Friday 1 February 2019

The Housing Act of 1985 (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

is no more than shudder 
entwine from the expropriation
of a people animal 
you feel the light the dry heaps of 
rubbish amongst unlawful hills
go hurriedly o'crashing down in 
hides full poor things 
to enjoy their evenings 
I come and sit at every door, 
the sword horse 
caption land through 
them the prigged postboxes alacart 
sleeping with the tulips outside 
dead under willowed 
justice weep of sycamore
 to keep the family is
crescent the overseas father 
mother son daughter 
just about damage,
 cap is this the vessel in the 
genesis flood narrative