Mill ennui 2000
And to be again by toxic draffs
its soil burdened with arsenic & mercury
near the access point a large white marquee underinks
lauded codas & coiffed fingers burnt plastic
tetches off this cloud remade again
an image shrinks to some super-totem inverted fascia
runs on teflon, a faintly baited linchpin
inclines burgundy bottles with regimental ties for wicks,
the Prince of Darkness Molotov Astras
1999 moving forward a beacon to the world
into the richness of the British character. Ergo.
Creative. Compassionate. Outward looking.
a triumph of confidence over cynicism,
boldness over blandness,
excellence over mediocrity
harped, cupola one withering blimp
settled at the mouth of the peninsula,
Britannia strays dragging over shingle
it vanished complex tangles
what invented future means in shining leaden water.
& you float back into Enterprise Culture
a compulsion etched onto its scrying glass spectrally,
extruded into deadlands containing within itself
the last council-operated high-rise red eyed
& everyone is left on carcinogenic marshes
a Chairman’s haircut congeals in Tip-EX & the sun
atop the dome dances just like in the moonlight
O when that moon is big & bright
& it’s a supernatural delight,
when everybody is dancing in the moonlight!
molotov Astras people sized
& you go down with the building inside
you’re holding the bottle at its neck, you chuck it hard at the window,
at the base of its bottle an Index of Multiple Deprivations,
a regional quota system breeding out
Value For Money a bursting measuring instrument to public consultations
its hedonic pricing can be used to body-lock
'value' from the placid gag, people again falling
or to be a particular theory of change
or specifically 'area-based' factors
a pin, that you hold on your tongue
believing in the end a pin something pure;
which might, for example, arise for worklessness
its confidence interval there is a leakage
the evaluation team extracts a root
its data covers as resource into a evidence based Inquiry
a pin, 'individual enterprise support'
& 'matching people to jobs'
on this form of leakage
a cutesy call in reference to your wellbeing
by pulling together data from a common baseline
collated at the heart of what means-testing peaks deprived
within each to create more
the more of which is difficult
defining a private world,
a private cause you are entitled to bring someone, something
on an 'optimistic basis' within the ranges
with the lowest deadweight, lowest displacement, lowest leakage
that you hold on your tongue
as if at the end but the end,
we must remember,
doesn’t last long enough.
Final Reports assesses a fealty tsk
with social relations,
vertical trust, and the
corrosive mental health index against
'closing the gaps' with other areas
& feeling part the feeling part is one obvious problem
a moderate sky derived from nowhere
& out of, these indices waivering molotovs
hard indicators of change
change said again but differently,
to the Final Report Volume 5 (chapter 2)
worth flagging up that sorry is the hardest word
but you learn from your mistakes remember
secondary, data, covering
relatively small, deprived or eaten up parts of you
devalued or sunk into
the architecture of moonlit colonnades,
the custodial moonlit amphitheaters, the moonlit
night-club interiors as disinterred by Edwin Lutyens
on old drugs & re-thought as a underground bungalow
& exit into anti-ligature moonlit prisons
with calico print on the walls
elbows in the topiary garden dancing
a low octane hallucination
around flight you can feel it
crawling living the alpha city a corral of networks
in the middle of the three story high complex
nobody is left, but plastic-clad buildings
shaped like a Rubik’s Cube on the stated aims of the
TMO & Client aspirations endorsed subcommittees
cantilevered platforms narrowed to scalloped edges
the logarithmic scale breaks overhead.
There is no door but a sort of oval flap,
a opening tripped into flashes of your behavioural map,
sunk its token bent out of shape
but allowed to pass down a long sequences of spaces
eventually hitting the Vent-Axia
& crumpling into the arm of a giant figure
a zone based on the human body, this zone then divided
into four parts by sort of a dual carriageway
a waterway & what appears to be blood with visible blood cells
pumped around the floor & walls.
Shimmering lenticular titles, to be felt to be
standing at the height of the Stature of Liberty
a wellness centre where you grow concrete
topping out silicon roundabouts under mastic verdant
solutions, a crying dreadnought klaxons something while
an interactive scanner
would appear to find parasites
on the body & multiply them,
inside a past millennial ungloved bleaches white
& accelerates in the dark
above a series of skin hoops fused together in a stress position
its two halves reluctantly clinging to each other,
behind burnt public sector workers a private door
& the best picnics on Agars Plough,
how can you forget massive gazebos
Moët out the proverbial bucket!
subsequent decades in variant forms across demographic indicators
the city the redevelopment of a fetish;
its buried strata of contamination
representing another kind of heat
a zone within a zone;
a cylinder of How Shall I live?,
night rain a series of barriers & check-points
broken to light its infinitely distant far ended growing
luminous watch-dials strategically buried in cesspits on site
to be opened some point in the nearing future
a leakage engagement, a maximum target group
falling on a sliding scale
no forgotten people
in an undercroft its nuclear light singeing
madness, or early death geo-coded.
Scatter diagrams are used
to new entrepreneurial micro-billeted polymers
now counts as a skin, as a face its complex gyration
a private equity firm in brownfields. A proxy rank
the cashflows to a cowabunga pipeline
pushing ever upwards into a toxic pyramid,
from the apportioning process & then added back
with arsenic & mercury there are perks in
chains of lead you can feel it.
