A Visit 2 (Land on hand)
Running on my sore feet again Chasing illusions and pain With the river squirming to and fro Tracing insights by Leonardo Sometimes hammered, sometimes with a pure mind Feeling stone walls as if I was blind Can a city be ever-inviting At the same time be alien and biting? A great spider has crouched firm and proud On the watercourse, to the dome, bowed Poor Ophelia in her silent scream Will not last till the age of steam Running on my sore feet again Chasing illusions and pain With the river squirming to and fro Tracing insights by Leonardo Round the city with the pubs so hoary They could make for a gallery Cunning Jack is still humming tunes Yet, they're smothered by the car fumes Waterloo sunsets, parks and gardens, cranes, sights Darkening figures in their old rites Jagged skyline will brush all mirages People burdened with their own collages Running on my sore feet again Chasing illusions and pain With the river squirming to a...