Monday 15 June 2015

Broadway Market, Tragic Seduction



Hardly anyone has any money here.  
Wondrous strip of gastronomique emporia,
a former eels 'n mash veg market.
The cars are flashier in 
more-colonised neighbouring Hoxton,
They're hanging by fingernail 
to exclusive Bohemia
they think its a birthright, waiting for Asiatic
Oligarchs to price them completely off the board. *

But knowing all the while that Asia is tragically
 seduced by our template, by the
challenge of meeting our culture.  That's the bluff.
Bourgeoisie bohemian decadence wins one day

at a time.  Until 
it's values are challenged, its liberal market mode
thrown and replaced with theocracy
of patriarchal, despotic supremacism,
the triumph which may never occur, then
this bourgeoisie farce must continue to its eventual
clash with its nemesis.
(whatever that may be)
 They're all living in converted
drawing rooms, or sharing narrow boats on the canal
avoiding mooring fees, furnished by skip toss-outs, smoking
shaggy rollies and drinking real ale like Victorian factory
workers, waiting for a retirement slot in the new workhouse.


* (by subtle, atomised international property investment

portfolios, buying into ghi ghi-ed up council blocks along the Regents canal)






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