Sprawled on this beach before the ocean of London:
A place undecided, vague and ill-defined
Which is washed by London,
Advancing and retreating out of Surrey
I cling here lonely, alone
Toe-poking the ocean which will be my home.
I explore library, church and Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament
And finding nothing resembling a friend
I search further into the belly of London
Probing addresses in Tufnel Park and Parsons Green
Which bring conversation but no community:
No family with which to populate my new home
I still can find no sea legs,
No gills with which to breathe the city's air
I resort to sad embraces with foreign women,
Fleeting excursions to Brixton with friends from out of town
And the brief magic of cinema.
For I have not yet learnt to inhabit the fluid stage of London.