Swordfighting on a burning zeppelin,
I feel happy as the men
in adverts.
I have a briefcase full of stolen plans
and a bite radius like a bin van.
Life is beautiful because all my enemies
wear gas masks. I run them through
while saying 'Huzzah!'
which makes me feel a little like God.
Surface-to-air missiles ignite the gondola
with a soft effect, the sound
of a tablecloth unfurling.
I am already falling to Earth,
full of trajectory.
London, I am your silverware.
No comments:
Post a Comment