Epitaxy (2010)

"All of you know nothing; I alone know something" - Wilhelm II 

let this be an end to it 

flowers unarrayed funerary sprays of moment 
..........................(whiter than Gogs) from the Northwith 
..............a surrounded look (just don't, don't) 
...........................or looks ..............on which 
..................they take wing 
..........at each other his face 

shines flicker with digital craquelure 

"all this is drift only of interest 
to the novelty hunters it obscures the true processes beneath" 

once in Macau in Spring 
a man sat in an alley with shears and 
live tortoises "zunguzung .......................the archbishop warns 
ungu..................................that Sharia law is soon 
zunguzeng". ......................to be implemented wholesale 
- Yellowman.......................across Europe 

they have lock-ins nightly till two
it is here that the real business
of the speed-dating enters its
tertiary phase ........................................[behind shutters outside 
........................................policemen with moustaches truncheons 
........................................lanterns whistles smell trouble 
........................................up iron drainpipes of the now true process] 

you'll have to stop all this masturbating he said why doctor will it 
make me go blind no it's upsetting the people in the waiting room
- B. Manning where flyspray flowers shook safe as houses 
at the passage of steamtrains—there there

..........................There 
is this drift into breakout.there.uncertain (even 
as) informations have not come to.our inattention. 
leave quietly 
............................by the back door.there. 

they have till two by the back door uncertain .........he beat 
...........................in Old Ama Kow 
..................................................at the first with a hammer fracturing 
...........................the rim of its shell began to open it 
with the shears its head concealed alive 
...............................(((legs moving in clear distress there there) 
as he cut in was impossible (not to look) in Old Rainwater-Macau they sang 
O lost songs of turtle goddess love not to watch 
.............................down running culverts 
..........................................
............................................On 
to the harbour dreams (now virtually 
certain) quietly by the back door 

the busy temple terrapins in plastic bowls 
of banknotes assure the safety of seafarers 

..........................(that Stonings 'n' Beheadings 
..........................of adulterers and homosexuals 
..........................routine in London by 2010 a arcbishop infronted 
..........................by accusatives of High Trees and Heresay 
..........................qualify earlier abatements 
..........................—I didn't mean it as it sounded and 

............................no one would really call the Queen a MILF 
......................................he says like aloud) 

new terrible vernaculars array themselves 
....................................on all sides on the beaches 

(want to die peacefully quiet in my sleep 
like my father not terrified screaming 
like his passengers - B. Monkhouse) 

.......................and landing grounds 
bedecked in bright bunting 

there's just no arguing with you now, is there 
let it 
be an end to that

^{(this poem was published in the Burning Gorgeous anthology 2010, and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2010 haha!)}