Unglued London Dreams

While the gender uncertain generation

Glue their behind to the middle of the streets

Holding their carbon-rich contraptions that sign in unison

With an artificial seraphic voice: ‘I respect you’

Parading in prostrate mode the fears they were instilled

Of an extinction dreamed by some semi-anonymous immortal

In spite of all this chaos, the noisy and smelly memories of the best of our past

Appear on the city streets as if they just burst out of a space-time warp

Stern Laws now flourish with ANPR miracle gear, cameras and all

To make sure that the free no longer roam…

Photos and Ramblings by Hugh Ardoin