given the choice

given the choice
I don’t know what to do
open the gates of opportunity
and place your bets on the race
wonder about the vision of struture
and eat on foot flying across London
the dance of the clouds around buildings
the majesty of their form
destruct and obliterating
the tensions between verses
called by the dancers who vie
for the attention of an eye
in order that money drifts
across the formations of flocks
the electrical signals transgress
they speak loud notions
miles of drifted peacocks
sewn together by storms