I saw the worst minds of my generation regurgitated by sanity, insatiable, rational, well-dressed,

pushing others around colourless lawns at sunset ignoring easy breaks,

diabolical arsehole squares cold to the future zombie rip from the dark tomb into the evolving day,

who wealth and maintenance and clear-eyed and low stood down drinking in the natural light of thermal watered resorts pedestrians crossing cities witless to jazz,

– from Bowel, Bill Pascoe