7 May 2012
Its bonfire night, so dark yet so bright, the sky is alight; what a glorious sight. Orange and red and white at great height, a flash then a bang: sound’s slower than light.
Me and my girl, we're out for some kicks, craving some awe, that sky rocket fix. We cut through the flats, passed towers so tall; corporate and shiny graffiti and scrawl.
Muffled by London; So bright yet near dark, obstructions and echoes, of Guido Fawkes spark.
The screaming of rockets; explosions of bling; insects of fire: the jewel’s of a king. Gracing the space, above our skyline; as towers keep climbing a space in decline.
We stroll through the muddy; it's humid with fog, sulphur and smoke; like olden day smog. A storm of our making; for nature’s embrace, we light up our world; to a backdrop of space.
The muddy is murky a single lamppost, cut’s through the twilight; I pull my girl close. The sky is electric; spark’s romance tonight, we stop for a kiss under copied daylight, sonic surroundings, bonfire night, these are the moments which bind us so tight.
Long live the 5th a night of ignition, and God bless old England and all her tradition.
Bonfire Kicks • Opuss № I