06.04.25
Tonight I am the attack dog
of Lecturers in Modern Poetry
& ringfence cliques, standing out
your house & the meaning
of pissing down
inherent classicism sorry
classism in poetry tomorrow
sucking each motive out
of each thumb like O
chora any breaking that
you care to name was me
Good & Evil meet
at the angel boundary
just fainting out luminaries
with fingers renaming
in the wrong voice
all my absent ailments
my shaved heart
