Tuesday 17 October 2023



Moritz Erhardt

 itch to anticonvulse the Sun’s Sun, 

& suffer the opposite 

out a block of flats near Cambridge Heath, 

suffer the opposite, 

in the midst of 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,

Turning Point UK,

for nothing but leaks

out in the middle 

a Gekko Grundgesetz

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 Quisling at the Faust-Gymnasium 

to half empty bodies, half dead &

against the merry go round coloured with cuts,

that was your drowned trend,

a paling sweet face begin 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

Weisse Gestatten: Elite

The morning after the Korova Bar meeting,

a complementary perspective collapses

in a pailing of watered 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 you at the bottom 

inexplicably are meal provisions fitness amenities 

& the alphahoods crimp best 

when the brightest

karoshi is in a snare.