Saturday, 9 February 2013

Bus note 40

Slow. Slow. A crawl.
Slow. Slow. Slow
down the Smallbrook Queensway.
        Wet long mass of tarmac
        with tail light streaks: blood orange.
Dusty from inside the nutter's radio:
I just don't know what to do with myself.
        He wears red and black rugby socks.
Home's a long way from the Holloway Circus
after being sleeted on for a bastard hour.
        Slow. Slow. Slow.
Writing with all
the angry cars about.


  1. From the vantage of Smallbrook Queensway, the former entrance of the Holiday Inn Birmingham Central on the corner of Smallbrook Queensway and Hill Street does look a very bad place to be stuck in a... what would it be? traffic jam? property acquisition meeting?

    A Perfect Day for a Dream Price. Hard to match the oneiric phantasmagoria of the contemporary moment.

    Holloway Circus, ah the memories ... the Chinese pagoda... the pyramids along the Nile... or were those in Tipton?

    Which way to Wales, please!

  2. Ah, yes. The old country calls.

    The photo you've unearthed there captures the feel of that grim stretch. It seems to be in a perpetual traffic jam.