I write
Have written

Drunk and harried
Biro
Overcrept midnight
Scrawl never finished

Mattress-perched
Camels and instant coffee
A PC that fell off the back of an open-plan office
16 font – visible from bed

In Deptford attic
Overlooking St Nicholas
Where Marlowe ended
Skylight uncovered

Clapham
In spy-view of gravestones
And junkies’ nook
At a lady’s desk: I’m here now

In bankrupt luxury
Amsterdam
Racing a Saturnine deadline
With a chapter centring on a tomato

Kreuzberg, four floors up
Imagining the fall
I conjured moon-ghosts
Unknowingly stolen from Wenders