Night shift
Night shift at the feet of London towers While the City sinks into its ex-empire hubris The masters build towers of empty To hedge their ever growing debt And the system churns the paper into money But in the end paper shall return to paper Former subjects of the old colonies Brought across the sea […]
As the sand of the hourglass Slowly spills the grains of the night Chariots of light cruise the city streets and alleys Huntresses riding after some poor Actaeon The war is over but the hunt goes on… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
The Saturday Night Fever hits Piccadilly A lonely man probably called Adam walks with a sign Like butler in a palace ‘calling Mr Jesus’ And the city of sins it goes on spinning… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
The long wanderings of insomnia Lead me into uncertain journeys In the darken’d London streets Shiny cars like sleeping dragons Waiting to spit their fires We live among the dangers we made… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
On the shores of the River Thames Young people playing with fire Followers of a future Guy Fawkes Conspiracy theories grow at night Under the wary eye of a sombre cathedral Beyond the wrapped Mordor tower of Parliament One day we shall see the light… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
And the night soaked-up the light Leaving its glass with a last straw With some fast melting cubes Meanwhile the drunk bokeh danced Hand in hand And eye to eye.. Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
From my nightly wanderings Meeting the lords of the Dark Side In a city still shivering from fear Cheap thrills of Janis Joplin’s Hendrix time A wailing echo still resounds in my ears Probably because of my age… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
Beautiful zombies on Saturday Night Tethered to their little plasma self Looking for the digital soul-mate In the maze of virtual worlds starts the quest For the secret map to artificial happiness… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Universal soldiers of faith wage the battle to win your soul Under the depraved neons of the temple’s merchants Yet unconditional love sometimes needs the whip And the bells ring calling the brethren to flock The end is near, so why bother… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
The post-lockdown spirit Undeterred by the inclement skies Londoners cope with their self-inflicted pain When almost normal will normal remains to be seen As the jesters and masters spread their confused messages But at the courts of the insane kings the fool always ruled Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery