Two poems on the same theme here, both inspired by the unremitting marketing presented by Cabot Circus’ numerous chain stores.

The first is my personal favourite, although I m fairly confident I’ll be alone in that thought. It’s a bit strange and oblique and features clown committing a sex act in the proximity of a salad (those of you with a sensitive disposition have been warned). I really like its dark, acerbic imagery and the fact that its laden with words that are really satisfying to wrap your gob around means its going to be loads of fun to spit at an audience. Ten points to anyone who gets The Goonies reference.