Wandering along the new ghost road…

 

 

Speculative developments… crazy eyed dreams running along the Lakeside gutters. A guy in fake yellow waits whilst a bearded guy self consciously sucks on an artificial oxygen oxymoron. 

I had a report forwarded to the Europarc Project office earlier today informing me that a new series of banners are hanging from The Europarc bridge, Grimsby.

Passing traffic are invited to ‘beep for Brexit.’

Regular beeping and honking have been recorded over the weekend.

 

A yellow tractor speeds along to my left as I salute a materialized magpie.

X2 return on the vergeside.

Police car sinks into Beechwood tarmac.

Digital voices drift across the outlying fields.

I cross the A180 bridge and pick up another chalk rock from Capital Hill.

A guy in his mid-thirties cycles past conversing with himself and headphones in ears.

Quayside lorries mock me behind factorious fences,

Overweight Daniels workers wait for relational bus 2 mediated by images.

 

 

Earlier…

I couldn’t swim in the front page waters of the Daily Expression.

Later…

16.48

A cleaner wipes the sills as a flurry of admin workers filed into The Innovation Centre car park.

7

Eriks

Hiscores

Europarc fades out as Brexit sinks into the shores of tar.

She sips upon harsh tobacco.

A black seagull half-arsedly cackles above.

A hoover descends another staircase.

The primacy of profit reverses.

The man in black exits gently holding a white cardboard box.

A crumpled tenner.

Statutory rights buried.

 

I ran over the A180 bridge whilst scanning the ground under my feet.

A red bike reflector channeled flat earth policies.

A figure in the distance shambled past the chalk mountain, gesturing with jerking movements.

He spits “fuck off” to himself as I pass.

A pre-shift anxiety response? School days fade.

Youth. 18 – 24?

I recall my own early 20’s factory fury.

Thick white headphones. Yellow basketball shirt. Joggers. Visor.

Ewals Cargo Care in reverse.

There was no Bluetooth audio device connected allegedly.

Flashing amber beacons.

I continued onto the Coates of Greatness.

Turned around stared at the ground.

I picked up a discarded ‘New England’ application form and stuffed it in my pocket.

Back over the bridge to Europarc.

An admin worker. Brown hair. Early 30’s walked alongside the grey bloc.

I see the angry youth dragging a boulder of capital out of an Innovation Way hedgerow.

Across the boulevard, a scruffy-haired guy crouched over his BMX rolling up an Article 24 escape route.

A lost seagull moves into ploughed field mist.

I still can’t find answer along Genesis Way.

 

 

Europarc Project – capital development strategies. Contemporary Art at Vaconsoft Gallery, Europarc if there were such a place as Vaconsoft Gallery on Europarc.