LONDON TOWN

 

APPLE AND ORANGES

 

 

 

The street

The road

 

The black ink-key river

Crawls though my veins

And leads to the Dead Sea salt

 

Of feet

That thread through the sand

 

The moon

Its mocking face

 

Its cold shoulder

As the day passes by

 

I am done

With this balancing

 

This gravity

 

You can have it

 

Along with the vanity

Of the history

 

As if it was true

 

You can have Newton

You can have the world

So perfectly balance

 

With all it gravity..........................

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