From London

to London Bridge
the first-class carriage
empty 



London
strangers chatter 
on bus and tube



on the steps of Barclays 
a street sleeper
rolls his own



death stares
Leadenhall's resident
gargoyles



Bakerloo line
one man's camera specs
end in bird talk



it feels over
nobody turns
at a cough



route 16
a Yorkshire capped gent
plays peekaboo



veiled in stocking
the well-dressed lady's
peacock tattoo



me 
the only tourist 
on Bank Street



proper 
arm and a leg
coffee



King William Street
hiding the Moomin
on my eco bag



white people
pronouncing it wrong
chipotle



my old face
frowning them down
anti-aging injectables



finishing touches
construction complete
in God's own junkyard



coffee menu
how many kcal 
in each cup



arm candy
above all else 
the raven's call