Moritz Erhardt,
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 dwarfing light. Start again
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,
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to climb without oxygen
to walk without eyes
behind black oval you read
‘The Economic Possibilities for Our Grandchildren’
by John Maynard Keynes from a stapled balcony
overlooking a chilled wind blowing off the Elbe,,
a karoshi Quisling at the Faust-Gymnasium
to half empty bodies, half dead &
that I should be yours, & obediently true
so against the merry go round
coloured with cuts, that I was
your drowned trend,
a paling sweet face
begins with an itch, corrected speech
corrected Yaxleys & did not die. For freedoms
naivety & vulnerability
& to still not die & paedo dearest
correct kept patriot cuts
to poor feeling fathers
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The morning after the Korova Bar meeting,
a complementary perspective collapses
in a pailing of watered lilies, nothing else happens
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a gentle wind moves uninjuring your arms & legs
a sweet tingling feeling your skin turns red
or pale pink under ‘Resilience Week’
confines you at the bottom
inexplicably are meal provisions fitness amenities
& the alphahoods crimp best
when the brightest karoshi is in a snare.
Sliding through generation time
sovereigns anonymous extra mile,;
a battleground lost
& the skies spark & die with zephyrs
& the city interns burn a magic roundabout
under spruced buds
picked by a vote whose dead hole
now leads in-itching flaked white skin
to prevent roosting
the flashes of British Gypsum,
teethwet brogues cut the bough.
