Ma ville monarchical law
needs arrow-slits
crenellated white-stone
the finest grain of social body
pressed inside freedoms
panorama breadth
Alpha Global City Rich
in my heart colours
chevrons & ziggurats
one of God's creatures
ragged over stone instead of brick
star shaped King Pest
cross-plained
in the forest of plastic receipts
while cabbage civilisation exists
under Atomium
what vast marshes of
dog shit at night
shine under numbstands
a cestus of starres
from inspector's lodge
I am beautiful safe as
pipes filled by Quartermaster
the carceral city small theatres
tortures shaped dots
with wheels, gibbets, gallows, pillories sing
The European Council,
it’s soulless Eurocrates
seek to introduce a standard
European bottle
holding a miserable 70 centiliters,
robbing life of charm
& subjecting it to The Economic Man
Flemings gone French in Beer world again,
curry leicht
scharf paired to Ultra-Luxe
more six grain
& I’ll live forever
off the eldest child, Leopold
Heer copse to sunn blamed
frenulum pressed into lintel
LA PRISON=SUCE MA TEUB
