Moritz Erhardt, begins with an itch
anticonvulse &the Sun’s Sun,
suffer the opposite
out a block of flats near Cambridge Heath,
suffer the opposite, in the midst of the rising
from a streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep
quadrilateral, a square of clemency the Gray code.
A psychoanalyst & a life coach walk into a room.
an intern washes, puts on a fresh shirt & re-emerges
blinking in the dawning light. Start again
to expect pain sprawled across the shower floor,
the water still running. Hearts of Oak.
decomposing are members of the Orthodox Conservatives,
the Bow Group or Turning Point Uk, is
waiting for nothing but leaks out in the middle
of the meeting table,
sapling shot up & stuck firm to the ground;
Gekko Grundgesetz
to climb without oxygen to climb without eyes unblinking
behind black oval
‘Economic Possibilities for Our Grandchildren’
read from a stapled balcony
overlooking a chill wind blowing off the Elbe
karoshi Quisling deals at the Faust-Gymnasium
half empty bodies, seen in the movies’ seen in & through
that I should be yours, & obediently
against the merry go round
coloured with cuts, that I was
your drowned trend, a paling sweet face
begins with an itch, correct speech
correct Yaxleys & not die.
Naivety & vulnerability & not die.
& paedo dearest
correct kept patriot cut to poor feeling pickering over white fathers
where the light is always left on
Gestatten: Elite
The morning after the Korova Bar meeting,
a complementary perspective collapses
in a pail of watering lilies, nothing else happens
monotherapy hierarchies premium fridays dark Sites,
a gentle wind moves uninjuring your arms & legs
a sweet tingling feeling your skin turns red
or pale pink under ‘Resilience Week’ confines at the bottom
inexplicably meal provision fitness amenities
alphahoods crimp the best & brightest, the karoshi in a snare.
