The Dopplereffekt going off was the
door alarm at Cleveland Street was martial
art was even less is not a piece of music
is
a piece of dirt in the snow how do you feel
it’s materialist but it’s conceptual
you have to endure the
brutal reality you know how you feel
he never even bought me a pint
and I was once dead who am now living.
So the time court community centre
the wash my face in the sink the space-
time collapser sine hall there is no where
we trained, you pass the addicts
on the way then down training
past the guilt voice confessor compactor and
we drown it has been x years since.
And I was once a beautiful boy. And we
were once a piece of meat-played-percussion
we knew nothing of
cities it is a pleasure to delete you
“my name is and I am a”
my-name-is-and-I-am-a
mynameisandIama
it’s been x since my last organism enzyme
chemical reactor extractor. Some
kind of addiction someone recover
Boots the Chemist methadone plastic cup container
so I crumpled the crude oil into what was the new
that which I cannot name branded supermarket
cannot the who owns England off-shore
when you admitted you can’t remember
what was there before it
there are no plans
to re-open the restaurant
atop
the post office tower and when you enter
on the way down
the addicts sit you wash your sink into the sweat their tea
you are straight outta Bloodline
into the 50 pence orange and children of Clapton
the fighting and sweating the guts
the advice to E5 would be the city is yours
im working in the wrong form man
youth was
we will die here
are the plastic
flexing into the hope of its becoming
oil again in the Chora(s)san Time-Court Mirage
in the community room and the shakes again
acid skin scare whirlpool
atomic whirlpool.
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