The comfort level of a shaky spirit level
the final showdown of the lowly lowdown
of a duped doped electorate
the dividend a finger buffet
gloved against a zoonotic virus
that has decided on
a sightseeing tour of its world
as emboldened rivers
lap up to car parks
so close to where we’ve halted
valleys splurged into lakes
and Victoria cakes
a wind blows out a match down a chimney
delivery drivers with no destination
that is familiar in the new ecosystem
so Brexit got done
and the empire makes a comeback
the rehabilitation of Enoch Powell
Lord Lucan and Benny Hill
a fillip for an absent Prime Minister
and his invisible Cabinet
I’ve no interest in our Royal family
instead I follow a fulmar watcher
a bullshit stopper saint
a coastal dervish wearing
a stood down hat and a stab vest
boogying with wet ankles
on thin offerings of dessicated sand
on the deck of the new Marie Celeste
My Home is My Head My Head is My Home 