London

Sundark on darker streets. its violent times for weary feet. carjackers and bullet showers. a yellow sign. too many fools in power but see. i will be gone by morning. my dear friend i lost a fight forget me. i wash my hands in your grey slowing night. coming down from darkened heights. i taste the thames with my cycle lights by saint paul's by big ben. by god's name, i repent. but see. i will be gone by morning my dear london goodnight forget me, i wash myself in your grey river light