I saw a fox
Do some foreign trot
Hop tee hop into a Waltz
With some bin
Oh how they spin
Ring 'o' Roses round eyes and noises
Stroke his fur baby
Grab hold of those paws
That great orb spins down
I frown, that don't look right
Fright! I spit and taste the floor
Fallen over into the gutter
With no prospect to recover

Par Lui, avec Lui et en Lui,
A toi dieu le Père tout-passant,
Dans l'unité du Saint-Esprit
Bellowing into the wood rafters
The deft centuries survived eclipsed engulfed
Sing through the lasting bloodshed street-air
Par Lui, avec Lui et en Lui,
Tears torrent tear tides cries swathe through city
Window dusk molten flaked
Deep burning smoke covers white stone
Bridges boom liturgies
Par Lui, avec Lui et en Lui,
Où es-tu? Is wept into darkening sky
Où es-tu allée?
His kingdom crumbles away into clouds lost sacrement falling
Strength finally weakened, collapses.
Notre-Dam is burning, tell the children
The bells can not ring tonight.
Par Lui, avec Lui et en Lui,
A toi dieu le Père tout-passant,
Dans l'unité du Saint-Esprit.

Latest fad still running
the circuit,
Flashing constant, tried by
      feeding fresh focus
Campaigns on dog walk trials
      And bourgeois coffee *** plots
   hear the snap playing through
       The high-rise
Smokepipes bleed deathly ill into disease
      streets, childheight shortsight
blindside approach to fireburn beast stack
       clean cleared broken
       plumbing catastrophe, own
       beliefs meshed with glass
and law heaps searching
in skip doors for all keyboards
      without the letters S A F E
       private life amongst pirate
       foxes hunt or ignore, the make-up
  Moonlight Pigeons, gauling talking
       heads propping up state, not
       noticing me, you, we, on the seti crying
Quietly
     into purple slumber.

"Look at that ****** ****"
On the night bus a lady
Raises her eyebrows

Flower bud lays in exhaust
Spluttering petals onto road
Burning in - and through - and out - concrete

Daisy chains hang him from lamppost
Worshippers come out,
Wailing in droves - and masses - and community excursion

Praying instead of liberating
Letting stems grasp at dryracked throat
At final fall checking - and confirming - and cheering

"Wee wee the kid is dead"
"Woo woo smashed his head"
"** ** let's go see his mother cry"

And she cries - and cried - and cried.

My head feels like it's wrapped in cling film I'm ******* noise Bob like a boat on the sea of atmosphere
There's a man vomiting in the cubixal nextdoor
Things can only be described as hot and sweaty and blurry
I'm in a different toliet, someone has work at 11 tomorrow poor guy, this one is nice and bright and there's a coat hanger, I'm going to re-enter the cesspool of ducked ppl
Turns  there is a hangover in here but it's taking me too long to write that so I'm gonna go peeps are waiting
Number 3 and I'm dancing round to he stall
Had a bit of drink and almost threw up
Recovery in my box of safety and alas! I depart

Look a magpie!
See it fly!
But wait!
    What's that thing in the sky?
    The clouds are heaving moody
    And the stars are begging
        To die.
It hurts to breathe, can’t see can’t write can’t read
    Just let be,
        And we’ll be together again
        In Eternity.