London Fog

London Fog


I’ll walk the streets of London
In a down-pour fog
Calling up the spirit of
Mr. Dickens
While hailing a cab
My mind will go
Whither and
My body will
Go thither, in a
London fog.
I’ll sip absinthe
In gay paris and bar-
Hop with mr. Hemingway
I’ll find everything wrong
That can be found at lunch
With Ms. Stein while she
Winks suggestively at me and back
In London all of my imagination comes
To life in this
London fog.