(Mission One)
One leg in annuities, solstices,
sanctuaries, woes
breakthrough my heart is dumb brassic
in wiping off at the diadem floodlights
around dead fens being dead.
The underclass discussed
on mumsnet
Do we have one? Why?
Who or what is responsible?
When did it all go wrong?
answers on a postcard
wriggle out in virid pilule seedbed
sans reveries & you work
in the midnight purpling hue
tips the stars to lug imminent
a 10-point code of conduct
dictates by the squeegee
a dream covered nothing
its boiling More In Common
the Urban White Paper
Urban Renaissance
BioMed Centre identikit
corporate detailing
quoin metal black bile (Mission Two)
& actual slogans around our heads
into a buzzword of tearing.
ON. nothing Londinium vapour trails
wrenched quiet (Mission Three)
to my scrying door plate
vandal-proof lights
mixed-use workforce,
the sugar pill, —the clerical sales,
to Marina developments
micro segregation blood fielding
in treacle-like gloss paint;
plastic art planted in concrete
business district winding down
Era Two is more optimistic,
its spec boasting holes a
‘Transversal Space’,
Post-Good in Quango fortified,
stock-brick-clad
ground-floor blast walls
scratching the edge forevermore
Russell Group firebrands
in spirited Rosewood Calf Leathers
kicks me down
this gangway job pissed town
is yours in a sports bags, you can have it
12 stars over my eye pulls away
dead chainlink landscraped
the holly so the ivy
outside Langham Place
sans consentement
in Corsham stone
the nuptials of god
& god the Stone
beneath volutes
Justice 4 Fathers Spidermans
half suspended with a daughter’s guitar
‘In the Name of The Father’ by Bono,
the Trafalgar Groves, the Victory Footprint
Link sculpture with its panoramic viewfinder
In what kind of country is this?
class fatalised Bowellism
the sick rose winedrunk
on a broadloom Pushkin floor
threshed words red
there are Steinways to follow
& seraphs on Brooke street,
it's the colour
between thawed gurgles
that what really matters
& London is the centre
of wicker fence panels
its river territories broken
the last firebreaks hanging
under Blackfriars Bridge
to starry rushes chainfated
what deposit slot rolled
my cobblestones glom faced,
outside Automatic Hydraulic
anti-terror bollards
in the event of a loss of power
non-sector chaperones
allow the ingress of cool air,
with warm air flowing out
through two tall vents forming wings
that mirror each other,
public & private bokes
all set to chrome
it’s underlight schism hums
Laws balustrade is this?
Asset Management Limited
shining sleeves scraped
from every pore & costs nothing
laid upon its roof burning day
into your eyes rising
the stone of the plaza,
in every living sign
a public-space guru locked in
Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton
rooms screening
Live Below The Line,
(Mission Four, Mission Five)
& what will you do Alfie Deyes
with the cadres of flashbacks,
reliving the downside
of nostalgic austerity trend
for 20 minutes (Mission Six)
teeth cleaned on tassel loafers
readily circling each crutch
you know you have to die for a rebirth?
Cauldron burning London's
collar plinthed now this is Bang at Sportcity
the Plateau, the Field, the Garden agenda
a gala of dystopian domes Logan's Run
of my desire for wrecking
in multi-use pause areas frozen stars!
on the lips a Levelling Up,
a song for rent & village culture
the economic pie everywhere
& for everyone, not re-slicing it
Teesworks in Redcar,
& sell it these new clusters
will be our Fourth Industrial Revolution
in Sunderland headwinds in the past
spread thin through Freeports,
Enterprise Zones
& Super-deductions
weaving a thread for Investment
(Mission Seven)
New Classical macroeconomics
New Classical tiny glass beads
powered this small
& weak dreaming fields
the background to work
new satin finish logscales
peerless white limestone
of chlorine ducts a flaming urn
& no drinking water
for this sabre of light,
filigree lightness is anodyne
& as low as possible
over the tidal Thames
every child to thrive
on decoy vent fed air, (Mission Eight)
off seed cathedrals noon-marked
monocoques hollowed to dusk
the development sequence
scratched inside wet paper brain
Werkstatt the swilling ‘ideas engine’
Stanhope PLC a field of glass,
windswept Thomas Heatherwick
,, your mother’s bead expertise,
voluminous lottery cash enhances &
lifts the heart in Milton Keynes
seeing futuristic housing
prototypes (Mission Nine)
Workplace Mediation Specialist
hangs a heavy chain over my heart
your team knows why
& takes my eyes out
explore a National Landlord Register
at the Construction Expo
Five Angel Heads Comprise
the biosphere & how to die in it?
(Mission Ten) new County Deals
devolved administrations,
sitting on the
laver of eclipsed arches
all human malevolence
is planned orange light
porphyry stone stand on the backs
it’s meaningless orange light
porphyry stone
& the loggia curls quiet out composite
social typology bonded
& elevated again,
cleaned spurriers to mercer yoke
& no passage for foot
in the shadow of the new Cathedral,
the paying metronauts
‘I came here to swim
in the highest pool in Europe
& I’ll be back again tomorrow’
(Mission Eleven)
plugging austerities in the wren
binds a midnight tabulation
over spitting concrete
the drills, the controlled explosions,
the Corporation 2001
Cliff Richard Operation Yew Tree
& nobodies safe,
the wedded nodes the diminutions
& you eat them in the Giant Needery
little britain with wards tested
gladi/haemophilia + binos
evenings golden hour draped
black velvet above winged griffin ramps
(Mission Twelve)
the shallow end of Bullism
& you face it
in your head Nomura
& Merrill Securities metals
King Charles III,
finds it pleasing the Heritage Markers
now shaped into a grab-rail
come to terms with the view.
