Night shift
Lovers standing alone in the crowd of the night Waiting for whatever will be their fate at the prow of a boat In a not so daring soft Titanic remake Adventure needs minimal skills and cheap thrills We hop out of our warm cocoons too early or too late But the chrysalis will not wait… […]
A hazy Saturday Night Sunset over the London Bridges Golden lights and gilded chandeliers as far as the eye can see The Yellow Brick Road takes its toll from the hopeful But the Saturday night will hold us in its dark fold London Bridge and in the distance the Tower Bridge To dispel the […]
In the course of my Saturday night wanderings The vanishing silhouettes along darkened alleys And I wonder how deep is the night A new life waiting in a dead-end street Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Waiting for the Divine Wind in London Chinatown The mask may fly and the skirts like kites rise to the sky Young beauties playing with selfies in the night We dream like the slugs we are crawling along the streets Leaving long dry shimmering telltale tracks Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
The French say ‘La nuit porte conseil’ The Brits say ‘Let’s sleep on it’ Mind the culture gap for the dummies Night never stops it only pauses for the day… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Canned humans on delivery The golden age of Deliveroo and consorts Expendable and exploited in a shrinking dream Ferried across the river back to the tower dorms Hope is hiding under the altars of the new social media churches I shall indulge in my private double decker fantasy for now… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night […]
The Shard at dusk stands in its own light London’s iconic and priapic monument At the times of NFT and other elusive tokens Vanity boils down to my mirror is bigger than yours What will remain of our glassy pyramids four thousand years later ? Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Young beauties disrupt the traffic on Piccadilly In the kingdom of virtual reality and selfies Every street is a catwalk for overnight celebrities And bestseller biographies will be at pains To even reach the lofty two hundred and eighty We are drowning in oceans of superficiality Yet we pretend to walk on water… Photo Hugh […]
We have the rulers we deserve Fake emperors betrayed by their clothes Tomorrow we’ll wake with a hangover And the same master in pyjamas The Empire gone to the dogs This headache will never go… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
My motto is paraded on London streets The secret is out by appointment to HM Looks like we ran out of red paint In this Hell on Earth Something is always out of stock No more gas to light the pyres But night goes on unabashed Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery