Friday 15 December 2023

Speights (draft/unfinished)


Paddington Speights 

the remote area where a body hangs

for six days his face pervades 

eaves ornate terracotta ridges 

& the towers steep slate, 

its four-hipped & now the buzz of 

British Transport Police 

mosaics under a worksong 

for tomorrow's roaming junket 

on the other side between two lives

roadways piling a victim 

of true alienation 

& how right you are to hate me 

because I’ve got the terrible truth 

inside my bones

a bent heart over grey crushed velour 

sequin curtains, 

this time for hyperpartisanship 

was it the strength of guava

that put the vanguard on the rocks

from cloisters to Sussex Downs, 

crashing out the Odd

gets buried inside a cloud 

of seditious lines from

Rosewood Calf Leathers

kicks me down 

this gangway job pissed town 

is yours in a sports bags, you can have it 

while I hone on taste 

at the Ability Grouping table

& comrade solidarity mewls in circles 

circle Kangaroo Court 

decides due process like gavel nixed 

into metal by the downdraft 

medicament pall WhatsApp Curse 

moonlite the cantata lumpen denominator 

sees a spot sanctified by so many 

strung up elevens a square of 

clemency clove basted 

when the morning leaves the 

moon approaching 

carbamide wash 

from the broken pieces 

just as well.