Southbank


Crossing down to Southbank over Waterloo Bridge -
Big Ben. 12 noon. Say, dude, you got a Union Jack!
A copper’s hat! A postcard of the Royals, cool!
Which one’s dead? Gee, that’s too bad.

Mom I’m hungry
want a burger want some candy want a gun
wanna shoot me some Iraqis pow pow pow

Here it comes
the dollar and the oil slicks the spinning till the blood clots

Crossing down to Southbank the wind picked up a rumour
I held it till it kissed me
and the rain made silver circles
on the surface
of the Thames.