These “suicide-prone” epigones Gather to drink from The Marian Shrine. And shout taunts at those They’ve already insulted online . They only go mob-handed At those they have fought, And are literally better fed than taught. Trailed-up on the protein-rich diet of kings; Their mothers’ gave everything Within and beyond their means. This Spides’ agoge […]
In the snap, confetti the guests fling were the scales from the butterfly’s wings. Coventrating not cleaving the air that used to make it soar – became a simulacrum – an electroscope flapping in a jar, charged and discharged by an electrophorus of despair – the diaphragm applicator: Only it, and the picture, are still […]
The youth I know are angry drones Appeased by a certain smoke alone. Their function done: their queen bees Ascend to forensic matriarchy. But it’s futile to speak For these smoke-dazed drones – “The Armed Struggle’s” ASBO epigones. They only want to get away with it And so be left alone.
Oft have I heard the chymes of midnight In adjacent flats or in the streets. These materialise, like Balla’s lamp In the morning under my feet. I awoke to a peal of beer bottles And white-cider tins Tintinabulated by OCD winds.
A young derelict with a baleen beard, In which every drink or meal he’s had adhered. Traversing headlights lifted this stone I practically hurled on the way home.
As a child, mother’s aluminium head-lice comb Was more beautiful than any princess’s diadem. I saw it’s avatars in music box clockworks, Turnstile’s thaumatropes , science fair spectroscopes And lately, on the Grosvenor Road . The park railings diffraction grating Transfigured the wet road. The tram-lined aurora of traffic and car lights Slothful as […]
