London Town

Streets noisy but silent

bobby doesn’t beat, officers sleep

plastic bag an urban tumbleweed

a flower grows through the cracked pavement

pretty walls adorned, a distraction

reflected in a drunk's puddle

give me a fag, got a spare pound

nothing humble about this town

sirens replace screams

window curtains twitch

but still…

the sun comes out

lawns are mowed

trees bear fruit

flowers are on the table

typing letters forming words

a mishmash of thoughts on the screen

most will never be seen

a sigh

a sip of tea

a drag on a fag

it isn’t so bad

ponders life while staring up at the sky

a tear drop's from the eye