(While Being Driven Through) Overdriven London
Neon burns white concrete blue
Without consuming
Glassy rising peaks racing towards
Sheets of violet sky
and sinking crescents hanging in the spaces
Between skyscrapers
Angles and curves
Singing to the eyes
Barren branches with pointed pincers
Sparse but standing
Between rushing street lights and magniloquent maisonettes
Starless but twinkling
Too modern for nature
Historical but futuristic
London sings to the eyes
And trickles into golf courses
Detached five bedroom houses and
Empty
50 centimetre pedestrian crossings.
Reading calling
