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Hackney Road

Written by Kathryn Marchbank on Tuesday the 6th of January 2015
The water
of the Regents canal in curvilinear physique

 


Tailored
in carbon black brick to hold in its belly and sides 


Posses
an expression maligned by local make up

 


A
buoyant graveyard of wind swept packets and spent cigarettes

 


Of
sodden tabloids and decaying detritus of no epitaph

 


Grotesque
lips and gums mouth at us from their outdoor residencies,

 


Sweet
Toof's lurid graffiti neons make gregarious
societal comments

 


While
the Queen's swans swim in white against the water's wall

 


Branches,
bereft of summer's decadence show nature's skeletal poise in charcoal sketch 


And
with the disappearance of the sun the sky champions rain


An
evening thick and mauve cogitates around distant articulated modernisms

 


Trains
pas de bourrée

 


A
strobe light of windows animates 


Before
the rise and fall of Gas bells, the rise and fall

 


Just
minutes from a fifth floor view, this catatonic city.