Victoria Ramsay: London Town

Hooded boys frisk
the sidewalk,
somersault gutters
or stand around swinging bats.

The paper seller
at Angel
listens to "Do the Locomotion".

Tourists hog footpaths,
stray across Queensway.

They feel safe in less hurried postcodes.

Windows here
won't open.

Praed Street Shops
sell Union Jack jock straps.

Girls want to look like Kate Moss.
Saplings as mannequins.

Wreaths pile up outside
Edgeware Road tube.

In London, tequila is the new vodka,
and vodka is the new tequila.

Some churches only open to tourists.
I want to take up religion.