mystic mike

I will punish myself

with myself

drift on –alone

putty around the edges

stylites from the nineties

council house and dog

man without a job

ascetic with the hand-rolled

I’ll achieve fame

By how many fags lit with a single

Old flame

Food banks will be safe in my custody

A pillar ninety feet from the ground

No lifts

I’ll keep do-gooders away

By watching endless repeats

All our master the politicians say

The Patriarch of Antioch - Martyrious

will perform

Our last funeral rites

Hair shirt

off benefits without a fight

Resurrection at last

Homeless, a man without a past

Myth in bronze recast

Built a wall to protect the shrine

Over which others can climb

Call it my fate

Cast down from the heaven

Of the exchequer book

Toiling like a devil

Simeon, Simeon, Simeon

The serpents took me

Blow the shell of your horn

Save me from endless Tories.