SMOG AND SMEG
throats like voting, untrusted by the crows
who spiral to London. London. London.
her smog engulfs pleasure as neon’s light
appauls the shepards and their flock.
with backs turned, they lick glass spiders - stone spawn -
trusting hungry swine to tend to da kine
shapely hips and knives, parasites and brine.
negro imitation with live alarms
to enrich rois faux below deception.
seas of blonde, remote with floating despoil
in its nest of paradise and air.
crows blessings with bandit tendencies in
the circus of dependent metal fleets
who butcher untouched innocence with love.
Lewis Dalton
