Tuesday, 24 November 2020

our socialist interlude never came

Mr. Terrier Mask defect 

Sir F.K.A Hungry Q.C. split on fence 

sideways the blue line through all blackguard

where blood dries a vain portrait of

prefects forthcoming, summer with all

my toxic blowpipes run 

the tub of kazoos ad lib this bourzh

waa zee bathwater daydreams 

those water stains that don't bother me

but they are assertoric homeowners to be

what more could you want 

a KGB bust of Lenin, pottery dogs 

and amateur collections of bric-a-brac

decadent wit of ironic ambivalence 

is taking rooms again

so I live in peacock and mutton claw

my maze tough and belly aches 

trampled bits of chokepoints this 

hippie utopia in the 21st century 

copper-domed pavilions 

mirror pools and an aviary 

of inheritance blood 

has sub-contracted mystics 

to remaster versions

in rooms of Sussex villas 

and you rake me w/ violent inbreeding 

as if fount of elderflower cordial was keening

my way no to your erotics of crisp

packets in Meadow Building no

to blow nose on Venezuela trade

supplements or eating sailormoon socialism 

straight from the terrarium with all 

the vocal fry of a world building lament

amen to recovering orthos everywhere!

sorry I am a straightjacket 

in rasterised jackboots 

to this intermitten round table of bronze goers 

recruiting miles nostril piled

for the agency death cult 

does not supervise but mandates pure hate 

of the continuity of life to think, 

a soul in a strange factory of incentive

to a love assignment terminated forever 

urchin rinds almost every tendered notice

in crayon vision clouds bilge over 

a musty capital panorama sick-fed

on pillockery of old Head Boy jizzum 

blasting cliff faces they have dug hills in 

to kiss the Heron Tower at dawn  

under 1,000 recession fed tropical fish 

whilst proselytising bucketlists 

of blasted and blessed

Sunday, 22 November 2020

For Max (G.I.T) DRAFT

Stop this mind from working 

out in butter coin, exercise 

direction cargo all suspended

since youth been in a backward curve 

learned to pass the examination  

to throw the mainlanders into the sea!

northern air debt travels in oral testimony 

so that the sentiment of worked cliffs

pay in weathered stump of feeling, 

make the capital red with accents

dead of national myth tugging 

from a black shawl to a grazed nose 

while a crabbed head beats a wall 

to bland its censor something like

disgust or contempt, of brushing 

underneath the chin with an outward

sweep of the finger-tips and

asking, 'What is the logical form 

of that?' via the diplomatic bag 

out the window breaking 

all criminal law 

you cannot decline a sublime

dialogue between the mouse 

and the mountain had upside down

hanging in the petrol smells 

a rose aimed at the mangy heart

goes to Moscow samizdat in stripes

of leather bound and so this mountain 

agrees to give up all its stones, 

just like that! what a load 

of old cobblers the mouse says 

hunchbacked sickly and toothless

possibility is not reality, I take 

these stones and make a manual 

for all the mouses too! every man

is an animal every animal 

is a creature too!

Wednesday, 18 November 2020

Saturday, 14 November 2020




Tuesday, 10 November 2020

Pigs at My Door (DRAFT)


Punish all nitrogen washouts

cut and screw valour no mincing

the cretin, I cannot hold down

this stomach so leave it 

chored inn slurry love

barbells to biting cheeks is

what I do? Bunsen blott 

what elder scalding piss hands 

in a swan dance forget  

sane drive forever in adamite 

licked wound burrow S.0.S daily

never answer cold calls 

on this pelting block mock 

fisted in blue abstruse 

take from me comfort of sidings 

and bramble and I will version 

a hate of double, 

arm the child again 

warden the dog men in tower breaks

returning grim in every riddled walkway 

in every forgotten artificial hillock 

sprouting coals to eat my yard

squared root neck in the dust 

of these pills lay upon 

fled heat of coca-cola 

chicken and go where? 

Voluntary Cosy Provision in Relation to the Powers That Be (DRAFT)

How now in thinning 

almond air you apply

pace and act in accordance 

to veto this dropsy sad out 

or condemn to remember 

everything in a seizure fit 

a fever in full leak

keep pittance for jury bow

so costed is the lumbar model 

its hairy ambit of harms border 

has darted me again in thanks, 

threadlike bare rattles 

and all I ever do is move a little

in this no fixed address 

to clerical dodder on council 

paving stones plucking loads 

of vaunted hailstones

out the sky and ache 

all pleasantries to shrill 

sable bottle light

chewed and spat mild amends

again calming down the body 

thumping time wild and gladly 

off peril throwing nozzle high 

in the magistrates mandibles 

truss this funny bondage tongue

a lost version of every today  

pleats a rose of cold seedbed

meaning premises