THE NIGHT THIS DAY
right now
the Universe is
experiencing
runaway inflationlucky we got electricity
so no longer need
to gaslight our lives as
if it were a streetunder these orange sodium
fuzz-balls of lightI stagger home a
little drunkI say home
but these areUniversity flats built on
the very spot where Engels
hosted Marx
there isa plaque
still something Victorian in the air
and the ghosts of those
two old dynamos
worshipped, hated therewhen those
graves were dug, they thought “finally”
but let’s go deeper if needs be
err of the side of safetythe high-rise shapes of the
Institute of TechnologyNorth of
England can get so coldthese words
coughed, fizzed,
splutteredshame
there is no flame
cold
as a gaunt Cathedrallet’s not talk architecture
design so removed
from the night this day
THIS NIGHT THIS DAY
02 Saturday Jun 2018
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