FRIDGE OF DIPS

in the lurid 

& binocular land

old paranoia 

grows lucid as owls

& 

our skein of civilisation
is tangled

like a rat king

painted flatly

on cheap veneer

&

an 

awful & deliberate

awareness deficit

cosplays a second coming
in

the

street theatre of the dead

& 

freedom 

is a buttery illusion

reaching
all the long way

from the biscuit tin
to the fridge of dips

UNDERPANT BUSINESS

its like

get your nose out of

everyones underpant business

&

let the humans piss

for christs sake

cos i only want to get my washing dry*

& youre all really doing my head in

*(& dry nicely too
  & not so my tshirts
  feel like biscuits
  when i lift them off 

  the rads hot ledge)

DAMBUSTERS NATION MULTIPOPS 2

     village green is
      biscuit tin pretty

sorrow flowers 
for dead glue child

~

     annual pub cricket 
     annual pub cricket

   cliques not worth 
           the poor buffet

~

my name is bond    
    brexit bond

    forward my cv to interpol
    please m

~

     lot to live up to
     more to live down

  set fire 
      to a high street bin

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