Breakfast Re-engineered: ‘F4N’?


The air is fugged but fizzing
Currents of ideas and names
Dart from the media; radio
Internet, TV, and make soup of
It all until nothing matters:

Hungarian leaders; Retirement
Should be a slow process
Not a short, sharp, shock.
Radon to the mind; disintegrating,
Thickening; corn floured toxicity -

Where domesticity ends and
public relations begin, sits The Form;
On the kitchen table,
Clean next to a stream of creolised milk
again; like the news

And it's likely outcomes which will
Or wont.. We are nearly passed caring.
Except for some benign lump
In the belly which should end
In a song. But, instead keeps fizzing

Like Alka Seltzer for the soul
(History is just one fucking thing after another)

In this word biology, the poet
Physician would turn magician
And split the atoms of someone's gut.
Maybe that would end his case?
Too long open, explodingly, shut?

On the other hand, the one that isn't free
Is God's made work.
Our hero claps like a seal awaiting fish.
In captivity we keep breeding,
While some human makes clothes for us

On the cheap.

Now, the imprinted palms are idle
Waiting. Arbeit Macht Frei;
The Devils wide smile
And the turned down grimace of a God;
Make a Fish 4 Needing dough... what a good idea -



The Bible.