Tourists of Babel atop Primrose
Hill selfie themselves, ahem-
selves begging pardon via a system
of smiling encryption. Backdropped by the awful
vases, gimcrack gazillionaire ivy-
skiving skyescapers, towers
-bel, other architectural handcreamery
floating over the facade forest. But this is not the
brow of fashion for zeitgeist refugee l/ me, cord
blood golem bard from Norwich. Omitted,
unmentioned Ovid born in Tomis.
Anointed by absent (le neant) lightening,
netted by hauntological fronds, despite
hiding out for a daytrip amid the gross neon light
source of this nation. Little do the Yentobs
jogging off wine pods
I'm Bat-Banksy! Little do the Chinese students imagine
the Gaetan Dugas of X-Man AIDS slinks nondescript
amongst them, l/ a pest
in the street full of men.
Parallelweltseele on Shank's pony
does little really ; introverted manque Boney
an accretion of sensation by reading.
Here is your mission should you come to accept
it: your own Joycean
torrent of neuroticism will dieball you, l/ an
in the corner of the lips of an otherwise fit
So I hone the stream of lowselfesteem, project it & dieball
Primrose poseurs l/ a lichwake
lynx. O Keats-spore carrier of Kett's hate,
helterskeltering l/ spirocletes. Yet they know so little,
little do they know I'm conspicuous
as Armageddon's last cop, w/ his phosphorous
badge, Mad Max panda, phasers on racist.
O conspicuous as a hyalescent skeleton
or a blanched shadow,
a blushing sadist or a moonlit sumo.
But I could administer closet osteopathy
to my own assassin I am so sneaky.
I don't produce an *** from a ukelele case
here upon this populous Primrose pisgah,
where the quidsinferno of Yentobopolis
lights (the gross neon light source
of this nation) will later
glarebrush globalist lego Babylon-don (still quaint
to Shenzhen speedhead scholars). I exfiltrate:
spy sped from the common of Mammon.
So mistigris melts back into the deck,
but not before I spray black alp bullets all
over this Faber-rattling montmarte of general
Camden fandom, vashion fictims & the Shenzhentobs
on their own undercover ops.
Tho' fear not: provincial shard on my shoulder
a neckmounted knifethrower
of contemptus (mah niche!) mundi, courageous glowers.
Well I shake my histological, microsociological fist,
my Norfolkian neepy neaf, at the nonesoblind as those
admiring the pythogenic yuppie skyline thru Primrose-