Ending performed poorly. 

Poem both celebrating and criticizing the city and the urban ways.

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Citadel, 
take another picture:
the street,
coronary artery for humanity 
and a grit-stained kiss to man.
Where cooked cockerel makes men
wake up and follow with their noses
to the nearby McDonalds;
served with a side of ice-cold gangland 
and car bang-bang,
dawn found in the exhaust sparks 
and fires under the bridges,
away.

Oh Citadel,
pass me another bottle of tarmac,
with metal rhinos driving towards 
corporate Mecca, skin dyed, init,
oh citadel gimme another broken sun,
gimme an egg yolk 
gimme gimme cos’ the train lines run on money
and you can’t just publish money like honey;
suit-and-tie bees buzzing around in the stress hive
doesn’t make for profit says market research ,
but since when was the truth really what we want 
and

Oh Citadel, 
watch as your bones snap into scaffolding 
over the sky-tram-line,
(never finished, always more
grey IKEA boxes to buy!)
Gotta be pretty, gotta be pretty,
only hasty, only hasty.

Oh  Citadel 
gimme your flat-pack-crack-attack
cos’ I started to feel beyond the rush,
lungs ain’t got that lush,
ain’t got that smog, pollution,
oh pollution how do you paint vomit into ammunition,

Oh Citadel.
It is now night,
and you are but a neon sea, 
the stars needed an upgrade 
and you gave ‘em one!
Factory-made diamonds,
in the tribal dance of a necklace-noose of bright,
the comet’s cocktail party so loud
no one can see streetlights 
weeping white over the 
cuboids of the living, 
stock cubes in this dish of the grey,
tears tearing like knife edges plunging 
into the corners bleeding out the last of their shadow,
and still this light sees nothing.

Oh Citadel,
take off that concrete corset
and in the council-estate blue 
monopolize on love.
Out with the mould and in with the ewes,
let us join in with the fleshy cells
sneezing out their crude-oil-haemoglobin, 
and

OH CITADEL,
Citadel, Citadel, Citadel.

Gimme another picture.



Oh, Citadel

Thanks to friend Ewan McIntosh for helping with editing stuff!

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