Saturday 25 November 2023



Outside Langham Place 

sans consentement  

in Corsham stone the nuptials of 

god & god the Stone 

beneath volutes 

Justice 4 Fathers Spidermans 

half suspended with a daughter’s guitar

‘In the Name of The Father’ by Bono, 

the Trafalgar Groves, the Victory Footprint

Link sculpture with its panoramic viewfinder

in what kind of country is this, 

class fatalised Bowellism sick rose 

winedrunk on a broadloom Pushkin floor 

threshed my words red

held up by a friend 

there are Steinways to follow 

& afters are seraphs on Brooke street,

it's the colour between thawed gurgles 

that really matters

& London is the centre of wicker fence panels 

its river territory is broken  

the last firebreaks hang

under Blackfriars Bridge 

to starry rushes chainfated

what deposit slot rolled God's Bank 

for cobblestones glom faced, 

Automatic Hydraulic anti-terror bollards  

make stakes in the event

of a loss of power

non-sector chaperones 

allow the ingress of cool air, 

with warm air 

flowing out through 

two tall vents 

which form wings that mirror each other, 

public & private bokes all set to chrome 

it’s underlight schisms humming 

on Laws balustrade.

Is this? 

Asset Management Limited 

shining sleeves scraped 

from every pore 

& costs nothing

laid upon its roof

burning day into your eyes rising 

the stone of the plaza,

in every living sign

public-space gurus lock the doors 

in Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton rooms screening  

Live Below The Line, 

& what will you do Alfie Deyes 

with the cadres of flashbacks, 

reliving of 

the downside

of nostalgic austerity 

for 20 minutes 

teeth cleaned tassel loafers 

readily circling each crutch

you know you have to die for a rebirth?  

Cauldron burning London's   

collared plinth of Blair's demotic 

French glades,, now this is Bang at Sportcity 

searching Utopia through a pipeline

middle english bullclipped 

I chide Culture & Values Enterprise 

I ate your withered dinner tie

with Amarone & vetched Gillespies  

the Plateau, the Field, the Garden agenda  

filled & felled w/ MSM 

will manage material deprivation 

for the next life,, in a gala of dystopian domes 

Logan's Run & cement blocks empty man-creditors 

of my desire for the wrecking 

in multi-use pause areas

cascading frozen stars! 

canting Angleterre bouillante.