Soothe Poem by Tom Seymour

The veins of this place are etched on my arms,
For my A to Z has been prized apart,
By your X and V and the beat of my heart,
That now seeps and smears on London streets.

Rhyme and reason are gagged and bound,
In the lost and found of the Underground.
The leeches and seeds of a roamer’s dream,
Parading the vista of a life unseen.

So I’ll navigate tonight by cityscape stars,
And wash my memories in the Sheaf.
Divide myself of these glyphs of scars,
Or watch you dancing in my sleep.