Heart of tastemakers
in vogue mound of Landlord artisans
some invented urban spring
and Monday means you can eat
chevrons of dried renters blood
you have unwittingly stoked the market
by living contingency of
pillow talk don't ever wake up
its acute eco-piety plastique history
maps poverty in epic skid marks of rubber,
a double headed city touching me now
in a waiting room tribunal
my mute mouthful of air
pulled down in succession of
heritage versions of history
played in tumblers and dropped
like golden turds all bas-relief,
until nature decides to have a laugh
wipes it all out yt NPC
with a head of arrows
glissando this morning nothing
intimate is loitering in the waiting room
around perfect choirs of rosemary sprigs,
loosely in this drooling age
and other countries?
with a thick pall
and wassail lichen bards
messes of borage my unkept hair
the nouveau riche is cutting wind
free of old star podsnappery
that can't swallow bone idle
to flaxen tail its equipoise is digit
railing sentences about weather
after growth intelligentsia and its verticality
from Margate to Aberystwyth
Penzance to Aberdeen every skin
lech merciful to our senior partners,
landed jauntily the pure and impure white head
has been disturbed
and the ruling towers of commerce
'we only need to be lucky once' image macro
infields a profound caesura in my heart
came too late and mimics the mires
we have Dulwich wet bedroom re-enactments
and the unchanging personnel of this class
war sicked to find the cutting instrument
bedded in 72 habitable floors
managing the depressed apex of
tribal rites spraying
au fond terra incognita
my trackiebums in fens
wiping off the corporate tax
at the walls of diadem floodlights
a social totality lies outside
the White cliffs over Dover,
bones ERG and druids say
non legitur christen the old born
in fleet ditches a dodo skeleton waiting room
blood winning expense of ill itch
courier web its thermal herding
a magic roundabout
in dusk shivered and skived
