UK 2003

UK 2003-07-10


I all but brave streets
When all was meant to be part mine by heritage
But the fucking turmoil
the torment
The forged anxiety
the torrent of senses
gorged by days to days contents
of omnipresent nonsense

Contemporary thought is synthesised in chambers
Its radar tentacles
Cling to the cells of Homo sapiens
Disconnection is not an option
And philosophy is buzz words cultivating hypocrisy
Democratic rule
Institutional racism
Rules are meant to be broken

As cancers pour like devil’s treacle
Down moral fibres
This surviving gene parades the arena
A hybrid
Shadow of kings
Spectacle among the bacteria
Status is pertinent to
Data approved residence
archetypal dialect
referable associates
time served!
designer teeth


And you wonder why God has so many elusive titles
It astounds us how east can always abhor west
Escapes you why suicide is a viable option
And who came first
The culture or BBC1
Community or chaos
Frustration could call for you to change your course
of propaganda


Vertigo pours
through neon zones
of disposed floating carbon oxides
nuclear phones
and nexuses of sweat and tears
fashioning the drum major’s rained puddles
of malignant isolation
The beasts belly reeks of jellied feasts
karma is a slot on a roulette wheel
It’s a wonder we ever came from souls


Ultra modern parasites learn subtlety here
Unwritten rules are cunningly treaded
For always there will be boys and girls
And need
While there’s room to scream
Muffled screams
There’s none to leave while one’s still awake

The longer train rides carry relief
Especially at night
In tune with dilemma and moon
Her blues-jazzy voice
Sings the name of the next station