As Brexit is upon us, I think now is a good time for the Brexit poem, extracted from my collection in progress 'Dyer':
Terms & Conditions
Is there no question about my relationship to an
auxetic good
rejected? Lossless compression, intropunitive to distract
from a lifetime’s facial
recognition, as a practical matter
To both appellant cases of a rules-based system,
To
storms in the guise of good,
contrary to the season’s darkness,
our fugal rebirths past the revenge of deathcunts,
the fading light
not far from this maladroit crowd's ignoble
strife rehearses
echo bone crepitus.
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