Bore a whole in me
Boredom bores
A deep French sigh
In black and white
Cover your eyes
Now speak
Inevitability shakes like
A dancer high on mdma
And that new drug you told
Me about
Bore oh bore
Bore the slick street
Bore the twisted ankle
Bore the fallen angle
Bore the geometric pattern
Bore the choice of beer
Bore the young dreadlocked
Sweet youthed middle aged
Aging agitating activist
Bore myself into a hole
Bore deeply, longing
Live bore maggots writhe
Alive in the bore
Swanning over heaving
Browed new sweetened
With 80’s patterns
Licking turpentine breath
Showing v’s of flesh
Louche and swollen footed
Spouting Kafkaesque, Zola
Ememememe yeah so
Checkootmaband offal
Au fait with outré dez rez
Resisting taste shorn of
Buds, bloomless, rotting in the pot
On the windowsill where I’d
Said I would take care of it
Buy a fresh pot find some
Earth to cover it bring
It light
Give it
Love
Sing
Inches from the leaves
Breath life
In music
Warbled notes
Seee oooohhh twwoo
Too you
Yoouuu who are missed
Placed somewhere
Like the woollen hat I will need
For the coming winter
Will be harsh and heavy
With sleet slushing in shoes
Damp clothing drying
Purple knuckled struggle
Through a hail of cuts
Some small papers
Some large wounds
Find me find me find me
Let me find the strength to get out of bed
Alone
Not alone
Lonely
My phone dazed
twitters
Incessantly
Joke on joke on joke
A pile of inadequate explanations
Bore
A quaffed tailored smile
Bore
A serpentine laugh
All ess emm ess aaah
Bore
The sound of upstairs
Bass heavy vibration
Bore
Wild snorting
Guzzling truffles
Thick bristles
Headless mounted
Put it in the study
Put it on expenses
Expend fluid over
Bound, supplicant dark skinned
Creatures yearning for flabby
Translucent members
Erect in service to the queen
Simpering servile boys
Locked in cupboards in
Ten thou a year boarding schools
Since the sixties growing older
Bitter, xenophobes foaming over
Party whips, power
Starved thrashing
Over scarred skin
Over unborn foetuses
Over single mothers
Over gay couples
Over the ill
The dispossessed
The starving
The disabled
The abled
The young
The old
The not so old
The not so young
Those who work
Those who want to work
Those who can never work
A thrash for each
Whack
Thrash
Tear at the flesh
Thrash
Bore
Lash us together you bore
Bind us with venom and spittle
Tie us with tired tirades
Strip the paint from the façade
New built crumbled ruins
Facsimile plastic tollbooths
To a endless motorway
Of self serving self service
A starving exhausted beast
Ancient brittle ribs
Grasping fingers into the void
Slobbering onto the remains
The dust of the bones of a starling
Clawless, one razor tooth
Hangs stalagmite
In the yawning cave of its gapping maw