It spurts through a journalese of human shields,
trotting to the pale pace of intention. Peace beckons it
with brave military logic making it humanitarian. It
becomes the gurn of the opposition also taking to the
streets after a president looks to be tramping down where
broken glass can still be discerned. It rounds people up
despite the declared amnesty alleging brutality
with a megaphonic smile behind which a
a young journalist phrases a cower, lexi-dextrous.
She is under conditions so a lawyer proxies diligently
filling detail with such things as ‘flash-mob’ and ‘ring-
leader’ represented against alleged torture mimeod and
caveat in mind-swap palimpsest denial also
pricked and alert in spinnied concessions.
Such Easter doxology excludes unless
demands are met over alleged minority and wealth gaps.
Throw me economic impoverishment and I’ll show you a
slice of my report-back. Fuck the watershed and ownership
and mark-up the training manual where points create profit.
This is the biggest alleged bank I could find, a prison
for banjaxed words. Forensic science can’t help
but down-play the alleged enabler via institutional malaprop.
Hands up to positive discrimination, sold off in a compositional
regime change over which criticism jigs its prescribed dance.
Where who you know becomes a technical know-who.
Beneficent artworks, really facing buying chunks
serving the family-owned, family-run platters as convincing
aperitif despite the alleged black pudding Sunday mourning wretch.
Thrive in the new wake-up jingle and make possible
by positive thought, cronyism and surety of countenance.
Education skips the heart homewards in pathologies
shared indexically with a good night’s sleep for all.
Sooth-settle under dark-art banners of controversy
which constitute the survival and sense-made of the here and now.
Power alleges in the bomb-bright dawn and startles in a child’s face.