Each time I’ve ever walked out of the Ritzy,
after those countless CGI packed bores,
the unwanted headache of 3D,

I find Brixton town boisterous as before,
despite the poncing up of Windrush Square—
the boozy benches and the postcode wars

in every dimension that you could care
to throw a textbook on String Theory at
and there’s no need to wear dark glasses either,

unless, of course, you’re a bit of a twat.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jun 07, 2012 @ 09:46:57

    I like it when the idea of a poem hits you so quickly between the eyes. Real life has so many dimensions that 3d is no real substitute.


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