Mr. Terrier Mask defect
Sir F.K.A Hungry Q.C. split on fence
sideways the blue line through all blackguard
where blood dries a vain portrait of
prefects forthcoming, summer with all
my toxic blowpipes run
the tub of kazoos ad lib this bourzh
waa zee bathwater daydreams
those water stains that don't bother me
but they are assertoric homeowners to be
what more could you want
a KGB bust of Lenin, pottery dogs
and amateur collections of bric-a-brac
decadent wit of ironic ambivalence
is taking rooms again
so I live in peacock and mutton claw
my maze tough and belly aches
trampled bits of chokepoints this
hippie utopia in the 21st century
copper-domed pavilions
mirror pools and an aviary
of inheritance blood
has sub-contracted mystics
to remaster versions
in rooms of Sussex villas
and you rake me w/ violent inbreeding
as if fount of elderflower cordial was keening
my way no to your erotics of crisp
packets in Meadow Building no
to blow nose on Venezuela trade
supplements or eating sailormoon socialism
straight from the terrarium with all
the vocal fry of a world building lament
amen to recovering orthos everywhere!
sorry I am a straightjacket
in rasterised jackboots
to this intermitten round table of bronze goers
recruiting miles nostril piled
for the agency death cult
does not supervise but mandates pure hate
of the continuity of life to think,
a soul in a strange factory of incentive
to a love assignment terminated forever
urchin rinds almost every tendered notice
in crayon vision clouds bilge over
a musty capital panorama sick-fed
on pillockery of old Head Boy jizzum
blasting cliff faces they have dug hills in
to kiss the Heron Tower at dawn
under 1,000 recession fed tropical fish
whilst proselytising bucketlists
of blasted and blessed
