Poetry. These are poems of a fierce and radical anger; the political landscape is the invasion of Iraq, viewed from London localities with long histories of unrest - "the anarchists in Soho, weary and tired ... teach me new swearwords." Lines jag and split, delete and repeat as Bonney rages at the loss of "personal dignity" in the face of the new imperialism. As Martin Corless-Smith remarks, "Bonney records a mercurial London self in cityscape portraits--and the language sizzles with such a palpable fury -- I can't tell if he's a vandal or a witness." Stapled chapbook.