same walk same

I tripped again

on an off-kilter

raised concrete square

squinting in the strange

London sunlight that

should be shrouded in rain

and clouds

on my way

to the angel dirt tube

for the fifth

time today.

I passed a bleach

blonde headed

skank standing and

skulking in Ugg boots

black short dress

smoking cigarettes

and barking

into her cell phone.

I thought she deserved my penis

but I walked by

with my mind on my

headphones and my

headphones in my mind

drawing sweat from my ears

bleach from my eyes

posing and pouring as tears

and I forgot about

her and her death glare.