Twelfth Night This City

The abstracted shapes of the people's thoughts Different shops and pubs All the cheap facades It is all this city it is all this city Wind shaken trees Half crumbling parks The enquiring eyes Fingers parting lace It is all this city it is all this city Long straggling queues Of the our of work A baby sucking sweets Dribbling down his quilt It is all this city it is all this city All this city