puff punched
outta me
all i can do
not to curl
into a ball
an' disappear
for ever
an' ever
fever time
hot an' cold
mutli- shivers
not much to do
but sweat it out
which I try
with thoughts soggy
mind groggy
all banta gone pop
heart punched
on the double drop
beat of sweats
shoulder chop
neck click
an' thick head
maybe better dead
jus' dunno
wot is wot is wot
confusion
contusion
knocked silly
fever full
took a walk
in London town
in the cold
on the ice
gloves on
scarfe too
freezin' cold
hit my legs
mind bounced
pole to pole
felt so old
on the ropes
pale ghost
shufflin' along
doin' this
doin' that
eyes fixed on the
horizon
little details
passed me by
did the stuff
i had to do
London power
saw me through
and prayers to
spirits gods
invisibles
London spirits
won't hold sway
forever more
but will for
a time chunk
thick as a brick
that is sure
that is fixed
too many tricks
rolled along the river
in years gone by
for them to jus'
disappear
down the pipe
without a squeak
an' people come
people go
streams of people
air wishes
puffs of smoke
snap of the fingers
blink of the eye
one thing certain
all will die
got home heavy
frozen thru'
mortal kissed
London cold
hard as stone
centuries old
in the late light
afternoon
began to shiver
went to sleep
double quilted
woke hot
in the dark an'
felt better
strength returned
jus' a little
sat in a daze
watched the box
hit the hay
11 o'clock
slept the sleep
of the dead
felt 70 felt 10
contradiction
paradox
morning after
orange sun
beauty light
palms together
has to be
time to speak to
the sun gods
over London
holy days in
winter blue
London light
sky streaked
plane scraped
as meant to be
never wanna die
make me live gods
forever an' ever
you ghosts eternal
love this lad
so often wrong
sometimes bad
sometimes full
of the silly fool
it is true
but deep down
he has a faith
indescribable
appreciation
burstin' outta
his beatin' heart
an' jus' wantin' to
celebrate
every second
of every day
- from London Works
