Groundscraper HQ
I am
K R I E G
lockstepped
on rainwater irrigation system
disordered a habitat of bats and birds
and now fallen through
the future hybridisation of work
is, 0's – ticked through air morgues
mutter in synthetic turf
of Teletubbyland,
starred out tiara on
the head of this fabulous city,
is a wellness centre
straits over cut
grown concrete
and the topping out ceremony
finishes silicon roundabouts
mastice retreats in verdant solution
a crying dreadnought
something like xenophobia
gently slowing the body
into a rut
as a slurry of mud water comes over
the civic-minded metropolitan landscrap
curls then pulls away
snaps through my heart!
and disappears from the skies
to HQ Mountain View.
For a future data centre, even closer
to sunlight that was never built
dug from hills
there is no fog
in Therapeutic eurythmy
inwardly
if I was you, I would not smile
at present situations
for I
K R I E G the terms and conditions
a red triangle which are ills upon you
and to feeling unsafe
ARGENT held tight despite
old inward chuckling
bright over glass breaks light
and the corners become shallow
and the face is a future data centre
and its needle wire clanks
pearlescent
of heavenly bodies, and the moon
of metal, silvered I am
K R I E G reversed life
in flora I frequent my line of interest
there are countless tales of people
merely wishing to take photographs
being hassled by uniformed goons
in ostensible public space,
the terms and conditions are
again headbangers
solidifying into architecture.
Under rainbowed statistics
devouring smoke-plumed servers
hung by crook’d
bridled tubing; my heart
and the sleek sickly
privatisation nap-pods
frozen inside is the past,
but now we
the young and strong optimisers
pitilessly remark
your broken bodies!
into heads a jubilee of seeing them
crouched doglike in the atrium
light up your headboards!
erect sun on the vein of worry
hurt the timeserver
a millennial glove bleaches white
as strong and sane,
acceleration no handbrakes
in the sickroom lamplight
through glen perishing eyelashes
I
K R I E G liquid soap
services of exposed breathe
key change to hide
amongst viaducts
as the only sense of freedom
in pause areas
get actionable
forfeit the glass dewdrop fabrics
in defiance to the stars.
