I'll let the Prawns
then I'm Torn
the planner asked for extra gluten on
His scones where'd my dream go wrong?
which spangled tattsworth produced these
melons with barcodes on? he wore his
petty grief like a set of jailor's keys –
meditating on a mcdonald's in the
fakelush park / fair'nough babies point at
ruinous wrens – the feat of standing on
your owntwo / it's all ducktape gloves and
glassbars to them / a basement pa
blows off trigger warnings at 180bpm /
a youthgroup pocket their fucks and shuffle
off for superfood / anannonymous unlocks their
plastic hanging basket in the fold clutching
at clocks awaiting the slogoftheseason,
rendering walls all dankn’dangerous with
pliered eyes and linished nails / ten two
clubs on the floundering floor /
the practically purple're wakened by the
knock of dull intelligence, carrying
pixels forthe resistance,
dizzyingly, sheepishly up to the loadingbay /
a ref's whistle peels a basement window / scales
the weight of liquid opinion / Burglars!
they're probably claiming furlough!
how's hamburg been this week?
have youtaken himup thelane, therecent? /
alongside someother incedents of hugo
elise and thepolice, the stuff was drippingdown
his cuffs / the children sing incircles a microdot a
microdot! as donk man's tellertabby lucks a pizza –
older and snider than archway dayl
lost to the eyebrows
I sit glum-faced and nervous in the world's smallest village school.
Debbie Green gets the instruction to
show me where to take my
standard issue orange lined and shiny blue.
I wonder what this future will do.
Kiss chase 37 years to a
small boy on the Polish border all
glum faced and nervous in the
world's largest village school,
wondering what the future will do.
The volunteer asks Can I take your coat?
No, my mum says to I have to
keep it on, in case
we have to run.
I will never laugh again.