Skeletal glories of Yesterday.
too many of us sinking same boat
A boat goes out to harbour rarely, never leisure.
Utilitarian leisure is all we deserve.
Preminision of the next history,
rusted bones stand steel
It was never a factory of goods but social ill
'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.
Now we produce only for ourselves without distinction downtown creative city in ruins.