sunk down to the bottom of the motorway,
found a very expressive 'work of subways,
but still not a whiff of city breath.
city of glass will end up smashed up,
so throw the seeds down and stomp the ground until they grow,
drag the saplings up by the scruff of their necks.
all of our churches and temples and mosques;
we turned them into free museums.
all of our football grounds, loved and hated, so outdated;
converted into women's prisons.
come along and see what we can offer.
state-sponsored, backing-track, street-buskers.
pay a pilgrimage to one of our seven quartiers.
you can sit her down and earnestly express
biggest doesn't always equate to best.
but these london girls know better than that.
I stared across the river misery.
I thought I looked to new york cities.
this was the renaissance with no resistance.
c.o.g.c.o.g.c.o.g.c.o.g....
(and this quarter,
we're gonna hit our quota
of ten romes a day. ten romes a day. ten romes a day. ten romes a day.)
Showing posts with label sunken public squares. Show all posts
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Thursday, 27 August 2009
Thursday, 16 April 2009
hothouse
those nosey redheads.
ive seen your cash.
but wheres the class.?
in the room where I sleep she keeps horses she keeps
talking talking talking talking talking talking about wine and horses.
the walls are wet with easy earnings,
there's a sad corner stack of uneasy learnings.
she pauses, she says "fuck" for effect.
her hahahahangover is gonna need another namecheck.
is this a bull or a bear town?
the girls all wear their hair in bobs around here.
and it is worse than we feared,
they have come for our hats, they have come for our beards.
but I spent my life savings of filter coffee.
this is something they can never take off me.
this is something they can never take off me.
never.
never.
I've got this burial plot in canada square where the sexed-up mob sweeps from here to there.
She looks at the sky and says, "it's a little too blue today, isn't it?".
we're past the push now, where we shut up about the who and how,
bullshit and bullion bronze bullion.
relentless, dry-mouthed and friendless in the hothouse.
hothouse.
hothouse.
hothouse.
hothouse.
ive seen your cash.
but wheres the class.?
in the room where I sleep she keeps horses she keeps
talking talking talking talking talking talking about wine and horses.
the walls are wet with easy earnings,
there's a sad corner stack of uneasy learnings.
she pauses, she says "fuck" for effect.
her hahahahangover is gonna need another namecheck.
is this a bull or a bear town?
the girls all wear their hair in bobs around here.
and it is worse than we feared,
they have come for our hats, they have come for our beards.
but I spent my life savings of filter coffee.
this is something they can never take off me.
this is something they can never take off me.
never.
never.
I've got this burial plot in canada square where the sexed-up mob sweeps from here to there.
She looks at the sky and says, "it's a little too blue today, isn't it?".
we're past the push now, where we shut up about the who and how,
bullshit and bullion bronze bullion.
relentless, dry-mouthed and friendless in the hothouse.
hothouse.
hothouse.
hothouse.
hothouse.
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