I popped into a pub in Covent Garden to watch Charles receive a crown
Then I left

I walked past the Carrick, through Chinatown, to the Toucan for a Guinness

I looked at photos on my phone and read snippets of 
	Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari and
decided
My dying wish is to be a skull in a museum

My frying wishes is to eat
another fish sandwich in Istanbul
Only 14 lira
Non fungible as fuck

We went back
To tidy up
Take a look around
Appreciate the fact
Our bones are still wet

We got high
So high we spoke
Incomprehensible soliloquies
Spiky things
They hardly mean a thing

I closed the windows
It was important
Who knows
What will get in

I thought about dirt enclosed in
Underground pots
Made of concrete
Every tree in London is a bonsai

I chose a new
Lucky number
It was important
Who knows
Number eleven

Too many strange things
Have happened
We can’t come back here
Not again
Agreed

When we left we left
The door unlocked
Bailiffs
Like it like
That

Open to the push
We walked
Faces illuminated
By our phone screens
Bricks

Bosch
Skilled peripheral walkers
Barely look back
We leave access where possible

Today we went to nature.
It was alright.
Freakin’ cold tho.
Made me feel like I’d been to the gym.

When we got home I watched a video on Facebook.
A biotech company producing ‘bacon’ from mycelium.

Beyond the hum of roads,
And possibly even Covid,
My hands shrivelled until,
I regretted not buying the gloves I saw at Kathmandu.

It was a good price.
I probably should have bought them.