Diving For Broken Bottles

Life still pencils the city
Fruit in bowl weeps all weekend
Saturday night, Sunday morning-sickness.

City sickness growing inside, fallow
Forever breathes the lonely A-Z
Locations as dreams, drifting mist.

Sheets of mist swathe Hampstead Heath
Wind rattles emphysemic copses,
There’s bones in them ponds & here
Lost somewhere on the aborted page.

Page of hearts cremate > 451 Fahrenheit -
Shelley’s furnaced heart (throe’d to Mary’s silk)
Bled Viareggio sands to red river.

River’ed jibber-jabber runs thru’ bedsits
Vortex dimly lit rooms, walls skinned
As diseased rabbits in warren of ghosts -

For the ghosts will come, always they come:
Night travellers calibrate deadly deeds
Forever, the last tube terminates @ Maladjusted Road.

Stone road wet from rain-train wheels
Softly buff(er)s the loneliness of walkers,
Under narrow bridge, talk to yourself as stranger.
 
For the strangers will arrive, always they arrive:
As scarecrows stalking feather bundles of crows,
Life pencils cities breathing…. eternal…. still.

 **Andhaathi is a classification of Tamil poetry in which last word of a previous verse comes in first words of next verse. Generally, more sparse / minimal than my effort.