Minted at home, hastened
bath robe managerial exhibitionist
on a bacchanal fuddle look me in the eye
pineal disorder look me in the
ouroboros hoax the lunar house
binge again to a bladdered heart
weltered stoic watching with
vampiric comfort the regal undying
cloisters filled shut away and
sing to yourself hurt the tensor
lived out a joyless marriage
for an international baccalaureate
didn't graduate so eating my fruit
with no backup this adrenal harddrive
boils under me, a thickener to start.
Blood Billionaires in a geriatric
paradise get hidden in camomile lawns
and cowslips illuminate the epistle flax
irises having your everlasting sweet peas
and horse meat dinners, I detest
thru a key-pee a halo of enemy speech
ousting misty hearts-ease and violet
playboys
the empire varnished like Lutyens dog-ears
no hope for sustainable leakage reduction analysis
they creep inside your single-glaze lock you
in you have to pay premium rate
so so humans MAKE their own history! look
please fund this carpark! now
for non-legacies of financial big flash in the
up-scaling pan every carbuncle
every council balding bestie scalding
the child entrepreneurial style slasher
Southwark Council is a Tango
with private equity firms
Barangaroo under a stone rip off dragnet
cash flows cowabunga.
My temples ringing with reduced global
headcount like fox-hunting the skies its legal
like tenement shift dwelling deeper inside
my line-managers mangled heart soiree
will likely vanish and I'll staid on in
grease-boiling front-line outmarking
your colleague-enemies London drained
of all human life isn't it fucking marvellous
now we can really get back to this real post-life
rebuild and miasma the atmosphere! Footjobbed
rural retreats are in splinter form round
up all the peanuts, crushed dust
vanguard logisticians
forming an aleatory map of a city
its winter you forgot a wailing
offshoot a shrinking gut reboot
its a gig and go homeless, tough sil
from the sinkhole forgotten people
thriving in the undercrofts or pelted windows
lassoing four decades of grouting
that is HISTORY to the outer dark,
a thole in my head is unchecked scullery
the pewter scrubs away any civic unrest,
always did
We know from reconstruction and you didn't
listen so I have to set fire to this mountain
of crated plastic bottles, the size of a short
terrace-house covered in shrink wrap
stacked on wooden pallets burning all
day and all night, the plant wall buckled
from the heat inside a rotary of 3
night-shift types spontaneously relieved
of their duties whilst the incendiary
potential kept going and everything
is take out this smiling law of dead mutton
asleep your town got dug up
by a quantum chartered surveyor
bee-lined a subterranean self-care
unit a thole in my own or unseen
winged ambit flatten me out, run me over
this parsed national jeremiad unmade
on cushioned levy on every single soul sought
doing privation overcome a bed throw
this rotten rented sink in dynamism
of a dog leash blow over, again
clipping has been turned off
the kiss of death on truncheons is a
reliable ticket receipt made quieter
to the seal of life thicket and spree
step on the frog and make it crazy again
