FUCK YOU

Fuck North my solid Ignorance & Fuck original stark intro left for emotional later that

 thick-tread fingers fear to stroke - even think.

Fuck Nuclear hangovers that kill dogs on concrete Southbank hurry; click-screen hands

 & tight joggers Ipod me.

And Fuck Smoke thats delicious & killing me blackly through Tuesday lips in election

 hinterlands on fat fools blind prie-dieu.

Fuck You arrogant Sun Paper think busy world is looking to You yelling self-importance

 on cheap folded page of Bingo & Tits.

Fuck camera loose women that wear plastic inside; parading Burgess proportion of dumb

 milliard children in Realities sick kitchen marriage.

Fuck Hollywood false dreams sold sold sold, always new, to misled blockbusterers

 disposable meaningless then fun after years; dated stoner parodys in the CAT midnight.

Fuck this Sofa I am stuck to; think paralytic remembrance - Honest Genius always…

And Fuck Past never washed; shines now brilliance of someones elses quicksilver

 memory clean of Laysdown beasts & sick beach flu.

Fuck You Imperial Coke fizzes on nightstand audible brightly out-of-reach by square

 Jap separates & bottle top herd.

Fuck Your Smiles of Cope stretched in the timpani wind, no screams in mental ward,

 sympathy up Belhus between resigned parents & black man key locked doors.

Fuck happy-sad Memories rankling in corridors smells; Fuck You leaving them there to

 lurk me - I was hungover then; ranked (killing dogs).

Fuck You Monsters that peddle Terrific Tat; cannot look away to save ourselves in tele

 glow Everynight…escape in fast blink miniature peace dreams.

Fuck Borgia Streets of rare-chance pavement; kissing step nights of wine detail night air,

 drunk cars softly walk pass.

And Fuck Jobs attended in mild surprise, cruelly patiently, to seethe rejiged in the

 evening song with beer & fist-broken hash.

Fuck Sane Gratitude that smacks me down from hot-mind contact contact contact: Fuck

 the devils thin line red-brown smeared provisional murk.

Fuck Lithium train rode home for Christmas; warm from sweet hand visits at gigs sat leg-

 numb on beer slopped table in row of student strangers, broken rockers.

Fuck torture-dark Days repeating grey estuary curse curse curse; turning over in my head 

 laid over edge of ramshackle bed, ashtray’d chest schismatic. 

Fuck Red Helix moments exposed & disclosed; Fuck sick surging barren relief when I 

 have nothing…Fuck optimists who lead us all to hell like blind cunts.

Fuck the Ganges; All big rivers; Natures tutelary roadmap of brutal Monster beasts &

 secret ugly fish wont stand nor sail nor swim boat nor raft.

Fuck You Manager-Lawyer where idealists once thunk the blood of duelling Ideas;

 killing in cause & purpose mandated old school.

Fuck Fire - dull in my Glass Eye.

Fuck Towns & Cities I walk on soft haired legs hurting my paces hungry; road wind face

 camera records passing bustle & mad horror.

Fuck Bush; Ignorant Faux-Tex playing Daddy Cock-Cock.

Fuck Lost Shit; bridges cold wind under early stars where Someones nose shone red;  

 faux-meek in fur bundles & knitted mitten paws.

Fuck Campfire lit Someone of nightdark beauty; natures Real intention in warm shadow

 forest nights of splashed wax & bourbon-on-Thames.

Fuck Things roach like; summer smells more warm nights pint-sloshed on kebab kerbs

 of familiar journey; booze shaggy legs & harsh comedy shouts echoing.

Fuck You vicarious living on ‘fetamine slabs or the swaying stool; sheilds up holding

 Tennets in drinking fists where dark laughs bark flat.

Fuck You walking nose in-the-air on haunches of solid gold…Fuck You solid routine

 hide in rigid century fear metronomic.

Fuck You thought wonder locations in War night & all foundering aground under the

 same hazy moon of the Hoon.

Fuck You real living Destruction & Destraction; alone on gravel busy buses pass lit &

 dirty packed with evening wretches nameless in public travel.

Fuck You; Harbinger of low panic & Fuck phone texts - rude tech. shouts rumble the

 floorboards of square drink nights.

Fuck You hip ecstasy nerds helpless by the tent ropes, pixel eyed delicate drugged needy

 youth demolished under glo-tube canopy, brain-fagged.

And Fuck My Caboodle; drunken disaster of eyes in black coat…Fuck these cracked

 streets rolling under rubber logo’d souls.

Fuck Malls; Massive brick bastards landed & contrived towers of no Babel, free speech

 denied in Corporate highstreet cache; roof’d pushers now in from the rain.

Fuck You; traffic thick lines of dashboard plastic headaches & Real cigarettes honour

 smoking…

Fuck Fenchurch misery trains; left dry under brightlights twice counting 12 floors in

 tower blocks; lemon Westenders sober in dull Saturday night glow.

And Fuck Strange Bosses; drove to hot daytime tear shouts from exhaustion & bland

 stresses overpower my small mind like steel Rams of Apocalypse.

And Fuck Anywhere Towns that live in memory painted by time & light forever…

Fuck this Town of flat shadow floating in old blue marsh of weak-chested foam yoof 

 driving hot low hatches; dead children on the Swan road.

Fuck You Great People of flashing silver names alive forever, crippled tokens in fall…

And Fuck American pavement; sidewalk of Imperial Liberty grunts ‘dude’ & drives East

 in dangerous God Right gory.

And Fuck Russia; huge impacted Power behind Stalin curtain of imported neon still

 corrupt & killing Red Hammers wait in satellite corruption…

And Fuck Incisor Fluff from New Towels! filling drying mouth! eyelids flutter panic -

 too close! tucked and rolled on soft…wont go! & then my screams…

Fuck Mephistopheles & dark children that climb backs on Edifice Night puking &

 pissing my stumbling way home.

And Fuck smack, crack, misty opium running the veins of our monk statement overfun 

 pushed pushed pushed - 30s Berlin...

And Fuck You alarm clock bus & breakfast, trousers wearing thin & enormous dark

 forces silence me - bunker down in a foul hole grateful for the pre-cast sun.

Fuck You broken ghouls withering on grey beds; plastic government Death paid for;

 one day you did walk the shop streets with us.

And Fuck Art; Tate Fart - selfpat on the back brain in soft misery of death & the obvious

 - I dont care whats in your wank-mind.

Fuck Tools that build Tools that build Machines to free Us - God Cobalt Made - to a new

 cage of forgotten silicon death blades…

And Fuck bed & soft trousers; home of swollen belly & sullen dreams & spillages

 damping these night sheets redder.

Fuck You Spectrum of Light that shows variety of hate clear on shades of face-traffic;

 damaged pitted by New Industry winds & shark stolen cliffs.

And Fuck my smuggle-watch of lies; Time dying…Yowl! & Fuck blue flicker portals of

 the street keyhole Damned.

Fuck You grey fading souls ticking over crossword last breaths; brains heated by sugar

 soft bodies no one will hold again…

Fuck You dirt road I walked in salt air before man-hutch buildings moved into forgotten

 wharf; blocking their own view & putting awards on signs.

Fuck the tip stink I threw possessions in; spreading myself/truth into the glamour of the

 earth; dust to dust landfill to landfill….

And Fuck You noble elephants lazy tigers & monkeys with big eyes beaten & eaten in  

 Africas rich-poor bush stew.

Fuck midnight runners & booze hound smokers shaking glass & cigarettes in the stars

 undertow fearing the morning/nothing & solid downcomes.

Fuck Universe massive empty Mocker of Coincidence; doting our silicone party with

 Carbon Rain & atheist pain.

Fuck the Carbon Based Hive & treacherous balance of scale & running temperature;

 reality for jelly box minds to Fuck in.

And Fuck New York Saigon & Chadwell Plug; concrete plinth of thuggery lurking west

 of the small story where she wont/dont sing no more.

Fuck You Vampires Dragons Fairies who swap teeth for change at the gardens end &

 night-fire caves ancient slumber & rain-dark sky mystery of electric cool.

Fuck human finger dirt smears on shiny brass & Fuck pale scrawn of youth in cheap 

 logo’d suits clean & crappy going for ten Benson & red Breezers.

Fuck You monkey’d beach I cannot enjoy & Fuck untidy partys turn into sneering

 whisky rage of hot encompassing terror-horror.

Fuck bags pockets & Things that need transportin across sane mapp’d carnage; dragg’d

 over on rail & foot; Fuck holding up my head…

Fuck You hungry Dog of Hindsight waiting on the porch eyes like sad bowls,

 sweetheart…

And Fuck spooky sweat that stains nicotine walls red from the opposition pillows of last

 night…

And Fuck confused chromosomes that twist sex beyond clothes & thick paint & sanguine

 clubs.

Fuck You last free Mustangs under the sky on wild Volvo legs unbroken…

And Fuck great Albatross; land-shy sky-myth of ages & ambiguous luck tie yourself 

 around lost/saved soul neck.

Fuck You icy wastes last unowned lands that tail & tip our flat globe; deaths adventure

 where iron snaps like old twigs.

Fuck Sin City Belgium & Hitlers attack dogs barking Europes birth of Stalins handed

 buffer of lost culture wretches…Career of Evil.

Fuck You Warrior Badges deckchair stripes of warfeild worn by shellshocked & boxes

 half-full shoveled in the practical grief of Wars cold dawn.

And Fuck You Skynuts; fall for fun embracing dangers tin wings riding huge silk home.

Fuck You innocent kids on the sun verge marveling at rare Roz helloing pedaling in

 pitch blue & wired into the Grid.

Fuck Gloss Models of Manufacture special only in this spectrum pushing falsehood on

 fragile minds only dreaming.

Fuck You frozen eggs of demon seed playing Tiny Matter Master in morass of Matter

 Scatter & shaved cutlery monkeys self-allergic.

Fuck You Tech. helping the self-diagnosing greedy not the starving dirty needy…

Fuck Oh Gradual Apocalypse coming in slices & Fuck our birth creation soft helpless

 launched on a path darkening.

Fuck You God conversed with silent ideas written on the shaved planet tethered by

 blacktop chimneys belching in Your blue skies.

Fuck Us on Earths tepid crust suicide bombing the corrugated rag streets Democracy

 thrill new on thin oil-crust Land.

Fuck You Death-Calling Worms & Fuck Land Sharks that milk our way to the streetless

 oblivion of later...

Fuck Headlines that Tell Us Tell Us Tell Us yesterdays hysteria in black & white that 

 dont stain our fingers with News Blood anymore.

Fuck this Days forenoon curve boredom of desperate life; trying ‘till anger from

 disappointment is All.

Fuck hoping belching unthinking fat-growing skin-stretching soap-needing tech. fed uber 

 masses tele bypass.

Fuck Alfresco Tossers eating in Londons Gasoline midnight…

And Fuck You Reader gone all DVD in 21^st century landfill…

And Fuck Me Fucking Pote in the late sunshine hungry for cool dark to waste me…