Mill ennui begins by toxic draffs
soil burdened with arsenic & mercury
near the access point a large white marquee
underinking lauded codas & coiffed fingers
burnt plastic tetches off
remade this cloud
shrinking to some super-totem
inverted fascia running off teflon,
it’s faintly baited linchpin
burgundy bottles with regimental ties for wicks
the Molotov Prince of Darkness Astras speaks:
Moving forward as a beacon to the world,
the richness of the British character. Ergo.
Creative. Compassionate. Outward looking.
A triumph of confidence over cynicism,
boldness over blandness, excellence over mediocrity.
One harped, cupola withering blimp
settled at the mouth of the peninsula,
to dragging strays over shingle
a vanished complex tangles
what invented future means
in shining leaden water,
back under Enterprise Culture
its scrying glass extruding deadlands,
the last Council-Operated High-Rise
contains within itself indemnified
& everyone is left on carcinogenic marshes.
Of what mild oath unrevoked
the Committee members haircut congealed in Tip-EX
& under the Suns sun that dances
just like in the moonlight
O & when that moon is big & bright
it’s a supernatural delight,
when everyone 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 Index Multiple Deprivations,
a regional quota breeds out vapour trails
Public Consultations Hedonic Pricing 'area-based' factors
& marching people to jobs with two witnesses
& a task force courtesy call in reference to your wellbeing,,
by pulling together data from a common baseline, you
a common heart of what means-tested
peaks depart a private world,
against closing gaps
yours, a private cause
& other indices waivering molotovs
as the Final Reports assess fealty chokes
as hard indicators of change.
It’s worth flagging up that sorry is the hardest word
but you learn from your mistakes remember
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
when that moon is big & bright
under plastic-clad buildings
on big sorry reams the stated aims
of TMO’s Client aspirations
cantilevered on platforms
as narrowing logarithmic scales
turn the lenticular titles,
a wellness centre where you go to grow concrete,
& the flashes of your behavioural map discrete
micro-billeted polymers that count as a skin
falling new entrepreneurials again
& the best picnics are on Agars Plough,
& how could you forget massive gazebos
& Moët out the proverbial bucket!
the tête-à-têtes in the garden;
the shelter on the grouse moor
a nice isocost in the eyrie
& the night rain opposing
broad fields beneath them
a private equity firm in brownfields
cashflows to a cowabunga of prairie grasses
& weeping willows, a short furlong in length
of a Blast Shadow three solid armrests
& the sun also rises as an act of habit
or estimating worth during an interspace
of habit,, estimating better times
when the flames spread radially
around petals & all were alight,
stems rose slowly from the gaping
floorboards peeling upright
with a single massive flame
a sacred gasping light clap went around
the anvils of my tears & ask
the right people in the right place,,
& calling all hearts to emulate £20.00
ceases; filling us with divisions, confusions,
& tumults snopake’d with powdered glass
manja line down opposing
One Elephant broken pledges
The Best Residential High-rise Architecture
at the 2016 International Property Awards
kettering on a sky lounge, 45th floor
bar kitchen co-working space
Arrows with solid lines represent
the statistically significant paths,
& broken lines to show the nonsignificant paths.
in the results section, an innovative
affordable housing company tightens
its halogen light to snuff path
its model of n.b. no hope no kindred place
behind gates of ramified lanyards,
fingers filed red to business premises
& tumble under bushhammered enclosures
all these unscathed plods in utero caning
the height of a crown reduced by half
the Alpha City International, a walkway stretching
its sick building syndrome to your life's inside
jagged stripes the skies to Mountain View HQ
loud as glass
over this furrowed glebe
a future data centre needle clanks,,
past a green expanse
putative building site barcoded façades
a habitat, everything is here under
Section 106 Agreement
No alternative under Hannibal House
No alternative under tempest
No alternative under napping fabrics
& always in ultimatums graph
as it marrows to starry blue with camshafts
to shine a S.A.D. lamp on a life, strategic planning
& to feel a certain pang inside my chest
a hole as big as ten pence wide, names emerge inside.
And the pain grows specifically apart ,
localised , around the heart,
or the stomach, or the lungs
