This piece is a bunch of different parks all merged into one place, the picture is of Hyde Park.
A tramp lived between those trees
of course the kids destroyed it.
His husk of home, branchy, plastic,
marked out that dip in the bushes.
In larger parts of the park
were needles scattered like nettles
Sordid graffiti danced on the climbing frames
words like fuck and slut randomly
joined hands with phone numbers, love hearts.
The proximity of yelling children,
their screams of delight making runs towards me,
offer me innocence.
Me and her were swinging from a tree branch
which jolted our teenage bodies
up and down as we bend, jump.
Some boys enter the park
a gang, laughing.
Walking like they’ve just got off a stormy sea,
their legs knee-bent and swaggering.
Suddenly one lets out a cat like screech
runs towards a flock of birds
the entire park is lifted by the wings
the dirty coats and beaks of flying pigeons