RD Laing’s nuts
mad professor, hitherto lysergic
needs, grudges, a shot
every sane day
O
keep him from turning
(green, pitch, rises)
into that stone savage
smash and mend wall
it’s only polystyrene
as perception
that can’t cleave Noah’s quark
oft-times would
tune in hued to the air
dance tinged the free verse spike
shame
spreads, mops
with the Mail
steady dose
airports remind him not to use prose / insignia at the check-in zones
...remember memories
the no-tautology
ego renewal...
voluptidue, o ball-deep flood
...civic pride
entails -
- execration...
joins the congregation
praying
(must wait
for hands
to stop shaking)
if one day
his medicine runs empty
he will turn
daub
mud obliquely between
mouth corner and ear
make himself
a mask
- or tear away his visagecase -
liberated, prowl (after Dogstoy, Fido)
the rooftops
freedom’s slave
Jeremy Paxman's nuts
Jeremy Paxman
- not the Newsnight saxman –
turns his ire
on the widening gyre
cannot hear
Lord Falconer
