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Stern men line a path, to
Doors with plaques stating former occupants:
Chopin, Churchill, Napoleon III.
Overhead flags hang early evening shadows
From ornate golden arms
Across the first of nine or ten marble steps.
And up them walk folk with schmoozing faces
From cars with private drivers
And windows tinted black.
White limestone porticos are
Split by solid black adorned with gold,
And expensive gowns in violent colour.
And I notice the eyes
Fixed on my passing
As I slip into familiar grey.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
The wind is ripping
From the sound of oscillating
Overhead 'copters
Splitting my vision.
In the peripherals;
A polyester carpet—sleeping bags—breaks the dry monotony of summer grass;
The bicycle courier awakes from said floor, listless;
Important man, suited, takes calls from other men, suited — octopus arms scattering papers, receipts, coffee cups and tie;
Two hard hat builders chain cigarettes and fight visible hangovers, droopy eyes staring down some impending scaffold.
And I almost miss it all,
For the passing,
Of oscillating 'copters.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
A composition, bordered by brown track, white shelter and
yellow line;
off-white, smear-windowed building (background)
hexagonal floors, brutalist mandala;
triangle across the frame, a ***** polluted structure
one half of a red cross logo, boarded windows
- chipboard, corrugation, MDF;
and Southern Rail green is grass in the lower foreground
arrows, words, people.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC