All in black drinking milkless coffee, a stuck-out thumb surrounded by blue, yellow and boats in a lock, much older than I can hope to be. Clashing colours share something, there is ample water for a city, this calms me, until it doesn’t. Cobblestones used for hopscotch and mother’s ailing back, unaware of where they stand. Business suits and trainers, more flags than people.                  One brick from that building is worth more than your whole life. Dress up as a FAB® ice lolly, all pastels and melting, even in this spring sunshine. Sweet and sticky, a child could wear you as rogue and look innocent. The taste turns, wish it was winter, escape this. Breaking[/,] in an apartment that is an industrial warehouse conversion: shut down then start up shaking, spitting, shedding skin with nails which were bit down to beds. Let the body ruin itself. Blink. Become a child, picking up the pieces and hopscotching. Dear Reader, mind the gap. Thousands of forget-me-nots grow beneath the DLR on Cable Street, pathing the way to the Jack the Ripper Museum, if that’s not delicious history clinging, false advertising