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Thursday, 17 September 2020

PEOPLE WHO COME TO ME (DRAFT)




All these chat logs and i've got my final answer
have you got your final answer
is THAT your final answer sorry 
every second of it has been printed 
and handed to your lifeline,
would you like to call your life line? 
the police, you trussed in the form of your 
sent pictures time stamped and no where
to croak up you're a goner, ask the audience!
invert sick on willbreak you could not just die
here now its hurt chasm 
of about where politics stop
I begin, me a concerted hard working 
parent of four, the child remains the perpetual
and undying horizon of every hope ever
after all, to refuse the good is to refuse
our lord savior to refuse his blood 
and body cockle cease
blaster, would you? fuck it 
and strangle the desire some more
would you? now being dead yet alive
in this world 'Tomorrow!! Tomorrow!!
I love ya! Tomorrow! 
You're always! A day! AWAY!--
mirthful coos of our children
teach us German Shepherds hearts
grow until they get too big for their
bodies and then they die, LISTEN!
spectral huff meat its 50/50 now
hear the impatient boots waking
to hurtle out mementos of your head
mori mori in hot metal awl
LISTEN joints pop in hoots
we’re here face to face
YOU sex offender twice over, three in mind
four if you wish to be technical 
do you want to be technical?
I'll clean MY jack boots offing leggings
with no knickers yeah! 
two breaches yeah one kindred muscle
 and we'll cut that right off!
rolling around on the floor on fire think 
with the hole, you sick cretin 
run it backwards its the Guardians of the North 
and I am an age appropriate adult 


Wednesday, 9 September 2020

I AM A FREE I AM NOT MAN A NUMBER




An emotion of shoes fitted 
to thank the Government!
GOD selling on the plea shortage yes
hung from a peg yes standing 
in half a dozen half-acres 
of pseudo-park regurgitated, 
yes I speak of Taplow, 
Burnham and Bray
the world is one magnificent shop 
on green and pleasant land you
can sell whatever you want!

To share the name of our village
when it spreads and you feel grateful
remember it uses numbers,
measurements and indicators
in early warning systems that’s
physics up the crane on Wimpey
building sites to harmonise 
with the semi-detached villas
as our mission statement 
and preserving this exclusive ambiance
at least one servant must be forced 
into the smallest practical size 
and should be kept to the rear of 
the property, below the ridge line
and out of sight of any unsympathetic
shopfront elements putting me in ecstasy 
to waste, death, violence 
and animal cruelty on Monday ask 
again to share the name of our village!

Ask genetic egress its appetite 
to share the name of our village
and then leave social starlings
use keypad to enter First name, 
Last name and extension number surrounded by
the air islands remember our village
in the wind over half a dozen half-acres! 
and the water closet flows 
none other than the maternal silk 
ribbon that shoots pure hot bliss 
and you will be the reason of 
these names and you will be natural and clean
and you can share the name of our village! 


***


A crap misaim bottle of sable 
colour wired together 
in clop of blondish tuff
ask for dodo meat outside 
for old times sake an obsolete light 
stills silk jackets out in  
Cookham melt brittle toenails to the sun 
purlin in defect blat pril this sweet air, 
wherein my joys are a chest pain 
under the drooping floors 
its satyr chorus of imperium 
hard-ons this soil 
is grace and favour like eaves 
shaded long in a psychodrama 
submissive loyal to portfolio
marquee screening kindred grandezza
in nacreous snail trail all popped 
white-collar clubmen moue in tandem 
toby jugged ranine dinner speech  
muzzle the coffers, mine hence not yours


***


Daddy Pig chortles disinfectant while
the carousel hologram of a boat race 
collides from Lubberland just wait 
two thousand leagues in Dover alone
all foppish fair haired boys ahoy in traditional 
oak quad sculls shaped like Cricks double helix, 
going 500 miles an hour in pure indomitable 
pluck and will all thrusters to blunt 
heraldic bleed, Blue boys swilling 
on the beach bald coots Logie Leggatt here
to bleat and bust any crabbed youngsters!
big the wall and build it firmer this country 
faces a downhill snip on a two-bit pence!
TIME nor CHANGE occurs here until 
the formation of a Bully Furking outside Calx
dies purple white a wallop like pudding en surprise, 
for a testimonial pitch parade everyone
larping halfway in a Bad Calx bed eyed skivers
kicked on every plutocracy, 
every bureaucracy, has also been a gerontocracy
on common ladder at H.Q. Eugenics House 
given the same native ability promotion 
queue suddenly fell down a clapped out
base born whirligig, 
with sumptuary laws you must eat dunce liver 
feckless rolling around drunk it burns up 
the Church of England's grass 
so tremendous is its noxious influence
but boats as good as brains nowdays
this vast floating army cum laude 
the new dispensation sinks 
homme moyen sensuel  

***


Eligible children under 5 if you die
then dreadful trumpets will 
haunt your families glorious 
coat of arms burying the flowers 
deep in marshland acid pleat little
Goldilocks all your coffers dispersed 
mangled among the baying pauper nest 
trove of shirkers bone to bone,
mouth agape like skies rain cheese
yet here we lay in dreamers dream 
until an EGG germinates a frog
free from all tyranny, crazy.

Years pass and the doom cast drivers 
hurtle to hooting on the ruins 
of this devastated world our forsaken frog
is now subterranean remade in rootkit
swill out cybercart a muted blitzkrieg
transmogrified across all time 
as a failed exorcism where gen(e)mastery finds 
itself looping the inter-passive online delicatessen
4 YouTube soliloquy aeternum. 

The contemporary helices 
where your undamaged world sings 
suburbana mumbling blue hue 
the frog has amassed a large 
trove of elders gilded in the router, 
the chortle nest of haemorrhoids   
wrapped around this hived mind
perforate in callouts all doffed
and no where to go, hole closes. 

Retreating truth seekers on jiggle peak 
or wallbang this scythe 
crashing into the inner wall of
a parasitic brain its dearest 
kept patriarch cut to poor crucible,
the pageantry of urine culverts 
they gleam under light 
they shimmer in the sink 
when you wake shaking
to be found later in a hedgerow 
with bated breath carping 
a tune never forgotten likely 
melted for not being PCC’D. 




Tuesday, 8 September 2020

Against the Socialist Life (SERE), 2020

Oil on canvas, 45x45cm  Painted on my behalf in Dafen, Shenzhen. 

Monday, 7 September 2020

Friday, 4 September 2020

Ghost Minister (DRAFT)




Ballroom etiquette of Southwark
council cats fat on long rot
files you back to the divisible
I, William Blake charter'd for all to see
from your window grouting
small yellow forgotten people
unchecked in scullery the pewter scrubs
in undercrofts the downpours are
Jerusalem, you get entrepreneurial
children mills sprayed silver 
in three-piece suits summoning
pride what we hope to aspire,
winkle picked recruitment agencies 
consider my domicile
is still a military fortification
and i am not the proprietor 







Wednesday, 2 September 2020

destroying all dearest again (DRAFT)


Gadfly pin in this Hubbard 
cup of habit, I feel larked 
a penny a word just like a
particle board watching grief soak,
come on my sons my evergreen 
when it gets wet it swells 
as country rain covers blame herd 
nightly, so many things 
have to change & my broken 
first rib goes on repeat 
a depriving day in tempera 
not worth eating in my shoes
voodoo in the poultry selection
again in a tirade fallen back 
before you get to hiking 
forgive my heart wringing out
this strange exit I tried
whittles part by part 
yes a love of argy bargy 
waiting to happen driving
in tarragon all dearest destroyed 
of wracked pain that 
fusillade of cudgels I 
spurned moon alone in the garden,
we few, we happy few 
gilt heads these wounds 
I had on Crispin's day