FETCH O' PSEUDS! (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

I smell like a cupboard

 because I actually live in one, 

   and decadent anarchy

          says I am crashing on 

patience of the London

 Living situation 

            borne out so how can you live 

          on a lathe well lined glen

         opens out onto 

the longest pay

               squeeze in 200 years

    which is when 'working people' 

deteriorated in every

           street corner but still

saying make total destroy 

           around the now chrome

    balustrade fronted the

      traffic and environmental zone 

           chicanes are both good and bad

 because a blockade keg is

a still from the viewpoint 

of irony a Brexit horizon,

so just redeem a friend

or call a enemy to bring 

all the neighbourhoods furniture

to sit and look at a

     wall of oil drums 

    by local art-demolishionists 

     by which I mean on the other side 

on the great white wall 

 the art piece Pink Floyd son 

cenotaph the world
     is largely a place of

sunny uplands and he (Charlie Gilmour) is 

in a good place now 

             a vast six-story stucco mansion,

 a rambling farmhouse in 

Sussex countryside and a 

mews house in London is 

the bare minimum of aspiring practice 

resilience to the political turmoil 

so if the doors of your sanctuary

crumble by themselves you 

deserve it you simply do,

 and don't ask question en plein 

    air in the fanned horn of 

benches with armrests 

and the crime of public

urination steaming flint cone 

to deal with the enemy

 risk injuring yr genitals 

as the city amps me to

  live in the paving 

crack see pessimism works

 just look up to the 

new urban environments

to avoid the dirt

         in bourgeois intercourse

but what if nobody has a 

doorstep  does that

     change this little heap as

 my thing, as in 'they' from me and

so on the dirty laundry
    I wear ramparts 

      is mine mine
    to tend to all day and all night
    -long-
  again all the rest is yours no affair of

       the 1% even experience

relative disadvantage and 
      pterygium looks like the
       anal pour is your iris
the beautiful does not smell
and the tolerance for certain
odours requires a kitchen as
a backdrop simply
      disappearing again
in the appearance of a person
I am in love with, the sound
of a spoon striking a bowl of
 the poor void
          from dust and online

mobs aren't really that

powerful are they?

   there is no perma-death

in this game is there? 

I'LL BOSS YOUR TRENCH II (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

bridled waters 

over budget practice 

yr nulled before the 

front gate is lined 

with your loved ones in 

thorn paw in glare 

you see photographs of 

   overtime as placeholders 

of the life you need to keep

I'LL BOSS YR TRENCH (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

the violent garden aches 

   the lapel time squadron 

of your poor shift calculus 

elevated steeply in the 

sky you can't protect off yourself 

online recruitment software 

running off the palliative 

insurgent feeling of stowed up 

timesheet starres leave 

in a domestic scenario 

end your lunch

the dart board is fucked 

(1) a preoccupation with themes of socio-economic resentment; (2) a ‘levelling’ use of catalogues and lists; (3) an excessive, often blasphemous wordplay; (4) a tendency to blend and thus level incongruous genres; (5) a justi cation of symbolic transgression, especially in the context of lay preach- ing, as prophetic behaviour; and (6) imagery of self forti cation against per- secution and martyrdom (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

      Checkproof allocation spent on grassy 

knolls as the bridge deck
   vervain ablates common

out in sun lease moot objective 

as new heart of live acoustic cordon, 

 how the Greek Amphitheatres 

     are still in use today 

it will have firm edges, it

will be a quadrilateral 

and they will contain large 

amounts of people 

uncharged at the planned loss

on both sides of the

procurement process 

they should build it in Hull,

  the chide turret of bastard 
feudalism is recruiting gentry 

    into rite affinities justice in as geography 

               of bobs yr eligible clamp the poor door 

of rent glittering daylong 

nightlong prism all
windows spoils air nicely 

         to blat the School Yard and Chapel Steps 

   hang off Stick-ups 

      birching on the flog day your 

 clue fetch stick 

             regales stiff dramaturgy in sink frisk 

cuffed to bone urbanists
 stocking garden door closes 

tipped in skin triode cultivated leafy glade  

   scarp did wild glade pioneered 

horribly as they should  always have 

done lips & tongues say I don't want choice 

I just want nicer things Palmolive in streets

tinter brides into sight out harms 

and admitting only that which does good, 

the form-order of the mistress

  to the house of drunken 

mosquitoes adores female clothing 

  the royal mast head weds use 

   of a kipper and comrade government 

   chaste aspire out the social Borax  

    'Where are the papers?'

       the spent gantry of her bodice 

franchise decorated 

with a peacock feather 

   as immobile mitt caresses a birch with a

   appreciation of anatomy platform from 

sufferings at the swishing block

        'But what am I to be punished for?'

needless to say, the electrical 

spanking machine is of American 

origin in and out of hearing the end 

of customary discipline  like the laboratory rat 

doomed to inexorable itinerary 

in its cage you feel  celebrated gift 

   in painted aluminium

anodised aluminium, Plexiglas, wood 

Layered impasse screen wall plate 

 double mounted wall rail

powder-coated aluminium 

20 elements each 200cm x 15cm x 3cm

and signage for a

       35 foot floor social centre

as incomplete transitive relations of 

   post-utopian community

instruction text the vendors hate speech

at a certain distance from the heart the street 

existing ceiling brushed and etched  

prototype sound system  is a living 

symbol in our minds

           and it whips the confirmation class a romance of 

Schoolboy England and
the humour of the suppressed 

as livre de chevet 

Hi Michael (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

the practical limits of a 

     working household is protective

it adjusts so no one can 

eat on their little 

knees luminous in 

count  semblance of 

durable contest is 

the parable of everyone 

and some of the

    worst idlers in Britain 

No Human Is Illegal (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

And shivered company 

alleges weakly the 

enemy lines which 

   have invaded my 

  tight feeble male 

arse deprived smile and left 

shored and lumbered 

out where a crowd forms and begin

  fog horn to full

garnet flung shots so for

        this bastion gate

 this meringue paste

simpered about the 

body within same crowd 

on a sick milligram breeze 

at Spithead the blood 

sport is in good prospect

my father ablates all 

and tenderness of an 

    opposite heart marker, 

the stand of which is

equivalence as measure 

of sentiment in symbol 

and I give it up on all the 

best 10 asses its name 

glead the light through 

stained glass ruby gold 

on the mezzanine of a 

church the radial sticks 

in could up price 

    prick suddenly falls up on a 

    decoy sacrifice 

in reply is how much is 

physically necessary 

every morning, that is 

how much is physically 

allocated is a

 meaning etiquette 

1st, 2nd, 3rd and

 4th rossette prime 

the  whole-body he said 

feet of the air across copper (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

 is a courtesy open country   price that 

 puritan to moral exits in foul shrubbery

    I, the  plaintive skiver laid down

the sentiment cliffs curving

 as if by the soft drift

betwixt minimum of  stopped age 

    falls and   promise is your responsibility to 

        ensure when do I quit?  

       liz truss  warm, again 

                    I need to know 

  when do I quit? liz truss  

      it hurts the Generation Z

       aspiring  to    become doctors 

         or businessmen with your blood 

bash the casement meant 

   in dole times           the spat of gout 

     nils risk-taking in Britannia

       panic is sleep grouted 

over time  as everyone who is declared 

to work calms  

        the front-line recession of hand

embroidered tea-towels 

grubbing down on brightly

         renovated furniture 

sits the shiny topper in mint crisp the 

snags of daily bread 

docket and bannered narrows

the fields where no word men scatter 

in the basket of livery 

            the pole-hook catches

     hot shard brightly over

 blind insurgency with the smart 

polished floor prone on glee 

lucent everlasting molfted balances

submit coated values at notice

  there calibrated into a large

     circular room is the

    enzymatic breakdown 

with the release of antigens out a pulp 

chamber alleges like this one

  in pure hops as a counter

 weight given in the latent 

 naval for will through effusive 

holy wallet sip under the topsoil 

 foot a life from the glass 

glide house we watch in

 the reprieve of  self-test this

 its unfitting dominion of

  hate that peculiar combination

 of affects seem to structure 

the experience of life as 

the back of back of shirkers 

i chase down with a mouth 

full of passwords change

 periodically my repelled

 endocrine at the bottom 

 of the report card