I think of Speights Paddington
his remote area
where the body hung
for six days,
his face pervades eaves ornate
terracotta ridges & the tower steep slate,
its four-hipped
the buzz of the British Transport Police Office
illegible mosaics
crawling through
a worksong, for tomorrow's
roaming junket on the other side
between two lives
I was a victim of true alienation
& how right you are to hate me
because I’ve got the terrible truth
in my bones
a heart bent over,
grey crushed velour
sequin curtain drops
this time for hyperpartisanship
but was it the strength of guava
that put the vanguard on the rocks
from cloisters to Sussex Downs,
crashing out the Odd
today gets buried inside a cloud
of seditious lines covered
Rosewood Calf Leather kick me down
this gangway job pissed town
to hone on taste,
at the Ability Grouping table
comradesolidarity mewling in circles circles
as Kangaroo Court decides WhatsApp Curse
i am told about myself from windowsills
gallspite &trite manifestos
so I roll up on goldenrods
Black-eyed Susans
& self stick in the craw
the rust on toolheaded river beds
spreads like a carbamide wash
cantata lumpen denominator
sees sanctified
by so many strung up elevens,
on a square of
clemency everyday with clove
basted when the morning leaves the
moon approaching mostly in tears.