THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Your electric hair’s beautiful gold as Blake’s Glad Day boy,

you raise your arms for industrial crucifixion

You get 45 Pounds a week on the Production line

and 15 goes to taxes, Mrs. Thatcher’s nuclear womb swells

The Iron Lady devours your powers & hours your pounds and pride &

scatters radioactive urine on your mushroom dotted sheep fields.

“Against the Bourgeois!” you raise your lip & dandy costume

Against the money establishment you pogo to garage bands

After humorous slavery in th’ electronic factory

put silver pins in your nose, gold rings in your ears

Allen Ginsberg, “To The Punks of Dawlish”, in Ginsberg/Collected