Taunting the Ferryman at Vauxhall Bridge Young lady standing on a fast moped in the cold morning hour As the daring would say ”We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it” The electricity fairy now does wonders with its new wheeled wands Yet progress is defined by the shrinking comforts of commuting You are […]
It is no time for the joyride The early morning bus is for the workers Ferried hurriedly from bed to work and in reverse Riding the crimson bus like Lady Macbeth hands Life is a crime and we are all punished in the end A face, a cameo, a fugitive Michelangelo Pietà will try again […]