I am
HAHHA
lockstepped
on rainwater irrigation system
disordered habitat of bats and birds
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
where you grow concrete
topping out silicon roundabouts
under mastice verdant solution
a crying dreadnought klaxons
something like xenophobias
gently slowing the body
into a rut slurry of mud water
comes over the civic-minded
metropolitan landscrapes
then pulls away
through my drearied heart
disappears from the skies
to HQ Mountain View
closer to sunlight
that was never built
but dug from hills
and there is no fog
in Therapeutic eurythmy
inwardly
if I was you, I would not smile
at present situations
for I
HAHHAthe terms@conditions
make a red triangle
which are ills inverted upon you
brightening over glass
breaks below and the face
is a future data centre
its needle wire clanks
pearlescent heavenly bodies,
and the moon
of metal, silvered I am
HAHHA reversed in life itself
the 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@conditions are
headbangers solidifying into architecture
under rainbow statistics
eating plume luncheons
server clangs by crook’d
bridle tubing; my heart
undoes the nap-pods
inside a past
a millennial ungloved
bleaches white and
accelerates in the dark
sick lamplight
its glen perishing eyelashes
I
HAHHA liquid soaps
service of exposed breathe
key change to hide
in love among viaducts
as the only sense of freedom
in pause areas I am
HAHHA a sinkhole
increases dismantled blood goes in,
atm’s come out
the history of mercury vapour
lighting greenish white
over the Centre Management Office
under hannibal house
under tempest
under napping fabrics
secrete through the whole
with bike chains, with
hammers, with wires, shoes,
belt buckles, with coat hangers,
wooden spoons and bare hands
,I am
HAHHA
fastened on a stool
drawn out under zoning
or regulatory arrangements
featureless trees are broken,
establishes Nue Ground
at the heart of what we do
eating sachet dust
strategic planning means
down One the Elephant
stomp 10 times with english brick,
make into manja line
coated with powdered glass
attempt to cut down
all opposing broken pledges
one by one this bloodshift unnamed,
face-to-face on retail chains
and privatised plazas
apologies would you reroute
the bounds of favour
into bags of
discontent or fare flung arrows
with solid lines
some ‘innovative affordable housing company‘
burning letters
on militant ecologies
with kindred red on banners backwards
dread planning of your working body
& nb no hope
in sick presence
ctrl alt del and
‘Live and let live.’ they say
I am
HAHHA hash for life
under brambles itch
for today, life hashes
a Brief Job Stress Questionnaire
lifemarks you shall eat the blood of
flow, drain, dis
charge have ramified and grown lanyard
inside sore spots, antipathies
e, working, constitutive
Offices Proposed
Awaiting demolition Closed
Awaiting Conversion Business Premises
Demolished Commercial Premises Gone
inverted to love
at the end of night
and touch the intimate nerve
I am
HAHHA
