Lost in shoreditch: Bricklin

Gathered for inexplicable reasons
In a warehouse
To take back what was never ours
To own what was always unwanted
To ignore what was hated with passion.
Hollywood wine
Tesco
Dr Pepper
Peanuts
and some grapes
Gathered for inexplicable reasons
Meant for the many means to be on the road
Flying
Past smiling faces looking to catch your eyes
hoping for warm embraces
you’re unlucky
she was caught by another man’s
surprisingly (large ego?) Considerable efforts
to get your attention
Who are you looking for
Not him
Don’t you think it’s a crime
Time after time
Fragmented attempts to make one whole fragment
Shots from peripheral corners
Simulated
Chaos
Lust?
Disorder
Don’t you think it’s a crime,
Time after time after time after time
So what?
Are we expected to find consistency? Worse,
Intelligence?
Unbearable
Purpose?
Considerable
Enjoyment
Embarrassing
Pride
Gathered for inexplicable reasons
Amongst posters from the ongoing war in pixels
Anachronistically vomited past
For what is past?
Not this
No, the scene used to be hot, fast, never still long enough to last, it was always
fast
fast and vast
never still long enough to last long enough to realize you’re not mad
just a small majority of a vast population
Living in a bottle