Monday 8 February 2021

Goodnight Pet (DRAFT)


Ogham no escutcheon
Rome Ruled the skyline
refracted in a bough of drink
the cassock under dominion 
awaiting knight’s armour'd sac: 
a swooning sideline of red faces 
untouched heart of moss 

lichen starch & mock Tudor coda

very little Celtic blood left over

in this appanage of carraigín 

urine inside the Rose 

Planter and the Gael suppose

i am your heart-to-heart pricked ​on ​
like a Pinhead in the wasteland 
sent pall and spoiling back
for a fight laying in their wool milk
suppose for hours et mon droit 
cruciform on damp sand
sold outside church gates 
commemorative not symbolic
more magnificence brought low, 
and that’s why I used Ripolin!
lustre to yr murder before Gods
sectarianism over an open fire 
all blood passes under guardianship 
langued ramrod to your peace 
lined home or
rule rubble barricade
worthy of being held 
in its signal of kindling flame 
or shot in the face? 
O bending verge God is my right 
to stick on lilies and blow a 10 foot 
hole in London Stock Exchange 
today the British spirit surges 
10-points in share prices
w/ painted buckler and plumy chests 
porpoise oil the trading floor traffic 
& environmental zone bolts 
the door inn powerhouse 
spoils upper vest raining masonry 
and glass on Iveco Ford Cargo 
to the table heavy with song 
the venerable 
memorial pale bent shape 
of natural need, hunger can be gelignite 
or 'in disgust and its opposite 
is reflected the whole of history' 
a surcoat of white silk 
mantle lined with red

thats yr appanage handful of little rock

to their coronet of pectins water stock 

spite handshakes & cured claps 

within a lumen scratched on off

mucosa or vomiting in the Roman Fashion

bursting something like

in your chest imagine 

resisting an ulcer of scarlet 

livery to rend 

tomorrow breaks in via the garden fen-