From the Balcony

A so so sunset
Give it a five
Dark clouds mingle
Satellites
Revolve in pink
BT tower
Windchime ink

Cranes at rest
The softer hour
Of planes going west
Leave long clouds to hover
Over puddle flat rooves

Cigarette lands in the double yellow grooves
Of those flickering skies

Spire of a church that's topped
With rusting rooster cries

Circled by congestion with the letter "C"
Ken's special letter "C " create
A place where no one can park or drive or breathe

Cash in on carbon dioxide
Crunch dead central sardines

A symmetrical why
of multi-coloured doors
The ragged chic
Risen from bricks
And bare-branched trees like sticks