3am, Camden Town

I can smell piss, history and love
filling these vibrant streets at 3am.
Our caramel coated porcelain skin,
glows wildly under street lamps.

I’ve been hung, drawn and quartered,
by expectations and false notions of me,
but I’m past all of that, for now anyway,
as we haunt borrowed corridors.

We drink in our surroundings while we
shed our mundane bourgeois stresses,
and silent chrome giants watch us dance
around still horses to absent music.

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8 thoughts on “3am, Camden Town

  1. Reblogged this on t.x.t. and commented:
    ”and silent chrome giants watch us dance
    around still horses to absent music.”/ I.J. Keddie, from ”3am, Camden”

    • i’m the honoured one for your kind words… thank you, this one is a particular favourite of mine, i’ve only been twice (first time to see IAMX at the electric ballroom, second to see Daughn Gibson over in Dalston), but i can’t deny the power, history and vibrancy of the place! 😀 IJ.x

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