2045
6.218
6.viii.25
a rattle and a lunge
ekphrastic for Frank Hinder’s 1948 ‘Tram Kaleidoscope’
hats dissolved
the city headshook
no one knows why
we are in the machine
ploughs on
an overlap doppelgang
light thrown from windows
pastel distribution
as if a somewhere sun
some mist
shadows, fast cars
wheels of a stripe
that’s capital
here’s labour
the cast of shadows
faces averaged out
all gone to be here
to be gone
the buildings behind
a further outpouring
towards the point drawn
automation ghoulish
holding on for grim, beyond
so the crowd presses on
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