Wretched, displaced, childhood truncated <br />'miss my friends and the rain on the rocks <br />sullen anger is a miserable defence <br />I'm crying in the spoils of the empire <br /> <br />Voiceless, cross-eyed, misshapen, dumb <br />I'm living behind the skirting board <br />A ring of expletives around my head <br />going over every bridge on the river Thames <br /> <br />Sixteen seasons rock and roll <br />memories fade in the clamour <br />Street names become poems and the underground <br />is a map of opportunity and freedom <br /> <br />The Stones, Chelsea and Mary Quant <br />Slone Square, The Kinks and The Old Kent Road <br />The statues are smaller then they first appeared <br />But the government has purchased Polaris <br /> <br />There is no malice in this place <br />just 12 million contending ambitions <br />Now and then I find some with me aligned <br />And occasional small acts of kindness<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/london-bridge-2/
