25.09.25

 25.09.25

You do forget the scotch-taped 

networks at dawn how many 

Fortune 500 CEOs make poetry 

out of kerosene Patriarcha 

after his tongue their Families

then Nations elegy did not begin,

choruses instead ID people

have to eat remember

the upskilling aneurysm of my heart 

its blended finance instruments 

inside sulphate of ammonia  

the phenol in Ozymandias 

a lake filled all the same 

I exit dream abolished hope 

let me go to my caretaking angel

Ethics of Hell called name this city