Wednesday, 29 June 2011

this guy

now some transformer
he comes with a slap
   no cape
      no rope
          no rape
no rap

you are the transformer
sans tax
the brittle forms of business
strike snow from your brow
as the parade of universes
    divines your season
      & this guy
   is asking you to play
but you don't want to play

           london is being pulled apart
and these fingers are numb
       the music won't hear me
   and that thing before

is vapour
  transformational
calling all formers

calling all nations