through the clouds
floats Londontown
With smoggy brow
‘neath mottled crown
of stacked suburbs
‘long liquid gown
flowing down
cracked Londontown.
nicotine
reigns Lord supreme
in whiskey scene
with slurrèd sheen
as Britons green
rough feathers preen
to flockmates glean
learned Londontown
the nicest pubs
and social hubs
put to shame
the business scrubs
with domiciles
of cement shrubs;
typical snubs
of Londontown
Londontown,
dank Londontown,
what’s your attraction on the ground?
I wonder
as I hover –
Will my observations still remain
once the plane is safely down?
Morning's Early Dark 