30.07.25
Paddington Speights
the remote area
body hangs for six days
a face pervades over eaves ornate
the terracotta ridges
steep slate its four-hipped
& now the buzz of
British Transport Police
illegible mosaics crawling through
a worksong for tomorrow's
roaming junket on the other side
between two lives a bent heart
over grey crushed velour, locked away
this time for hyperpartisanship
remember or was it
the strength of guava
that put the vanguard on the rocks
from cloisters to Sussex Downs
crashing out the Odd
gets buried inside a cloud
of seditious lines
Rosewood Calf Leathers
kicks me down
this gangway job pissed town
it’s yours in a sports bags,
you can have it
secrete PMC comradesolidarity
pseudologias come back mewling
circlescircles due process wracked
like gavel nixed into metal fouled out
downdrafts & medicament palls
hands like open fists
cantata lumpen denominators
strung up sliding down morning
leaves moon approaching
a victim of true alienation
