The winter of your mind
culled to the slowest of slow auspices
& the engrams you abstracted
outside the floors have absolutely
no cracks at all beneath the window
unbarred legally remembering again
Iain Catleugh Hutchinson
in the sky gardens
in the viewing platforms
the Public London Charter
your chest floor for users, owners &
managers of public space unchoking
in the enfilade
the missing psychosocial factors
dissolve or merge
with sick building syndrome Final Mote
decambered small pieces terms & conditions
they merely tsk out on your disk of feeling
& you are told beak pealing
a pawnbrokers bough
the sky around your head
for affordable rent over the road
again imbibing muscle aches
the summer of discontent
itches the looning horizon you
bent into a small shape in utter defeat
