Urbanscape

Urbanscape

The screech of the carriages rouse me,
Like some prehistoric creature, diesel fumes
Rise from the filthy yellow snout - of locomotion.

Nonchalant - bored as I board.
Tar coated Kit-kat foils fired at the bins,
Cigarette ends fired out, fired off - engine whirrs
The ker-klunk of locking doors,
Enveloping me for destination
I watch as New Street fades through
Ever diminishing tunnels.

Tracing dirt smeared windows,
I Look, I Hear, I See
The Urbanscape writhes and rolls before us,
Concrete infinity
Spawned from preceding industrial legacy
Of decades past.

Factories slip by on the verge,
in palatial decay
Past rows of terraces, broken M-way pillars
Arterial roads ebb back and forth
Crisscrossing canals, houses, shops
In visual syncopation.

Cutting splinters of the winter sun,
Streak over the spires,
Disowned like bits of ship-wreck
In the urban sea.

Sub-bass diesel woofers resonate,
As night time calls street lamps to
Map urban shape.
Through urban dreams, urban lives - the conurbation holds them all.