no distant figure cuts diagonals across the hot war which fleshed this near scorched field they thrive on threat citizens perfectly informed of 'trouble ahead' drift under the flickering syntax of a virtual journey rolled along disconnected whorls of mud-ruts easy arrest made permanent sacrifice is thrust upon them their own juices drug them across the defrosting stubble of last year's crop no grass grows through these scattered flints
7th February 2003
9
carpets woven with jargon surrender monkey ground level realism pumps a Kalashinikov before the gold cupola a tight wrinkled lip of double-stitch
every night you fall asleep invaded by this market target couch drill
an embedded journo pillowed on gas buys a free full monster with an empty promise your night vision goggles catch the first line of his collateral excised scribble 'muscling
in on targets...' struggling with his war poem the dark god of his sonnets freeze framed death tools downed
29 March 2003
10
self emptive victims shimmy to the umbrella skeleton weepings of Mars 'regret' the ancient wheeled ordure spilling sewage spice where they gnaw gnats' gristle on a rubbished ground plan
sex down the tar on sparrows before a dodgy House law games shake depleted prayers to your stump the gazelle's eyes have it clearly somebody’s brother's missing in a ghazal of mass ifs
the direct cost of life in a hit single radio vomit over reach over Babel's Tower blowing the red caps scorches a French veto a horlicks of humans and freedom fries
