Heart of tastemakers in vogue mound
the Landlord artisans stand
in some invented urban spring; You
eat chevrons of dried renters blood 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 muted mouthfuls 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 head full 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?
Thick with pall and wassail lichen messes
of borage my unkept hair
nouveau riche cutting wind
free of old star podsnappery
that can't swallow bone
to flaxen tail its equipoise is digit
railing scenarios 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
'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 a depressed apex of
tribal rites spraying
au fond terra incognita .
My trackiebums in fens
wiping off at the walls of diadem floodlights
a social totality lies outside
the White cliffs over Dover,
bones ERG and druids say
non legitur christen old born
in fleet ditches
a dodo skeleton waiting room
blood winning ill itch
courier webs thermal herding
on a magic roundabout
dusk breaks shivered and skived
