for Ahren Warner

All great things flow towards the city
said Aristotle, whom, all told, you might agree,

had quite a lot to say for himself. But,
given the benefit of the doubt,

taking an open-minded standpoint,
it’s easy to see what he was on about:

stand, at night, at Waterloo Bridge, for instance,
and bare witness to the Thames’ dazzling genius

or note, there, the high-mindedness of the moon,
its certain smugness, its sort-of pretension.

But, he didn’t half blether on, Aristotle.
Look at these two young poets, out on the razzle,

now on a night-bus, out for the count, asleep,
as pissed as farts and missing their stop.