THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH CODEINE

(THANKS TO

EZRA POUND

FOR HIS

PHRASE

WOT WAS

STUCK

IN MY

COUNCIL ESTATE

HEAD)

theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when its 

burning & bombing 

like Sarajevo outside

and the 

tracksuited children 

of the 

unkillable poor 

are 

kicking bangs 

at the Co-op van

outside the 

corner shop door

theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when every baby is a hairy lady

laying protein 

gently wombside

and dads are fourteen/cant read/cant add

in the 

thick autumn darkside

theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when pure Enoch lives forever old 

god took him 

from ocean world/he was too good to die

we are told

theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when the moon Europa 

can be our host tundra

when Mars is exhausted/its bars dehydrated

 

theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when it paints 

edges soft with milligram smiles

lowers eyelids for armour 

in the 

hallway miles