The Streets

The Streets

The streets are quiet today; I’ve

Been walking them for hours, and

I haven’t seen a single soul. In

Fact, I think I may well be the

Only living thing in London today.

As the sun passes directly over my

Head, glinting off the carapaces of

Cars, the shells of homes and doors,

The world begins to wake up around

Me. People roll around, mooching.

There is nothing quite so wonderful

As not knowing where you’re going.

In a shocking turn of events, I

Am approached by a man named

Derby. It says so on his parole card.

His breath smells of alcohol, and I

Listen patiently as he explains his

Predicament, and if I could spare some

Money that would be smashing. I

Did not, and he walked away, believing

I did.