Wednesday 14 February 2024

Given Way to Rabbits (draft)


From the home counties to the Red Wall, 

Cornish riviera ,Teesside marina 

the accession should be destroyed

given way to rabbits 

At Centrepoint broke by downdraft 

where the fountains were removed, gone underground

The Concrete Society 

brand engagement platforms annulling

basking spots in the Outernet

incopads gauze Tricorn blood

makes no noise Paco Rabanne 1 Million

like a walk-in billboard JumboLand

Air Conditioned Nightmare,, washed in bleach

I ate your withered tie in the cloakroom

with Amarone & vetched Gillespies 

poured poppies down my briefs

at the Naval & Military Club 

Long Bar sangfroid 

bombed transmetropolitan 

Pink Gin runs out my mouth welt

unforgiven this blood cities shoulder, 

deathdown a bed in evening light

wended my cotched head

on henbanes stretching to the tree-lines,   

British Transport Police Mosaic 

cerulean Amytheus, cuts vitrified ceramic

all gripping nerve in city quarter peal 

descends in empty Quaver packets 

of Bloomberg’s pantry 

lorn name quiltpoison in RP

the catarrh gilet navy

on Moorfields, & Sixtus Dominic Boniface

would hold the annual coconuts shy

on the bowls pitch all would be burning

the European Maritime Safety Agency manifesto

proud as Judges. 

Pisssunk loitering air

like an ancient corner 

parsed of national jeremiads

ghost-catching spectres

& occult thieves at the premises 

of the Federationist League 

in a fugue state the greater & emptier lease

compresses regeneration scheme 

to our stolen municipal chairs

where am I to curse at the light? 

in the blanched retains of feeling

living rake thin on low resolution mirrors  

access thresholds injured slow curdle  

wet-winged brooding on bin-bags

starlings of newly widened 

centre arch pavement & City Roads 

its agoraphobia, forged out 

the inmost epistle flax, 

watch as they start 

carving up the Ossulton Estate

helix crick shaped, 

the function room into flats

275 tonnes of Westmorland Green slate

painted bloodred

grinders Britannia Unchained, 

& it’s doublemeant decayed 

ridges Rent-of-Ability 

near Albion Gates 

in memory of dry rot

‘why’d you keep here? 

knelt at the curb 

how much mental destruction 

is enough?

how much is nothing scrubbed ?

it’s panning rub of bad praxis

it’s faux sense

of militant justice.