A Shopping Centre
of human bird noises
coming out the masseuse chairs
chloroform soaked life
singing to dead thrushes
Moorgate rains ethanol fluid
turns the mourning out of earth
scatological rites of all nations
under corporate umbrellas
welded indices
small pillboxes of faith curls
in ludic circles NCP London clay
bellum mouth runs out
the deregulated Square Mile Roman City
boundaries its ‘Corporation’
65,000 cubic metres of soil
for Bronze long-limbed hares
& CLC veneers this is worlds
impenetrable edge
gets buried under Carillon
I can see it,
like a charred linnet buff
burning for burnings sake
nightstars cloudnines
IF THERE’S A HELL,
I’VE LIVED TO SEE IT
jack-knifed the bend of a hockey stick
elected representatives arcane
Common Councilmen,
milk-paled Aldermen, sallow sheriffs
& Lords from Medieval guilds
a jasmine flower stuck behind your ears;
air-kissing the profoundest carrion
cerulean Amytheus cut vitrified
British Transport Police Mosaics
ceramic broke by downdraft
where the fountains were removed
The Concrete Society gone underground
brand engagement
platforms annulled basking spots
in the Outernet incopads gauze
Tricorn blood makes no noise
Paco Rabanne 1 Million walk-in JumboLand
where I ate your withered tie
with Amarone & vetched Gillespies
poured poppies down my briefs
at the Naval & Military Club
the Long Bar sangfroid bombed
transmetropolitan
Pink Gin runs out my mouth welt,,
the cities shoulder burns a
breadcrumb trail piss sunk air
parsed of national jeremiads
ancient corner ghost-catching spectres
occult thieves on premises of the Federationist League
stolen municipal chairs
& newly widened centre arches
& the pavement of City Roads
its agoraphobia, forged epistle flax,
watch as they start carving up
the Ossulton Estate
double-helix crick shaped,
the function room into flats
& 275 tonnes of Westmorland Green slate
painted Vanta black.
