Beneath the concrete lies

Beneath the concrete lies,

the city’s deepest dreams,

yours and mine, each

unearthed.

Cold, rain dances on the

cold tarmac,

rat-a-tap-tap,

contents, car parks

Cash ‘n’ carry,

Do you take contactless?

clubs and pubs

puddles, floods, curbs drown.

Closing Down Sale,

Everything must go!

Go, red lights glow –

car break lights, traffic,

thick brick walls

Brutalism

Architecture, not fit for

Kings and Queens of time

gone by, run and hide,

Quick, inside! Safe and sound

Shake off.

Take off, that cold anorak.

A world of mine.

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