evokes a faint memory – the slow
transit of boot from pavement to groin
the shock of the new, flick-knife and Cromby
Where showbiz meets thuggery
see how art shines an arc lamp onto
the murky corners of reality
its shadow play echoes our anxiety
Loosely, you wear your urban finery –
we are a little afraid, but that’s the point
your badges of blood are your currency
you are not us; your art has redacted you
It has lifted you into the daylight
erased your danger, for this Friday night
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