Red Bus
Throw your fishnet in the avenues To catch a red bus or any other ride London hurries slowly on Sloane Street Pale young Gothic beauty running along Boots for running, blue mane waving Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Paying tribute to the cult of Eros Under the golden statue of Cupid Piccadilly beauties outshine the billboards Sprinkling light and joy over London You may bring your own spirits Everyday at Piccadilly Circus Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
In the very early hours before morning The night shift rides back home And the next one is on its way As birds fly above in a Hitchcock mare style Human of the cattle kind sit on a red bus Crushed between tedious chores and worries Their dreams tucked in pocket under a handkerchief Photo […]
Fate is just a prearranged coincidence Do not trust the writing on the road It has nothing to do with that one on the wall The red bus was looking for a wild target Maybe in today’s ephemeral language The red bus is about to cross the red line But the necromancers were too busy […]
There are no coincidences in this world It is only what open eyes can see Because time runs in circles Until we wonder whether we have seen this before A double decker hurrying across Battersea Bridge Taking our wishful thinking to the other side Free Guy is just a giant poster on a red bus […]