it's a happening place

 

 

 

 

 and all our future is shiny

metal cut-ups

to a window

on a new world

 

reflect

shoot-up

stand back

climb

crawl

peek

pass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

reflections

 

 

alone

 

a dark passage

takes me

to the light

 

reflections

of a city

 

the texture of a city

becalmed
 the sullen ties that bind me to this place
becoming
dust
detritus
and decay 

I see ghosts
move
beyond
the blackened brickwork
smiling into space
as I remember

I am
the texture
of a city.