…
do you leave your front door open
with a breeze block – as a doorstop
open w i d e
like pacman at the dentist
( so the breeze can usher in … )
leaves & masks & plastic bags
detritus
from this system’s collapse
wanders come, the world is closer
sinking slowly, rats & goblins
piss upon your – d.f.s sofa
yoofs will nick your purple hair dye
rabid gangs
of chartered surveyors
& bards on the run – will trash your gaff
smash your mirrors
& eat your secret stash
of caramel freddos
& tunnok’s teacakes
while you’re marching
in a rainbow gimp suit
with green jackboots
begging uncle government
for open bloody borders
( ? )
…
resarf poetry 