Today a fascist coiled my skin
trampled in the rotunda
bandoliers on their shoulders
to survive egg slicing mini-harps
centrifugal some copse sunn blonde
today I weep on Larcom Street
windows blown out
in prop debris the hands and feet
of production teams swindle
me off medium incantation
today my skin in trickle ip
dawn wire adds neither
smoke to my proper wish
bores on liver,
by several CYP isozymes
today I take inhibited lines never
tomorrow I loathe
venal breads
and water so what of it
a postman mile stands on my chest
and to rationalise a yesterdays
trig point etheric
today over years, with no heft
the rubber teat
is treated like dog ball
in tussock hiding ash
barricades today my butter house
I drink a cup of
unhappy rabbit
