Seek ye first...and all other things shall be added unto you
December 18, 2020
The Christ’s Salvation’s here!
But on a shoal so far from call the honours rolls of men
There mere majesticfeelgood, harboured, laboured, self-regard
Chairsstirrup-pumpprofessors in high-table exhalations,
Encodings of impaired career constructs superfluously
Amixed matrix assembly of unsorted twits
A propriety of landfill anaerobic Pickwick peers
Verbalise, stare-out, parrot-prate, contentions
Sideswiping near alumni
Throwing up spinning-plates, contestant, argumental
Trending on closet, in-the-loop, astute significations,
Swats that go popping potshots threadbare in their stand-up brawls
Cliques who would break-out clout, invective, so to have estate
FacetiousLebensraum aufturf
Where weathervanes sway circuit reputations. Sage they gather
Pacing long corridors where’s no free egress,
Mirage of architectural spectral doors,
And choking, guttering motors seize to lock-up escalators
In an undemolished building; rubble stood in-waiting
Dust smothers aspirations, swarms, intimidates the breath
Decisions are passed by; classed as interim evaluation
Swathe dissertations inundate, exasperate, obtuse
The caste here in hundred-thousands, vitriolic, quarrelling
Cluster them under command-economy proclamations
Cultural ambience carries off mum directive governance
Insinuations’ rigours are written-through each wheedling text
Violently moral voices, plenary magisters of vigil;
Cordon-off, handcuff; then, seemly, robust, make execution
Gentlemanly guillotinings come off softly-softly slick,
Cuttings that purge the unaccommodative.
In chorus at combat, chanting, catechising, all the day,
To compass, exegete, a freak post-modernist broke Britain
Vying at crying up common stock of tortured sentences
Lauding by discords; cocksure ornamental crack commanders
Of the unopinioned thought-bemused, no-good unvaccinated,
But though to whom might else such lost ones cling? - the holy Jesus knows -
And yet they stack their capitals, the lot; one spin, three lemons
Awaiting a salvation come, chase loudly vaunting sorts