the
consuming masses
pound plastic
into mausoleum
~
'she never had a problem
that wasnt in fashion'
wrote richard stark in 1962
seeing
the
latent
instagram in us
~
shes holding up
the lyric sheet
for the busker
in the retail park
sun makes it
a blinding white
corrupted pixel
disinterested
currys
covid
fever
queue
~
when i touch his box of ashes
my hand & my arm tingle
his spirit
&
the reach of the cat king
or imagination
&
bad circulation
you know which
~
brave new world
grey new world
i find a lucky stone
&
after my bad dreams
have dissembled me
i
wake
with
my
gps
gone hideously offline
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