#2,672 Shard
A thrust [as committees
intended] – high clipper
of drossy clouds on wet
nights in London – a tale
I heard – concupiscence
[so adored] – There at it
there [a pathetic story] –
I turned my collar stiffer
against exposure across
that mis-sold stretch [as
my watch trembled with
notification] – reminders
to exercise – not needed
tonight – I am under that
dripping erection – fakes
& narcissists sit up there
& pay bloated prices too
as rain riddles her views