The Green Mile
Bird shit peppers pavements
Apples crunch underfoot or in mouth.
Lone runner bean on floor
Metal skin stretching over cars.
Fluff caught in a hobbling pigeons foot.
My head is always quiet after I do exercise.
Red Bull can impaled on fence,
‘The Green Mile’ in Hackney.
A morse code tinnitus in right ear
Footsteps behind me, scuff of shoes on floor.
Broken glass, city sea shells on the floor.
A Bullfinch's single piercing note
a typewriter clacks behind closed doors.
The canal water by the lock is overflowing with rubbish,
a clogged artery of the river.
The smell of wood fires burning on canal boats.
Seagull shadows soar across the walls of a warehouse
To live on the river.
A piece of cut blue cord
Two coots swimming,
Their white head stripes, are lighthouses above black rocks.