Wish You Weren't Here

Ben Myers



London is
a thoughtless composition of yellow WITNESS APPEAL signs
telling of ROBBERY and RAPE and MURDER
DID YOU SEE ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS?
like a man with blood spurting from his neck?
 
London is 
a cheap cotton dress whore on the Brixton Hill sniffling
BLOW-JOBS BLOW-JOBS SUCK YOU OFF GOOD as you stare 
at her hair and her legs and she flashes her moneymaker
and says WHAT ABOUT YOU FUCKER? YOU WANNA FUCK?
but she looks like sickness in a chapel of rest dress.
 
London is 
a hot bloody kinetic concrete war of dilapidated history falling apart
at the seams and SCREAMS and SIRENS and CAR-HORNS
a symphony of ENERGY and VIOLENCE and WHAT THE FUCK
YOU LOOKING AT YOU LAME-ASS WHITE BOY CRACKER MOTHERFUCKER?
 
London is 
all of this but it has 
its downside too.




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