Ma ville monarchical law
needs arrow-slits
crenellated white-stone
the finest grain of social body
pressed inside freedoms
panorama breadth
Alpha Global City Rich
in my heart colours
chevrons & ziggurats
one of God's creatures
ragged over stone
instead of brick
star shaped King Pest
cross-plained
in the forest of plastic receipts
while cabbage civilisation exists
under Atomium
what vast marshes of
dog shit at night
shine under numbstands
a cestus of starres
from inspector's lodge
I am beautiful as a safe
of pipes filled by Quartermaster
chasten the carceral city small theatres
tortures shaped dots with wheels,
gibbets, gallows,
the pillories sing
The European Council,
it’s soulless Eurocrates
seeking to introduce a standard
European bottle holding a miserable
70 centiliters,
robbing life of charm
& subjecting it to
The Economic Man
Flemings gone French
in Beer world,
curry leicht
scharf paired to Ultra-Luxe
more six grain
& I’ll live forever
off the eldest child, Leopold
Heer copse to sunn blamed
frenulum pressed into lintel
LA PRISON=SUCE MA TEUB
