ALONG

UK OK (not so very)

        still solid
    (courtesy of Victorian
architecture)

crazy high aquaducts
    (now exactly what
               do they do?)

university I went to
down main road manchester
freshly
    returned from
south africa

settler colonial
(apartheid to
           god knows who else
and me
and you)

but on that diet of dismal
how stuff going to grow properly?

how stuff going to flourish
when for best moral fibre
getting
     force-fed gloom

red, white, blue
flag should be slate grey and
colour
     most exploitative

see your politicians now
scared at the thought
                               people

might
     have their
                       own ideas

university down oxford street
(or was it road?)
                 taught me something
about the
    economic of F and K
(plaque proclaims
them
                    the previous tenants)

anarchy
OK OK    strawberries
spoiled, by
                      this time
was
          the late 70s

ust rattle your cheap jewellery here
                                  and I’ll
imagine
            in falsetto

less than happily singing along
        

TOROJAN WOMBMEN

TOROJAN WOMBMEN

Toorojan Wombmen
have helmet heads

love licorice
(it is their
most guilty pleasure)

hate
allsorts

would send all allsorts
down to Poseidon’s locker

something fishy already
felt about the smell

Oh but the Achaeans
are coming
the Myrmidions are coming

loaded with logic
and rationality

their armour as
bad-bullet proof

as Blackpool rock
(so many cavities
in the fangs
you
are bearing

so much yellow enamel
in need of bleach)

HARPIES

HARPIES

They tug at the heat strings with state of the art wirecutters
so let us call them
“Harpies”

double envelopment
they have
broken through
both flanks
and encircled humanity

the minds they have captured
headed fod relentless torture

but this
blue bunting, red-
hot pokers
is all about mythology, about
Palladian architecture
and ancient meanings

the ocean sighing as it pulls
back from.the Dover shore
before biting further

into ths landscape

no time to
set fire to the ships we
must imagine them burning

must instruct
the plebs to
see them burning

everything so gaslit
it is plain
as day

and there
quoting disparately
in elementary Latin stands
our Caesar

sort of stands our Caesar
Oh when will
such a Caesar ever
come again?