Look downpour, swindle a zealot to bearskin;
a blowtorch to sing this bondage clip
on a high end scourge
or never leaving the house
to credo at every structure hollowed out
tsars child eyes
dropped on militia fur remember
as in the true solemnities
to keep on heaven’s doorstep? red
hedges beget all think-tanks
again how to lose a heartbeat bolstered
by its own firebrands or prep an armament
against the sybarite vanguard
dozing fist-grip hear us, O hear us
earldom to sightseeing tear-jerkers
in a job’s sickness the daze insurgency
imagine down the rockery on pink gravel
the Workday and music of our promotions,
4 days not thresholds in the thunderclouds may
awaken us to off-licences; lay like pigs
all filed in by the X Gen idler.
Take panacea soliloquy, snigger or the plughole
look have you forgot my last relic: to think
we’d never met a fugitive of lullabies
yr pamphleting to an evening standard
night demonstration the rain curtain
of pinnace over-wrought;
another battleground ‘lost’
to fanfare subsections inter-wash,
off academic, database and the debtor;
thoraxes which Parishes
so long fed
golden saps and cuffed dewy streams
a tombola for heart impersonally,
just like a stranger and what is hopeless work,
Doctor Philosophiae?
silk linings and sincerity hooks arson on reed, thatch the pockmarks
off fuck ems icily placed in a sublime dustpan!
too late
place their neigh bits of nothing spine
inside a stitch up weather borne eat bark again
humbly pleading!
in a sprawling housing estate somewhere
there's nothing patrician about those sounds!
or a complexion lost selling solemn
days tiny, iterant, unresolved on steps
yr stick figures heartland smiled back
inside a cruel path the 15th floor remember
crowding nice everything is getting shorter
now look down see this iconographic
morphology has been typologically made concrete
they stand, forming now
in each known land
what daffodils of our system!
