A Shoreditch Contradiction

Smoked pigtails drenched
in vegan bone marrow,
blistered toe carrying bleached mullet or
terracotta bucket hats
under ringed septums
with Beetlejuice bell-bottoms,
aside banker in suit and signet.
Having hosted bare knee’d
Adidas manboys,
exhausted pitches straddle
abandoned warehouses,
or homes or skate parks or something, anything
and a Staffie and her human
perch on a pallet,
at the 35 to London Bridge.

Abi Loughnane