K is for Kilometre? King? Kevin? Special K? We enjoy the way railway views and warehouse walls turn into kindergartens of big alphabets, cosmopolitan forums of multi-limbed human-high words. Kali? Kryptonite? The night of its writing was February green and their eyes were flames. Come daylight fennel and daisies get in the way. L is for Love? Maybe, though the other letters blaze so wildly Chicago plus badged over frequent, only L is recognisable. Brickwork mortar and train speed don’t help, either. LOL or LHC? Second childhood sprays back fence murals rainbows, then heads for the monkey puzzle tram stop.