recession

Cranes loom over the buildings of Londontown
The grey water reflects the prosperous Southbank
As the morning moves a circuit of cold, dark, mugginess.

The industrious denizens pace foot forward, foot forward,
They move determined towards their destination
Whilst a creeping insecurity lingers within them all.

On the 9th hour, Gordon speaks to the nation
His plan connects global speakers, calms through nationalising,
Except the red, red sun is already rising in the East.

Critical Mass

Born in the city -- but not particular
(sounds familiar)

Legs that ache whilst pushing past hills.
Tumulous crowd of rainbow colours.
Apparently to be critical

but seems

Unaware of the politics
riding oblivious
To norms and convention trying to create

A difference.

Masses of event (but masses of thought?)

… Critical

Exhilaration reins in atmosphere

Pushing down haight street cheering,
Shouting out against the b(l)eeps.