Night shift
At the gentlemen’s club by the grocery stall Idle talk and banter for the end of day socializing Life goes idle at dusk, just before the night-shift Darkness will settle over the city like a blanket on a parrot’s cage Nighthawks and fireflies will come out from the shadow circle To assemble and flutter around […]
For the sake of the distraction and leisure of the working class In the spirit and the name of the former Coney Island Luna Park The original massive 250 000 lights amusement park that opened in 1903 At that time, good old Walter Elias Disney was still wetting his diapers in Hermosa Life is a […]
At night we dream awoke in our sleepwalk wanderings We are the Superwoman or Superman of our fancy At night we pump the iron in our brain to some hulk proportion We are both invincible and invisible until morning comes Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries Hits: 4
The fairgrounds of fairyland are bristling with neon lights Gawkers and rubbernecks nose in the sky bump in the alleys Battalions of budding sharpshooters show their skills at the ranges To grab giant trophy teddy-bears that came all the way from China Blinking gravity-defying contraptions like neon snakes from a cyber jungle Coil around the […]
This is not the Hogsmeade station hastily buried in the London night It is the South Kensington station hiding from the curious onlookers Swallowing and disgorging its flow of dazed commuters into further darkness There is no school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it has been long closed for malpractice Now stands the ‘Lycée Français’ in […]
The things that grow in the night come to meet halfway With the things that glow at the far edge of the street lights At the borders of the impenetrable dusk of some enchanted forest Where dreams linger like the lost souls in the wastelands of limbo Forsaken and the surprised by the hand of […]
The thousands of small bulbs light the Battersea Bridge Like the infamous Do Long bridge in F. Coppola’s “Apocalypse Now” Bright lights hang like amulets to protect the crossing against the evil eye Undaunted, the red bus Victoria 44 makes the run, entrusting its fate to its name The film of our life spins in […]
Exchanging glances through blue smartphone screens Love changed into like, conversation is dead they call it “chat” Soon, polyester birds will chirp in plastic trees through microphones We will all go extinct at the flip of a switch, like spent cigarettes We are on a threatened list lost in the spam Ads are no longer […]
On the dim lit London empty streets In the middle of my sleepless nights I see empty red buses sound asleep A dream or a nightmare of a near future When driverless machines will carry hapless souls Accidents will become lawful killings of some wayward AI choosing Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery Hits: 3
Like strangers in the night, the terraced houses touch But their eyes never meet unless in their reflections The night stands still in the quasi-silence of the city’s rumble Sitting in a row, patiently waiting for an eternity Something vague as a dream, beyond the wreckers’ hammers Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery Hits: 6