A caged bird in Wetherspoon's

Flashing jazz through messy mental maps

On skull-grey stepped buildings

Where books and more books glimpse

of measured escape

 

Over corridors blocking ways out

edited down stopping feelings

of revenge pleading eases

enchanted in a warped love

 

Messy murder, mental madness

Who is free and who is caged?

 

Too many hang-ups on my mental map

Seashore, blue skin and a dear gust of air

The odd wink of an old man as he sips

his watered-down half-pint

 

Autobiographical assonance enchants.