When you read you
it's you, if it's good
if it's bad, it's not you
might be me
might be another you
ie someone else
even though there's no one else
well, probably, anyway
You know, you, too,
extrapolate a universal you
and anchor it to a living you
and whether the you is me
or, from my perspective,
the you is you
the fantastic is anticipated
by both you and me
and vice versa
OK, cool, glad that's sorted, tidy
~ ~ ~
Per Capita
I walked from Café Royal to Academy Royal
ruing the death of Woolworths experimenting
with various abdominal muscle tensions
now wishing I was alpha- male (even my
bogpaper is super-soft) Octoberish weather
slept-in hair New York espresso forthwith
a sandwich westside wing Covent
Garden Thameside park Second Tier 58
Seat 2 new roof BM hot courtyard V&A
raw dirty windows latticed-glass hot house
regal pergola cars and cycles rock the cast-
iron bridge young gangs engage on paved
walkway ground down pestle and mortar
yeah me too