queen anne
out of the cup of tea and into brick lane. take a stroll through the early morning market thick of it. take a fresh juice and extract yourself. round arnold circus and into columbia road to smell the roses. into hackney city farm for a back brew and bow wow with the ruminants. before we squeeze down broadway wet the lips at the dove. hey jonno one of the good stuff as you please. sure thing eli you can pour the second round, we'll hang around, don't hate us because we are beautiful. anything but that, find something else. lazy and self interested will do. yes we are on our way to london fields. the sun is out and our minds are ready for a burning. day trippers we are. if we ever get there. whenever we get there. whenever we get out of here. ready for the maze of brick and concrete weave a way to dalstone market. overground from here?!? the sun is still out. let's walk up to abney park cemetery and eat more paper. the day becomes the night. the night becomes the day. i am sure we can make finsbury park for sunset. and then what? we'll brave the overground from green lanes to gospel oaks. and if we still have it in us...of course we will. then to president hill. only to tumble back down again into your crescent.