I live amongst the groaning, wheezing plague of rolling tyres and Friday vomit
Splattered upon the pavement and dried in dyed hair and decorating Primark heels

I live amongst the glowing, breeding plague of neon signs and fast food adorned bus stops
A heart attack disguised as a family feast and I'm hungry

I live amongst the growing, bleeding plague of macho guys and busted knuckles and bloody noses and broken bones and cold cells rented for a sleep of recovery and a morning of shame

I live amongst the moaning, beating plague of a night of passion in the arms of no one
Two vacant souls clutched in a tango of mutual gain and a fleeting glimpse of love

I live amongst the lonely, sleeping plague of unused libraries, decrepit bookshops, rotten tomes of poetry, off key music, closed minds and forgotten thoughts of benevolence

I live amongst a plague which has gripped the very fabric of my heart

But I beat my own rhythm and dance