Conceptual Poetry: Poetry as Software./
if /he smiles;
foresight and fickleness
stay punctilious as london's big ben
observing the duties of citizenship
as the orange blimp floats by your queen
and scotland hoists another scotch up high
"Want to hear something really goosy?"
the genesis of a quarrel has nine lives
clawing out of stockbrokers' burlap bags
foresight be hanged - let fickleness reign
there is no misinterpreting
this catalogue of cataclysms
acoustical distortions during tea and crumpets
"I never saw no protesters anyhow..."
the catastrophic right wing revolution
wants to dupe john bull's bull dog of its bones.
20 stone if an ounce...
Isaiah 51:20
Thy sons have fainted,
they lie at the head of all the streets,
as a wild bull in a net:
they are full of the fury of the LORD,
the rebuke of thy God.
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