TEFLON 31 SUMMER 2024

 

TEFLON 31 SUMMER 2024 

Great honour to be translated in to Greek for the first time in the 31st edition of TEFLON in last years summer edition. Just got my hands on copies via Svetlana Rakocevic who helped facilitate the copy & bring all the names inside including Danny Hayward, Mira Mattar, the late great Gboyega Odybanjo with his incredible poem after Vallejo, Owen Brakespear, Justin Katko, Bonnie Hancell, Joe Minden, Jamie Lee, Nat Raha, Tim Wolf, LS Lottie & Fran Lock.  

TEFLON survives solely on financial and practical support from its editors, subscribers and collaborative networks, with a circulation of 1000, freely distributed, all over Greece. Formed in 2009 to counter the conservatism of the already existing poetry publications in Greece.

15.08.25

 15.08.25

Tried getting myself killed 

on two continents inside out

open closed memory dug 

out endowment patio this nether ending Hell  

LeWittian scaffold Shrum Mound

to steel gavel the largest in the world, apparently 

roll up on goldenrods outside the Supreme Court

Black-eyed Susans Silver Drive

Kentucky Bluegrasses 

the air is Clorox Pine® 

pristine white perfectly dry 

on the flat terrain of Ohio  

this game contains instances of 

Mandalay Bay Highway 

franchised flag flying 

try putting yourself through 

a piece of postmodern architecture 

deconstructivist design Gap America 

I’ll wake up tomorrow 

in the public imagination 

on the board of The Limited, Inc., 

vast enterprise 

large letters

14.08.25

 14.08.25

Like frozen roses desiccated Eispalast

to the surface I was dreaming two ghosts 

again connected heavy centres 

the world's heart gets chucked out 

another line of shit poetry 

in China’s Harbin 

what will be in the slots of 

love its green-domed 

Saint Sophia Cathedral 

Image of a City we would live there 

hating these roses under Sun Island

aborted false heath fritillaries 

a field that is not only immense 

but also full of cracks 

the Disciplining of the Aristocracy 

& the involuntary groomtaming 

of the cold through art all the same 

conceals the reflection of its nakedness 

an artificial lake outside a self-relating 

negativity in Klondike gold fields

stashed there ankle deep

the terra nullius sastrugi Tatishchev 

there are so many things stranger

liquidised in the eyes of those who had seen

13.08.25 (block)

 

13.08.25

Accepted cope in counter circles bits of frayed lanyard, grey uniform  its end wrapping sickness to your life's insides shut in with ghosts mandrelled  pass codes timehurt strategy, you lose simple colours  & walk across breaches trickling managerial techniques lurching in the mouldering song called back countless voided dead by blood & silence of our lives goes into enjambed frights if you don’t work you get The Chains cut silver in each cup of the British state draining  effort from our psyche, a sense of the sun too also shines close to my face where do you appear when you go?  bundling performance capabilities  trapped respite & procedures  change the words in my head to fit within the gates Optical Barrier Turnstiles a line of pain at the end is Occupational Health database rooms housing wellbeing filed away from you inside business premises  stretching compliance hurt with its own soft density under S.A.D. lamps requested heart circadian rhythms descending in the splitting hour as language melts into work ethic of cab drivers, Polish labourers & British-Asian schoolchildren hardly differentiated field of sound,  infinitely flimsy skein its spectral colour stutters on my stomach  iridium speech your deepest part UK gilt climb out of yourself forever  Boss daddy deathsized while the slope moving further into some kind of incentivised negative territory  grafted defence wall or barricade  against excruciating tinctures  the language of this perverse cosmology,  our beating of ourselves into its counterbeat the illnesses in your biography fucked beyond will.

13.08.25

 13.08.25

Accepted cope in the counter circles 

the bits of frayed lanyard, grey uniform 

its end wrapped sickness  

to your life's insides endless white night

shut in with ghosts in mandrelled lists 

pass codes time hurt strategy, 

to lose simple colours you walk across 

breaches trickling managerial techniques

lurching in mouldering song 

called back the countless voided dead 

by blood & silence 

of our lives goes into enjambed frights 

if you don’t work you get 

The Chains cut silver in each cup

of the British state draining 

effort from our psyche, 

replaced by a sense of entitlement  

disintegrated the sun too 

also shines close to my face

where do you appear 

when you go? trapped respite

bundling performance capabilities 

& procedures change the words

in my head to fit within the gates 

in a line of pain at the end 

is Occupational Health 

the database rooms housing wellbeing 

filed away from you to business premises 

the stretching cuts into word 

the compliance you hurt with 

its own soft density

propped still under  S.A.D. lamps 

the requested heart circadian rhythms 

descending in the splitting hour 

for language melts into 

work ethic of cab drivers, 

Polish labourers & 

British-Asian schoolchildren

hardly differentiated 

the field of sound, 

the infinitely flimsy skein 

its spectral colour 

stutters on my stomach 

iridium speech (see Sanctions) 

your deepest part UK gilt 

climb out of yourself forever 

Boss daddy more-than deathsized 

while the slope moving further 

into some kind of incentivised 

negative territory 

grafted defense or wall 

against excruciating tinctures 

the language of this perverse cosmology, 

our ‘beating’ of ourselves into its counterbeat 

the illnesses in your biography

fucked beyond its will.

11.08.25

11.08.25

Redeem the world

in the museum with a candlestick

Colonel Rublev on the Dancing Hare

a flared bow, lozenge shaped mullions 

& a sculpted mast complex 

of the dead inside echoes 

a mirror egg shaped 

curses you sincerely 

beyond the grave 

the mouths of our enemies 

scrubbed like holy poverty 

Headington Hill Hall 

trail of a burning myth

sketch it on the ground 

garlanded rich union 

of familiar burnt out

public secrets

like english poetry

10.08.25

 10.08.25

Acquired ghosts imagined

fragile tearing

how our skin can be

someone else's constant blame 

the skylight over the ridge 

wheat motifs brain-sicked architraves 

inset wound from door to wall

regional design award 

you put it in your mouth 

stealing it back the birdsong etc

conversations wronging 

beyond the language

& needed to help you

a breaking ultimatum outside your door

the dispensations vesica-shaped 

antiphonal light

knocking against us the Orbital ceiling   

faded grey flung up sick yours

in the arable field’s on Mutton Lane

my heart slope curved body

coranichs blind apart

from small continuous clerestories

pelted us to the Ichthys 

mhaimeo your Sun squared moon

bent into mine

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