These gum-spattered shattered slabs,
Unremarked and unremarkable,
Lie cracked in the summer heat.
Year on year,
In the breeze block surrounds,
Cheap stores have quietly congregated,
Commercial rubberneckers to the
Car crash of intersecting lives that
Jumble and bumble along.
They gaze with cruel allure through
Wide-eyed windows,
Tempting pawn and offering porn,
Vomiting the poor and credit broken
Through nine-to-five doors,
Back to the dismal trudge of the crowds.
And in this tragi-comic bazaar,
Of flip-flops, tracksuits and tattoos,
As old men recall the first bricks laid,
And pigeons peck carelessly for crumbs on these
Plain tombstones of youth's ambition,
Promises of future plenty are now just
The nostalgia of concrete.
8th July 2017
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
