Marina Manchesterisms
looking for The End
in kerosene chirrup
when you get out of bed
the centres enterprise The Fab House
typologies Heated towel rails
turn to prigs inside Veolia bin
lures the fiscal escalator
a place for no-one levied out people
Centrica owning the Future
the exclusion zone but for radical realists
the company directives but the quiet part
macroprudential pipeline
& a languid song falls hardest
at what price culled from
now the only thing to take
is my life has become
stupid working class Kent scum
signed austerity in reservoirs, housing,
long-run grid investment
the Empire strikes back
on rattan rabid its world elegance
crosstongued the political class
dead centred somewhere
To The North Of This Shit
call it poetry below the rate of inflation
& ask how to live in it?
