Ah, beautiful sky,
broken people replaced by
Clubs everyone stands outside
TFL semi-public toilets
real time escapes
you in steel mullions
that become suddenly blinding
bloodless and inside
sadistic rate caps spilled
up beyond you
your unsolicited
emotional financial advice
your Colonel as a father.
Ah, beautiful sky,
in this country is a village
its green topiary gardens
its barcode façades
a habitat of bats & birds
the world is one magnificent
shop everything is here
section 106 agreement
your face now fallen through
a future hybridisation
of 0s numbed encircle you
as real live bombs with chain effects
its laissez-faire bonfire creation.
Ah, beautiful sky,
in business parks the future, no
‘we need to start making things again’
flooding synthetic turfs with blood
a coin tower made up of six billion
penny pieces starred out in a tiara
on the head of this
fabulous city, the inner sanctum
of a great parasite itself
all forms & images
in the world can be revoked
remembering your childhood.
Ah, beautiful sky,
in a regional accent
I stand in line forever
& have been doing so red nosed
in Church Of England prayerbook,
I don’t care I’ll do it forever
kissing tight for myself entirely,
to my bursting heart my head of state
it's why I attended Army Command
& Staff College in Camberley
& NATO Defense College
for my country I’m finishing
my last stint as Chief of Staff.
Ah, beautiful sky,
of Forces Pension Society
I came all the way from Ringwood, near
Bagnam Forest Corner
with my 16 air assault brigade
I drive a large Trojan armouring engineering vehicle
– it looks like a giant metal lobster
I fucking love it on Propser Keating
with my adjutant10 para,
my signaller Masher,
a kindred flame
I said promise that
if I die before you.
Ah, beautiful sky,
I would come & tell you,
I love my country
& I sank to the bottom of it once
but you were there, my tenderest
exurban Daily Mail reader
a lovebite that continues
in therapeutic eurythmy
inwardly to the most sunlight
concrete maisonettes break up
into nothing that was never built
inside of the head of disputes.
Ah, beautiful sky,
tacked on at random metal extrusions
they serve some sort of screening purpose
Metropolitan District Councils
over dust suppressant monitor stations
a hate bubble tangles up
roof garden, a café, a crèche,
a ‘breakout room’ the future, no
‘we need to start making things again’
It was just about this time,
& I was walking with some friends ;
it was exceedingly warm, we decided to bathe,
a weakness came over me & I sank to the bottom.
Ah, beautiful sky,
Infographic tool
is a culture of excuses
por out manned of & by guises
diminished working possibility
where the ethic claps
a star cut out across the country
nationwide reeling or creeling
the quiet part of PAYE
a day of misers lit by candles
the best in the world
there are perks in chains of lead
around flight can you feel it.
Ah, beautiful sky,
the poorest hee elizabeth windsor
become this diseased square,
new old world or long decades
that sound money echoes
on terraces on portland stone
of wishing bed reminders sporn
or could be here in mottled parts
left unburied ringing
viscous clouds the alpha city
is a corral of networks
freezing a six-rink grass bowling green
a virtued mansard roof.
Ah, beautiful sky,
open outcry method curls
to the hymn of dogmas
pit arb eats sacrament
& spoiled lands lay manifesting
by twitching finger binary
this cultus of proportions are medicines
like cruel paste trespassing
shiny trespa shards
reuptake inhibits a secret rite like grimoires
& so I go again, conjuration on charms
under eries of blood ;from terror,
from the horrible.
Ah, beautiful sky,
by the power of horror
divided a cross I don’t know
whether the earth is spinning or not
city wall is hell, as if in a mould;
it is like the lid or stopper of gulf
breaks inside pulling bitter sap
in my mouth gilded fluid
globules of light where
all forms & images
in the world can be revoked
in the centre
is a roseblossom.
Ah, beautiful sky,
subprime alphahoods crimp
poisonous herbs stryges dig up
100 cubic metres of earth
had tunnels & caverns under
a live-work space
happy music on the magic roundabout
itself a luminous body of
silicone & polyol resin
turned by currents of light
a neurotically
protected citadel
of the undead.
Ah, beautiful sky,
fossilised domestic history
dwelling high as uninhabitable
zoned backward laissez-faire it's bonfire
and creation currents of light
resident profiles cut out in the sky
a perfect sprangle in braced glass
of the city, single-class people
walk around enclaves depopulated
autonomous centre grows
enterprise fused children,
& god is here on little screens above
the concourse, sky news broadcasts.
Ah, beautiful sky,
a perpetual loop of Dark Justice
bullet proof vests, grow concrete
under mastice verdant solution
New to HQ Mountain View
closer to sunlight you can see
the terms @ conditions are
headbangers solidifying
Quango architecture
that make statistics crook’d
in bridle tubing; my heart undoes
nap-pods in the dark
sick lamplights are glen perishing eyelashes.
