Spaghetti
Western:
How the Left
was Won.
Democracy’s
a beautiful thing
till it’s
not.
My country,
wrong and wronger.
It’s getting
hot.
Holocene
Anthropocene
Trumpocene.
Can you dig the seam?
Horses, hunting
foreign flings
when kings make
sport
that’s the death of
things.
Rapture
Bookie
takes odds
on Apocalypse.
who will
collect?
Humanity’s a
Blooper Reel
of God’s
funniest home videos,
like cold
calling Christ on the cross.
I
run a canned laughter factory
with
a sideline in applause tracks.
But
I’m laying off today.
Take the
fight to the man:
change your name
to Totes Yolo,
start a band
called Pop Smear.
So much
toxic masculinity
in Simon
& Garfunkle –
The Boxer, I
am a Rock …
Scar bro,
there.
Siam, Persia,
Formosa, Cathay,
Bohemia, Burma, Bombay …
Bohemia, Burma, Bombay …
I like their
old stuff better.
Melanstalgia:
a sticky-sweet
addiction
to
melancholy and nostalgia.
I reconstruct you
like an anthropologist
smoothing clay to a face
of an ancient skull.
‘Oh Man’, said Manuel,
as he read the Manual
on Manual labour,
‘this langwidge is Manglish’
John
Berryman reads
like a
parody of himself.
The cat
steams in
like the Flying
Scotsman.
Today
I piss streams
of
tiny brightly coloured tropical fish
into
the gutters.
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