The Day Today

Recently thought on friends who have of late left light behind,
Resigned the day, and gone into The Delphic Mystery
T’has plunged a needle puncture in my crimpled heart
Where bites it there, as it were a singularity
A moot eventuality
Jacking up pain struck of an absent magnitude
 
But borne in still is weight more heavy than the midnight mass
All angles lance, stick madly at me, like a pointillist
Possessed,
By paper pinprick jerks poked round right nervously
On whom no light attends, and the evergreen’s all gone
Passed on, at snooze withal, in vaults where time calls out – Amen
 
So be it.
 
Let us talk of today’s times, discuss that person-changing love
Which does, they say, complete a life; but not here in the streets
Infills instead
An intellectual order high on shooting party song;
“Oh, seize the dough!”
 
Demented faces outwards turn sententious charades
Assure incompetence forecloses on depleted larder doors
In this benighted nation
Add safteyclip supports to shore an avalanche of sighs,
Their remit fair kind words, the legal tender of concern
 
The seat of love no station gets within the public space
Discourtesies embezzle, riding principles of ease
Then regulation overalls conveniently scapegrace
Their casts of thousands gloriously in novel CGI
 
In-bed air-heads the newsy crew hatch segue interludes
Issues which ooze redundancies of same resemblant suit.
They address their cues approximating smiles,
Themselves The British Corporation friendly beasts
Their ecclesiastic circulations
Serve circuitous asservations
On situations’ incidentals – fairy tales
Containing evidential safe redactions
 
They’re the contentment-factors, soma-doctors exponential
By appointment to the grave consensual Big Ben friends
Life’s longtime indigent of dropped apostrophes
Like those seen missing off their published splurge
 
Love and the truth – so way down south in this our own country
Here rears up valorous one vainglorious common free-for-all
See headstrong casual-gear guys play out fashion street revues
Groin-hair done into glitter
 
Commercial random rave convivial rules
 
This is the pastime place, here emptiness bankrupts,
Declares itself, skims everywhere from tenancies to clothes
Invincible the probity of our relentless gather
Of ruffs, tattoos, superfluous stuffs, in great endemic store:
 
A grievous monomaniac singularity
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