Brick Street 2010, 2012
Unchanged but hollow
Skeletal recurring glories, of yesterday.
Benefits lie where relics can't speak
too many of us sinking the same boat
A boat goes out to harbour rarely now, never leisure.
A utilitarian leisure perhaps.
A carcass history,
rusted bones still stand
It was never a factory of goods but accumulated social ills
'where pioneering creatives work and play'
Ice cream vans parked inside- rain familiar cloud topography, it disperses and flakes off messages sent from afar, the sweat and tears of yesteryear.
Now we produce only for ourselves without distinction downtown creative city in ruins. Heard it all before.