Bologna

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.