Hunger Cycle

I can buy so I eat, whenever
I like, whatever I buy

And it becomes all food, it’s
My day up and my day down

The stomach has my throat
Against the wall, wherever I

Go, the cave, the hunger,
Grips up the time and so

I buy something else to eat
So that I can buy more something

Else to eat.

Postcard from Hoxton

These money people float
Their money makes them
So light

Their soles are not touching
Anything, they live like
Angels

No memories staring back
From the streets they pass,
The ex-

Council blocks they buy
When they come down from
Heaven.

But they never land, they
Glide an inch above real
Living

You can still hear the mortals
From time to time, they
Break out

With feet that know the old
Streets, feet that can’t float like
Angels.

(Written somewhere between Shoreditch and Hoxton)