A Brief Topography of The Holloway Road

is nothing of the sort

of course

“Why don’t you kill yourself and then write a poem about it”

Response in kind, fluid vault resistant to defiance vectors, askance at the applied fakery of

post-colonial vantage point.

Item 2 “Bedside Manner”, “What’s that?”, “You know, human relations.”

What’s that?

So, dredging up a raft of integral poetry pamphlets once more the hands offer up coffers to those 

ready for to apply themselves with conviction despite air pollution memory loss. Torturous bonds 

caught and invested

for a nightly resistance avoid

the shakes.

Item £: (The poet leaps to his defence)

And gains time advantage over temporal destabilized self.

Self-help from a kayak, by the river.

The individual epic epiphany of misery soaked up, blood test held aloft soon to be launched over

lunch, south bank dreams epic lunacy reanimation of historical re-enactment group Thameside 

fortnightly weather permitting.