Marina Manchesterism or looking for The End
in kerosene chirrup when you get out of bed
the centres enterprise The Fab House
the typologies the Heated towel rails
turn to prigs inside Veolia bins
the fiscal escalator lures
a place for no-one
all levied out people Centrica
owning the Future, the exclusion zone
but for radical realists
the company directives
but the quiet part
macroprudential pipelines
& a languid song falls hardest
a price culled from
now the only thing to take
is my life has become
stupid working class Kent scum
austerities signed in reservoirs,
housing, long-run grid investments
the Empire strikes back on rattan
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?
