FOOD IN TOWN

& with fingers
too tired for caution
you
pick
thru
the consequence buffet
as
its
the only food in town

SOUL BUFFET

im a conduit

ailing - theres gaps

light gets thru

~

thru the unoffical bypasses

from the heavy metal fatigue

you
find
it
here

ether filtered

like cosmic volvic & meat evian

a flat platter from

my fragmented soul buffet

lets meat from ny.eater.com

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

pic from weloveist.com

SOFT BUFFET

between
gods bomb children
his angel drones
lazy government fudge
and
all
the
other
broken biscuits
swept under a rug 
eight miles high

is a no mans land
is an everyones land

a writhing soft buffet

of
jeans on the radiator
wind blown wifi
and aspirational pasta

of
sold holes and souls 
dodging spikes and system 
for a high like amputation 

of
fatty brainless meat
basting itself
in function creep

and anyway its all swallowed today
in
the
spaces the rain found
in
another
slow
british
morning

a whole generation long

from jeremyrhammond.com