Bullring Corps Body starred in like screaming hires
& everybody hot seated on Granary Sq.
all bossed up production values
sop harmony cash
wind sore not swept
The Hardship co-op is development hell
inferno from a turret pule survived an ill box
like a hassock rolled over
your stricture stile molotov
used up natural reverb
from a long corridor
the boundary between public & private bokes some
O fingernail’d symphony go mutineer atonal
on the walls of the Bank of England
Bolshevik stitches undivided
of their own refusals
Stuckhard to granite paramilitary LTD
all heathen reliquary muzzled typehard
& wish repealed
on ONE MILLION POUNDS of parquetry
meant sponsorship love blackens the lozenge
my fifes play beneath the grandee architects Die Zunge
of earning bread with the sweat of bodies
& other biblicisms we learned
sun shuts on deleterious song
in chancel of let do & be Good
by the rule book the Public London Charter
debugged my linked mangle,
over stewardship
of carving eyries &
security solutions
blocks my alumnus
incorporation is blood silent
& frozen light.
& where are our houses? can-do struwwelpeter
pluck geometry allied by blood or other affinities
to strain every sinew on the kindling of another
confidantes of the Winter of Discontent
Sir Chief Mouser by Royal Warrant
emotes depths of shyer creatures,
the rodent inside the silhouette hymn is cut
so eat shade under kissing buildings
shaped my palsied heart so
dull to sympathise
the social climbing
ladder intravenous
end your lunch
the dart board is fucked
its eye worm isthmus
elevated steeply in the Recruitment Room
canceled ferns of New Labours Vitruvius
Police The Knowledge Quarter
before the popular glories of the palestra
offers keash braids, bam brows
pavan henna behind asphalt hillocks
all chicanery in the heart of London!
bleeds a lined glen welded around chrome
balustrade of medieval liberty
as placeless demo developers
get lauded into Colophon,
black falls down on the Green Belt,
wrapped in laburnums for you at work
PoP goes the mock air
utopian public-space gurus vet on exploits
wrapped in Glencore-mined metals
every upstart brag
‘I ate workloads’ pulsing
velour credits
hissing canisters to smile in a ruck
as ash darkens walnut
trading fair on straw bale walls mess is the law
inside Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton houses
programs in Subversive Thinking
are too idealistic
hence cruel & whipped up
in the mirrored halls of gentlemen clubs
genes to scrimmage erotica
suck the polemic Dean Neoliberal Cathedral dry
no starlings for lists are their feelings
as beyond, or dismissive of bilious vinegar shame
impotent neck chain Sputnik frayed
velveteen small men strip off get and emetic
in the row boat of light sacrifice is
GO to the hireling & submission
NOW from the grouse moors evolved
to a triage inside the tawse
wearable talc on under
New clubhouse insignia
wetrooms of Tory contracts
& desexualising
ermine trimmed jackets
the infect our uplands
of suck & stoles
self-refund woodpiles
the laughter of burning
on fetish cries
the edge of nothing
cries back bind this
secured to night
in dry swaddling clothes
piss craved &bended knee
from heart’s disguise,
strike down to my soul: here
oppressor is dart
despot tears in vermin tracery
still on their cheeks,
whimper their way through
‘Abide With Me’
