Sun on the cloud like a cut blood orange,
The pupils pinch, and the retina cringed.
That's the life of a boondocked soul.
Wine two for a tenner, you're on a roll.
Bloody minded, playing the fool,
Caffeine enraged, too cruel to be cool.
Unwashed sheets, a jealous stench.
Knee bones, neck jealous clenched.
Light stale, flea-ridden lunch,
Mind on its back and sucker punched.
City traffic, city hypnosis.
Sweat, bad breath, and histrionics.
Pink wet sky above a Picadilly poet
Fingers a cliché in his fraudulent pocket.