london ...

now looking out side the window at 3 am
i can not see London,
the great walls crept back into colonial crusades..
and impotent bridges penetrating vaginal instincts of Thames...
the bastsrd boxes of modernism are shimmering high above the victorian secrets..
and underground movements aspire to surface over the kingdom of dark
where once " Sun never used to set"...
Dear eli,
where do we meet tomorrow ?
are u striping your soul to your 'colonial' servant (once upon a time)
who wrapped the bukingham
into cold sheets of steel....
or are you still dreaming; the trafalgar towers
rising high about capitalistic canary...
look through London's eye..my dear...
i think it's time to be happy..
and it's time to cheer...