And so it's happened. My blog has been degenerating into poetry for months now - possibly from the very beginning. I can't be bothered to write a proper introduction or glue my paragraphs together anymore, I've been writing "sketches" instead, but even those are starting to bore me - why put a verb in a sentence if you can just throw in a noun with an epithet?
Below – 
the old university
crouched down
arms falling to the ground in columns
porticoed shoulders
chests tattooed with graffiti
pink and ochre skin peeling off in white patches
blood quick as ever:
through the arteries of streets and corridors
run feet and engines
cars, bikes, motorcycles, buses
students, mothers, businessmen, cats
meow and bark and screech
and it is alive.
Above –
I stand alone
just me and slightly dizzying
peace and quiet
orange roofs – plasters concealing old age
stuck on with cubistic fantasy
this is the way it is
and it is beautiful.
