Halloween London 1969 - 2016. (Revised)

Sitting in the window seat
Reading Anne Sexton
London far below me

Pre on line hegemony
Frost bright and bustling
Whole neighbourhoods one family

Kids itching to throw sparklers
Dogs barking in a doorway
Trick or Treat unheard of

This culture now dismantled
Out maneuvered by the wealthy
Fabricating Paradiso

Where we once sat by gas fires
In shabby one room rentals
Scoffing beans and bangers

Black sabbath on the radio
Ginsburg in our pockets
Sugar in our tea

This town where folk once chattered
On buses                  On the railways
Now pimped in paint for tourists
Or buried deep as Pompeii

Or dwarfed by plate glass canyons
Built of broken promises
Devised to harvest money
trick or treat writ large

I sit here by the window
And dream of my lost city
That housed both poor and wealthy
In one extended family

The town where folk said "pardon me"
When hustling through the markets
On a rainy Sunday
Before silicone technology
Made us blind to the street scene
And scuppered our humanity

Sitting in the window seat
Reading Anne Sexton
Exile on my mind


Trevor John Karsavin Potter 
First Version: October 31st. - November 1st. 2015.
This New Version: November 1st. - 4th. 2016.

This poem should be read out loud.