Hooligan Illumination

We could wobble in the golden haze
We could contemplate this riot of sensation
Feel the thunder as the boilers shake
Could be a moment of that Hooligan Illumination.
Hooligan Illumination
Human foibles — all the necro-chic —
Let’s continue with these observations
Over cocktails with the hotel freak
We want that Hooligan Illumination.
You know it — the whole town knows it:
You left your baby weeping at the station
The old ladies shake their heads
They’ve had a lifetime
Of that Hooligan Illumination
The pretty little girls sing a pretty song of tender penetration
But when the bone marauder rears it’s head
There’s no avoiding
All that Hooligan Illumination
The commandos at the palace gates
Receive the tributes from a grateful nation
But when you hear them talking with their mates
They’re full of stories
Of that Hooligan Illumination
Throwing rubble from the burning bridge
— Enjoy the luxury of indignation:
But history’s on the other side:
There is a moment
Of that Hooligan Illumination
The buried harvest and the boiling wound —
The College of Knowledge’s matriculation
Nothing doing; while the reptile moon
Casts it’s shadow
Of that Hooligan Illumination
A long time coming; a long time gone
Just time enough for these investigations:
What is true will come to you
— You might not like it
It’s that Hooligan Illumination.
Hooligan Illumination.