One

Once more upon the crowded hill

Shuffled and stumbled

Pillar and post oscillation

Wondering as ever

Wondering

How to reach out

How to touch, be touched

Instead of lonely

oh so lonely

Lost amongst the masses

Perspective

I walk the streets

Head down

Seeing gutters

Old fag ends

And anonymous paper bits

Suburban detritus

And wonder

Who

Where

Why and

What

This is an inspiration?

Sort of

Or a fantasy observation

I see smeared dog shit

And blood stains

Graffiti

Tags

Bags

Rags

And

Bones

And

People

Some above that level

Some below

I see

A grimy underbelly

Of this rancid city

I see Pain manifest

On pedestrian visages

I see

Hope vanish as the sun rises

I see life as it is

Rose petals washed from my face

With tears of pity

For them
For me having to see them

For me.