DIDO HARDING BLEEDING
OUT:
A STONE
You must live off plenaries in the tiny pip the rental market
is an alternative fact
the idyll of freezing mud its venues in six silhouetted
storied separations we lay deligh-
tfully still in our thousands upward
pissing what is cause over effect?
what is a child infirmary guild?
Answer: a loud scree, Rishi
a mothball belly collapses to
capsule red yearning
and pining I saw feral boys wandering
out the imploded evil box
with cracked heads all reckless with stones
and things like that,
Dido Harding, you see her
after a cyber attack Malware crash button Hepatitis B
or something revealing the details of four million faces that's why
anonymity is sacred and facelessness is sacrifice!
so put the human racecourse within the exclusion zone!
Participant Manfred Loves You
remember like the softest plush toy
ever all biding in planter silk
Homeowner 'watch-it-burn'
in a McDonalds toilet over and over
on Ketamine, acting empathically
Sefton, Horse of the Year
on route to Changing of the Guard
Dido Harding bleeding out a stone
with cards and mints and things like that
those that died were called
Cedric, Epaulette, Falcon, Rochester,
Waterford, Yeastvite and Zara
all this sweetness all in dark outside clipping, we thought
we saw it moving. We had to shoot it
to relieve its suffering the clubhouses have moved again
like we've all got some socialism
inside us and no one has scabies, Dido Harding
there's no misery for good reason
like rocks Dido Harding bleeding out
over Quango our empty white lanyards
all seem to be shrinking through our insides
echo grey are bloodless stones Dido Harding
in the carbine in the ellipse in a-
nything representing a motorcade
of hate you’re still the
same persuasion rick with h-
eart of shrapnel, and we will nev
er die, softly or faintly again
in a rentiers ring-a-rosie at
noon our little empty lanyard dangles
out, Serfton archangel partly swollen,
without blood in a full state kit
we have to exit the vicinity only
real workers can stay on site only
Dido Harding still to come and
we will never tell them, even a
single word picked out of a rose.
Spoken I would rather die than
become a Rose scabbing
from the glasshouse rental market
rocks that flinch for no good reason
I don't care my life is a freezing
asset thawing out sunhats
O up-to-drizzle
off inheritance lets chalk
ourselves to the perma-dorms of
the poor students fuck off
Andrew Neil
is hard as nails hard as faeces
hard as the Labour Party is full of
hearties with dispensaries my factotum is twisting in
all looking out on open heart surgery hot seated
in the HR dept is representing brightness itself
like everything denied to us is flowing through our
Homeowner
I, without an alias
Labour Party fuck off
the sunhats O the sublime O
with lightship O rainstorm like
distinct ideologies never hustled anyone
to death sometimes it feels like there is
nothing we can do about it
underneath a bandstand
