FUGAZI
VODKA INTIMATE, AN AFFAIR WITH ISOLATION IN A BLACKHEATH CELL, (1)
EXTINGUISHING THE FIRES IN A PRIVATE HELL,
PROVOKING THE HEARTACHE TO RENEW THE LICENCE
OF A BLEEDING HEART POET IN A FRAGILE CAPSULE.
PROPPING UP THE CRUST OF THE GLITTER CONSCIENCE,
WRAPPED IN THE CHRISTENING SHAWL OF A HANGOVER,
BAPTISED IN THE TEARS FROM THE REAL.
DROWNING IN THE LIQUID SEIZE ON THE PICCADILLY LINE, RAT RACE, (2)
SCUTTLING THROUGH THE DAMP ELECTRIC LABYRINTH,
(CARESS OPHELIA'S HAND WITH BREATHSTROKE AMBITION, (3)
THE ALBATROSS COURTSHIP, MARRYTIME TRADITION,) (4)
SHEATHED WITHIN THE WALKMAN WEAR THE HALO OF DISTORTION
AURAL CONTRACEPTIVE ABORTING PREGNANT CONVERSATION, (5)
(SHE TURNED THE HARPOON AND IT PIERCED MY HEART,
SHE HUNG HERSELF AROUND MY NECK.) (4)
FROM THE TIME-LIFE-GUARDIANS IN THEIR CONSCIENCE BUBBLES, (6)
SAFE AND DRY IN MY SEA OF TROUBLES,
NINE TO FIVES WITH SUITABLE TIES,
CAST ADRIFT AS THEIR SIDESHOW, PEEPSHOW, STEREO HERO,
BECALM, BESTILL, BEWITCH, DROWNING IN THE REAL.
THE THIEF OF BAGHDAD HIDES IN ISLINGTON NOW, (7) (8)
PRAYING DEPORTATION FOR HIS SACRED COW, (9)
A LEGACY OF ROMANCE FROM A TWILIGHT WORLD.
THE DOWRY OF A RELATIVE MYSTERY GIRL,
A VIETNAMESE FLOWER, A DOCKLAND UNION,
A MISTRESS OF RELEASE FROM A MAGAZINE'S THIGHS,
MAGDALENES CONTRACTS MORE THAN FAVOURS, (10)
THE FEEDING HANDS OF WESTERN PROMISE HOLD HER BY THE THROAT.
A SON OF A SWASTIKA OF 45’ PARADING A PEROXIDE STANDARD,
GRAFFITI DISCIPLES CONJURE TESTAMENTS OF HATRED,
AEROSOL WANDS WHISPER WHERE THE SEARCHLIGHTS
TRIM THE BARBED WIRE HEDGES,
THIS IS BRIXTON CHESS. (11)
A KNIGHT FOR EMBANKMENT FOLDS HIS NEWSPAPER CASTLE, (12)
A CREATURE OF HABIT, BEGS THE BOATMAN'S COIN, (13)
HE'LL FADE WITH OLD SOLDIERS IN THE GREASE STAINED ROLL CALL,
AND LINGER WITH THE HEARTBURN OF GOOD FRIDAY'S LAST SUPPER. (14)
SON WATCHES FATHER SCAN OBITUARY COLUMNS
IN SEARCH OF ABSENT SCHOOL FRIENDS,
WHILE HIS GENERATION DIGESTS HIGH FIBRE IGNORANCE,
COWERING BEHIND CURTAINS AND THE TAPED UP PAINTED WINDOWS, (15)
DECRIMINALISED GENOCIDE, PROVIDED DOOR TO DOOR BELSENS. (16)
PANDORA'S BOX OF HOLOCAUSTS,
GRACEFULLY CRUISING SATELLITE INFESTED HEAVENS, (17)
WAITING, THE SEASON OF THE BUTTON, THE PENULTIMATE MIGRATION, (18)
RADIOACTIVE PERFUMES, FOR THE FASHIONABLY,
FOR THE TERMINALLY INSANE, INSANE,
DO YOU REALISE ?
DO YOU REALISE ?
DO YOU REALISE, THIS WORLD IS TOTALLY FUGAZI.
WHERE ARE THE PROPHETS,
WHERE ARE THE VISIONARIES,
WHERE ARE THE POETS,
TO BREACH THE DAWN OF THE SENTIMENTAL MERCENARY. (19)
