Jam Today

Personal bubbles
are blister-packed along every pavement.
The heat of the sun glints furiously
on their bonnets and boots.
Now, along red-blooded motorways,
a billion corpuscles are stringing themselves out,
or bunching up.
At five, at fall of day, an endless stream of fag-ends
stretches up The Thelwall Viaduct.
Glittering hard, diamonds stream down it .
Beauty traduced.
Jam yesterday,
jam today,
jam tomorrow.