Painted pink from pole to pole
the oubliette Drop City
boardroom stilts accidental vistas,
shuttering on The Boom’s Last Word
ideas for a footbridge abiding
Glencores greenwashing
& the final Fatal Tree
made from copper-nickel alloy
bling encased sheer profligacy
County Hall scoured into Shrekworld
countermanding last minute memos
the viewing corridors
risoed over capital
a termination of hope
Long yen gelded estuary
unfencibles for king’s head
to keep land inviolate yob-end
plant life cubic grey urban
beautifies out all the quiet zones
you bend to gapping stars
rime goes opaque
in air of ruckling counterpanes
rented-off this mortised rim
under Leadenhall think-tanks
lower a Union Jack on piled biscuit tins
from the Cherry-Garden to my last sigh,
nothing much left now
but a saturnalia bough
high as uninhabitable
opportunity area digs
itself rond-points; overwork death
in Royal Parks surviving
a tortured lie link by link
star draught stimulus lament
forlorn’d white ash this husk perimeter
mystagogy of WeWork
Aviation House kicks me down
office blood horizon keystep
sung from beds,, pennant made concrete
a diagram of our life murdered on
bramble heads gripping the lamina
what little legal entitlement
we have of this unleavened cake?
a place you cannot be seen,
a panacea soliloquy
squeezed to the plughole
you have been forgotten
In a One Nation Britain
washed hallow-gob rentiers breathe
a culture of dependency
hanging off Argyle socks & shitflickers,
bead-eyed hurdlestake of middleman faction
a dismal sheen cast the little cauldron,
together commemorate bled pegs
the phenomenon of humanisation-
trussed up rigid against
your skin to see through bits of you
tangled in rigging
of its widely flown ownership,
a stand-alone flag
from their leafy vantage-tops
my heart carries on
undoing nap-pods
in dark vertical gardens.
