Petrol Rainbows

there are petrol rainbows spilling down penryn high street,
the cars driving across colours of greens, pinks and blues.
the dull day is washed away
with a paintbrush of rain and petrol.


life is prettier in rainbows
so somebody pass me the gasoline.

London

foxes
rats
and the shuffling footsteps
of london youth
heading to pubs
in the east end
and throwing their money
at pints of gold