I: strathclyde pension fund

close to 500 quid wages in a padded envelope
not tinkered by bankers who will cave-in yemin. 

          i practice my continental affect in
          the high-yield region.  

                               the microwave
        sky.       

the rich r not human
or they r the only humans idk. 

the kelvin is clean 
because i am smart and stuff  

my body feels nature 
not bureaucracy-hale.

II: gated commune 

the scarcity 
mountain the

hung garden of 
derivatives 

all guns pointed 
@ deckchair 

i have peace 
in my old age

u have life-
expectancy 
statistics. 

who do u sell 
2 when u r 

the devil 
already.  

III: no one lives vicariously

withered
by bourgeois 
sun tunnel

crisis at the heart of 
id. w/ career trajectory 

swaths who can
blow 40 – 50 
on drink in one sitting

+ failure to accumulate 
   in linear manner. 

i ride my bike 

& withdraw from luxury of peaceful 
feeling  

i ride it around govan’s
thales optronics. the 

uneven distribution of
stillness /
occupation. 

IV: & now i move thru the boss’ time.

imperial 
flyover 
trails powdered 
loop-de’s.

the 
grayscale 
dispenses my wages.