(Let’s take a walk)
Knee-deep in nettles and the weather tipping change –
Thick silt raising spirits
Beating through the new-grown neural pathways.
Footsteps sounding in my shadow
Stepping on the heels of a hot new take
And ghosts crowding the airwaves.
Steel drum love songs in a counterfeit night
The last time –
(The last time).
Hairstyles may change but the rhythm stays the same –
Thames Clippers snake below like something slipping away.