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Tuesday, 28 June 2022

Groundscraper HQ (draft)






 Groundscraper HQ



I am 

K R I E G 

lockstepped 

on rainwater irrigation system 

disordered a habitat for bats and birds

and now fallen through 

the future hybridisation of work 

is, 0's – ticked through air morgues 

 mutter in synthetic turf 

of Teletubbyland, 

creaking starred out 

tiara on 

      the head of this fabulous city,

is a wellness centre  

murmuring straits over cut

grow concrete

and the topping out ceremony 

finishes silicon roundabouts  

masticed retreat in verdant solution 

a crying dreadnought 

 something like xenophobia

 gently slowing the body 

into a rut 

as a slurry of mud water comes over 

the civic-minded metropolitan landscrap

curls then pulls away 

passes through my heart!

and disappears from the skies 

root to HQ Mountain View

 for a future data centre, even closer

to sunlight that was never built 

the poles, dug from hills

there is no fog 

in Therapeutic eurythmy

 inwardly

if I was you, I would not smile 

at present situations 

 for

K R I E G terms and conditions 

is a red triangle which are ills upon you

and to feeling unsafe 

ARGENT held tight despite

old inward chuckling 

at present situations 

even HMPS

soap carved out a shiv 

is Baron Blunkett, PC among other faces

and bright over glass breaks light 

and the corners become shallow 

and the face is a future data centre 

as its needle wire clanks 

of jewels, pearlescent 

of heavenly bodies, and the moon

of metal, silvered  I am 

K R I E G reversed with life

in flora I frequent my line of interest

there are countless tales of people 

merely wishing to take photographs 

being hassled by uniformed goons 

in ostensible public space, hangon 

drop to floor the terms and conditions are

again headbangers solidifying into architecture 

under rainbowed statistics 

that devour smoke-plumed servers;

fads hung on cloves by crook

 bridled tubing; my heart 

and the sleek fling of planks deserts

the sickly, privatisation nap-pods  

frozen inside the past, 

but now we

the young and strong optimisers

pitilessly remark 

your broken bodies! 

into heads:  the jubilee of seeing them 

crouched doglike in the atrium 

Light up your headboards!

Erect on the sun the vein of worry, pasturise

once again we hurt the timeserver 

a millennial glove bleaches white 

as strong and sane, 

acceleration no handbrakes 

 and there, once there 

in the sickroom lamplight 

through glen perishing eyelashes 

 

K R I E G liquid soap 

services of exposed breathe

key change to hide

amongst viaducts 

as the only sense of freedom 

in pause areas 

the trim trail gets actionable 

and forfeits glass fabrics alfresco 

in defiance to the stars 



Monday, 27 June 2022

Potters Bar (draft) (1/3)

 




Signal passed at danger

Hatfield to Kings Cross

and gael time locks

a Theologian, 

at 45 degree resurrection

from the bridge 

over Darkes Lane

the masonry falls again

where the cypress ferns 

empties glint,

over mock tudor cul-de-sacs 

it's for the children's sake

like mud mounds or butter fields

under pylons, there 

are Blakean children under the

London Orbital

its ceiling concrete

to runic prophecies 

and walking is virtue 

would go to the garden

city for ginger 

and irish soda bread 

like ancient drovers’ tracks, 

the sprawl of london

where the unicorn wears a crown 

of moss and gets buried 

along the whole 127 Mile  

city turned inside-out

and salvage at least one cobbled hill

still twisting about a living good

humming on You. and come clean 

in thrashes the whole 127 Mile

watch rats on mutton lane, 

beneath your shoes pillboxes 

grey cement gnomes 

in the morning outside 

The Umbanda Temple 

behind a St. George flag configured into

popcorn, cigarettes and hard cider

the spirit of The Green Man 

is by VPS security 


Wednesday, 22 June 2022

FINÉ WINÉS SÉT NÉW CROSS SÉ14 5BD COLÉ DENYÉR JAMÉS SIBLÉY KÉLLY BALLÉTT 11TH-16TH JULY 2022

 


FINÉ WINÉS
SÉT NÉW CROSS
SÉ14 5BD
Mon 11th PV: 18h - 21h
Tue12th - Thurs 14th: 12h - 18h
Fri 15th open by appointment
Sat 16th: 12h - 21h


I am K R I E G (draft)


I am 

K R I E G where a sinkhole 

increases and gone dismantled 

blood goes in, ATM’s come out 

the history of mercury vapour

lighting greenish white 

over the Centre Management Office 

with all the broad acres flung yearly

by the Crown Estate 

run through the whole

and govern the rest 

now by forefinger unsubdued, 

throngs undismay'd

debt like ardour press 

afraid of or with bike chains, 

hammers, wires, shoes, 

belt buckles, coat hangers, 

wooden spoons, 

and bare hands

under hannibal house 

under tempest 

under napping fabrics

by firefly and waterspout 

gets destroyed secured in

,I am 

K R I E G 

stitched up 

and fastened on a stool,

draw out the end of fibres 

arc fucklight 

now wrapper-eaten; I am 

K R I E G featureless 

trees they are broken,

establish Nue Ground 

it is at the heart of what we do

eat sachet dust;

and strategic planning means 

to down One the Elephant 

break its glass 

stomp 10 times with a brick,

make into manja line, 

coated with powdered glass, 

and attempt to cut down

opposing broken pledge 

cut down bloodshift and  

 unamed, hunting 

face-to-face on retail chains 

and privatised plazas

on careful private apologies

would you reroute 

the bounds of favour 

into bags of 

discontent and fare arrows

 with solid lines representing 

statistically significant paths, 

and broken lines 

to show the nonsignificant paths

and numbers beside 

arrows show the direct

standardised path coefficients

indirect effects 

through the variables 

are explained in the Results section

live in  ‘innovative affordable housing company‘ 

ha ha. take benzo halogen 

 use path model, with scores 

of job stressors, psychological 

and physical

I'm on automation   to be wrong  stupid agencies 

and farewell these springs the Queen's-wells

 for the benefit of drinking waters

  the chalybeate  

 to unscaled alcoves 

 argued that "starved" would be a better term

go down to scullery and sit in 

form a queue  around tattered reed, go to 

welfare room crimp menial tuffs 

your mouth splinters clawed at trembling hand,

I am 

K R I E G &

K R I E G alone burning letters 

on militant ecologies 

with kindred 

to rest bloodhound 

want red on banners backwards

dread, planning of your working body

behind hidden gates bent 

in disguise & nb no hope

in sickness presence 

ctrl alt del and  

‘Live and let live.’ they say 

I say our stoolpigeons entice

cullings among enemies 

caustic thoughts as well

in the datum of probe census 

I am 

K R I E G hash for life 

under brambles and itch 

for today, life hashes

a Brief Job Stress Questionnaire 

marks you shall eat the blood of 

flow, drain, dis

charge have ramified and grown  lanyard

sore spots, and developed antipathies

e, working, constitutive 

Offices Proposed 

Awaiting demolition Closed 

Awaiting conversion Business premises 

Demolished Commercial premises Gone 

inverted into love

at the end of a night   

 to touch the intimate nerve 

I am 

K R I E G



Sunday, 19 June 2022

Hanging Court Finally (draft)

Hanging Court Finally 



I am 

K R I E G in disguise at night

willingly beat into myself 

  and the head breaks down 

as aided,abetted

or succored 

dam rig rage grain 

 and holes 

made to see out of 

and be forced to kiss 

an english brick of excrement 

and old garments of their order 

shame and trouble our

left disinf

o Hahahahahahahate  

so offending life 

as to be in the year of our Lord

seven hundred and twenty two notifications 

all at once the same

many wicked and evil disposed 

of persons onboarding sessions

turn to resist and not inflict 

you are drowning - or rather, being drowned add 

one to another already debriefed

in gasping and sobbing breathe 

Hampshire but why 

like discord they mire and mend

there selves my father never refuses 

he was the fastest bin man in the South of England

yes not just South London, not just even Kent 

the whole of southern England & destroyed my fathers 

defense to oral instruction to put to the test 

my imposition for not letting 

me get well

on the indefinite premises pray 

rectify this 

maim hovel 

in Estuary english name 

any hovel in estuary english

to his keepers defense and mortal coil would you

remembering suffer destory by pack 

your needle walls and hold on to

I am 

K R I E G luxury of patience 

in a melting pot 

again woefully hindered 

I am 

K R I E G drift down the stream 

the accession should be destroyed

given way to rabbits 

on the ground on surfaces or carried in air like a place 

or burial of old good things 

and then suddenly this 

and go to beachy head sometimes 

think about and 

fits several indented 

voices this absurd thinking 

trap off clothes hook 

with ripcord or in 

shallow sink with maximum water 

or my closed fist arm ripped open

and universe mouth wide. 


I should go away again 

and into mound or field 

I’m basically nothing like this 

right on the floor and with five 

voices croak or impend in throat 

like as if I am 

K R I E G there’s an old saying in Tennessee —

I know it's in Texas, 

probably in Tennessee — 

that says, fool me once, shame on 

— shame on you. 

Fool me — 

you can't get fooled again

 I don’t want to be here anymore

On Father’s Day I would like to go away 

& K R I E G a lonely, hooting word the wattle

and thwart on englands unfixing 

recompense I want to make you 

happy just a little 

before going away 

and yet, the fresh, hard ebb persists