Debris, a sudden jolt, shocked awake by

Bicycle wheel suddenly hitting a fallen stick

One of many that litter the streets

From yesterday’s storm

POWER

The kind that protects itself, that you know is there but you won’t see it

Until it kicks in your front door

A DISTRACTION

It’s unique in that it can form a hard metallic shell around itself at any time

It has the resources

And you my friend are outside the perimeter fence

ELECTRIC SHOCK

Chinese investors

Docklands opportunity

YOUR FREEDOM IS AN ILLUSION

Like a Bob Marley t shirt or an ice cream

It’s obvious

HOWLER

Forced up the Seven Sisters road (stay with me it gets bleaker)

Sleeping bags flapping in the wind by Finsbury Park gates

I’m just going to come out and say it (raises one eyebrow)

‘You mention deep state’ (and thinking of Deep Time, as if that could be another cabal)

Trees uprooted in Canonbury

The fumes of another week stop for breath, a drink

Tensions, paranoia, visions dreams. Placating, smoothing over

The poet diarist, syntactic enterprises, local archivist in peril over lost longings, words uncovered with a small scraper, those phonologies

How so and to whoever unfurled, matted grey hair picking his way up Old Compton

That was a child,

Two sleepers by the warm air duct waking up with a what the fuck just happened look

Haul another day