given the choice
I don’t know what can do
open up the gates of opportunity
and place your bets on the race
wonder about the vision of struture
eat on foot flying across London
the moves of the clouds around buildings
the majesty of their form
destruct and obliterating
the tensions between verses
called in by dancers who vie
for the attention of any eye
the order that money drifts
across the formation of flocks
the electrical signals transgress
they speak loud notions
miles of drifted peacocks
sewn together by storms
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry