A most insatiable covetousness, divided that among themselves with which all the rest might have been well supplied, are far from that happiness that is enjoyed among the Utopians; for the use as well as the desire of money being extinguished.
Thomas More
Zurich PLC behind rust packet
a cacodylic eye spent to tectonics,
bumps, kidney shaped abscesses
curled black lids fading shells
little insects all screws bolts
& dead 227 figures meant for Linz
Tyrol locks Germania
in a thousand springs on Bahnhofstrasse
an unconditional Basic Income
gets scolded in Schlaraffenland
Bundesblatt 77% underneath light
filched rent cleared to pale
dapple-greys all but rain
between buildings
settling this silent aperture
on tumuli Blancpain
ditch of frogs
for the waking harborage
masseuse chairs in Hauptbahnhof
are actual police hidden between
them proxy codes wire to wire
noises pissed out communiques
the guardian angel
climbing out the 7th circle
of hell on quicksilver,
filigrees the finest truffles
from Kernzone to be buried
in Heimplatz leased secrets
in amice song cultus medicine paste
trespassing in reuptakes
& go again into this suffering city
hotep strung sleep cordons
the blood of mice,
domestos lane I find cowered
across muted half-sounds
red eyed filament of peace,
under the night bridge
when it’s as quiet as this is
in public toilets trousers down
the Suisse franc population
of dead surrendering
things of youth incogs bring
some things as free
through this alkaline garden.