Early this morning

I wrote this before going to bed it may be poor but that's never been the point has it.


The Fallen

Falling out of the pub
We fall into the arms of Soho and down the hill
All around us girls fall in and out of dresses
their boys are falling over their words.
Their friends simply falling,
falling in the gutter
or into the doors of shops
falling over their heels

and over their fallen arches

Further down
towards the river
Some fall into cabs
Some fall for each other
And may tonight fall in love
Most will just fall into bed
or the lucky ones the sack.
The further gone fall for the lines of taxi touts
Or fall in line for the glitzy dives down Haymarket
Fallen Tigers in electric cages

Others still will just fall foul of a hot dog vendor's wares
And fall asleep on the 453

Fallen women
Fallen men
Fallen angels
Falling towards Charing Cross