Another hone on taste,
parades red fusses
& the monks poise
professional managerial class
is dayblue turning trite
manifestos out logheads
but I can’t read at the Ability Grouping table
remember the future society
logarithmic falling levity
all things big & bright
you can see friendships ruck
in this gelded hellscape,
raked on consignments nubbed
like an estate child's
cursed leaven the kinder noughties
phishing out hallowed light
against you & eyes watched
broken piling the last stars paled
by an invisible hand
'The Blessings of Tony Blair'.
