London
Undone
Your the one don
So much fucking fun don
An I don’t have to run don
Fresh Cat Sandwiches
Raining cuts and dogs
The Dogs of London
The frogs of war
The fog of dogs
Packs and packs
running in the street
Eating out of pots
Checking email
Humping the neighbors cat
Before the velvety thick backdrop
of a soft London fog
I woke up fine and cranky
But You swallowd me up
And spit me out whole
Wiggling and fighting.
Living moment to moment
Green and snug
Damp and classy
Tired and sexy
Dimly lit inspiration
We bond in the shadows
We connect through dark entries
Thank you
(This poem was originally recited at Dalston Victoria on October 18, 2014 in London, UK)
Schwervon! 