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Thursday, 2 July 2020

Eligible Children (DRAFT)



Eligible children if you die 
then dreadful trumpets will 
haunt your family's glorious 
coat of arms burying the flowers 
in marshland, acid pleat little
Goldilocks all your coffers dispersed 
mangled amongst a baying pauper nest 
trove of skivers bone to bone
hillock skies rain cheese
yet here we lay in dreamers dream 
roses bestride in glassy stream 
my head in furrows loam from 
morning until eve an egg 
germinates a frog free from all despotism 
a brightened ding into a real hellscape unknown 
where the dead speak in stones and stars 
and arid realities of the shit house is 
already in cold cathodes the anti-matter 
of itself.

Years pass and the doom cast drivers 
hurtle to hooting on the ruins 
of this devastated world our forsaken frog
is now subterranean being remade 
in rootkit swill he has arisen 
in shopping cart blitzkrieg muted and 
transmogrified across all time 
as a failed exorcism where Mastery finds 
itself in the inter-passive online delicatessen
preening a YouTube soliloquy aeternum. 

The contemporary helices 
for your head is a parasite brain
where your undamaged world sings 
a 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 hive mind meat
and perforated in callouts all doffed
and no where to go, hole closes. 

'Truth seeking' on a jiggle peak 
or wallbang this scythe 
crashing into the inner wall of
your parasite brain its dearest 
kept patriot bulldog 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 baited breathe carping 
a tune never forgotten likely 
melted for not being bulls-eyed. 

The bulwark I am a crashing estuary plough
I am a screaming hurtling hate crime
a bitter remnant I am in your mouth.
The cladogram is lateral 
cross-contamination, dogs serve us
as by far the most illustrative 
example 'Feeble-Minded' bulldog  
with the fondest hopes for a whole class 
of mutts to go in a tank of formaldehyde!

Tuesday, 30 June 2020

Daddy Pig (Final)



Daddy Pig chortles disinfectant 
the carousel hologram of a boat race 
colliding from Lubberland 
just wait two thousand leagues in Dover alone!
all foppish, fair haired boys 
ahoy in traditional oak quad sculls 
shaped like Crick's double helix, 
going 500 miles an hour all of indomitable 
pluck and strong will all thrusters to the blunt 
of heraldic bleed Big Blue boys all swilling 
on the beach bald coots Logie Leggatt 
here to bleat and bust any crabbed youngster
big the wall and build it firmer this country 
faces a downhill swill on a two-bit pence!
heel anthem at the WALL in a 16th Imprint 
TIME nor CHANGE can occur here until 
the formation of a Bully Furking outside Calx,
a wallop like a pudding en surprise; 
halfway in a Bad bed eyed Calx skivers
kicked on to the goal every plutocracy, 
every bureaucracy has also been a gerontocracy
on a common ladder at H.Q. Eugenics House 
given the same native ability to eat dunce liver
feckless to themselves so tremendous is its noxious influence
a clapped out base born whirligig,
so refill summers bloom homme moyen sensuel  
boat as brains that one man was much like another 
cost this vast floating army cum laude 
under new dispensation sinks
the ladder will be reformed 
pattern colour and all




The Mirthful Coos but the Impatient, Hungry Cries of Our Children Teach Us



Plain clothed Technocrats hang on a tight 
budget bootstrapped the average cost of a funeral 
in the UK now stands as potentially redundant, totally 
as in compulsory that some other person remarked 
the axiom physics no two bodies can occupy 
one and the same place be rude 
floccinaucinihilipilification turn aside the poor
double iniquitous casting breach of solvent 
pyre castigate a long table turned 
I'm Ronnie Fucking Pickering 
Ronnie Fucking Pickering 
Ronnie Fucking Pickering 
the horses are apoplectic 
overcharged by the multitude 
capsized homeland a pure shambles 
singing Vienna goodnight blossom 
locked in this comfy shed tinkering 
set to grow out the masses on a 
comedy hillside turn on the terrified 
run it's the only way out gobshite! 
geriatric paradise dozing cluster 
of pets atop slender poles 
jizz of guillemots a modest 
memorial of your lives 
death breach of posthumous 
repayment schemes kindred 
clay pipe and acknowledged corner 
snug in cotton fuddle the million 
petalled flower I stare at day and night
day and night and call out to the sun
you don't see a chariot carrying 
your granny away you haven't lived
my standing chill branded in the beautiful 
rays bleeding on that bed the actual habit of estimating 
better times when the flames spread radially 
around the petals, and all were alight, 
alas stems rose slowly from the gaping 
floorboards peeling upright with a single
massive flame a sacred gasp clap went 
around the house as it lifted 
o spare me spare me I will work 
work so hard for you under the yonder 
tree cast in gold between 
the anvils of the stars, Clare Balding 
and Supreme Court watching adrift or ashore 
without others all I could hear was the wind, 
and everywhere birdsong 
and morning doves 
the dirt beneath my feet

Monday, 29 June 2020

Ode to Mini (Final)


Slithering on a heat belt made of 
ambrosia in the corner 
is the chief whip
a chubby fingered naughty
in a truce don't call a basket or other receptacles below, 
no the large crowd predicted as usual
that there would be no significant rival claimants
all being all saying and sharing none of its DNA
in the first place so make off-white wickerwork 
like beauty in Victoriana pop and  
it toured globally for many years! HUZZAH
staged as mimes of English history in perjury 
in fields the brass wrought 
to the cub hymning back to 
an impossible sweat gland 
to lay a scent and pick up
to lay one more persistent!
is death of clique leaders 
in a collision on the A149 at Sandringham.
What are you going to do?
Are you going to fine him?
Are you going to put him in prison? It’s ridiculous. 
The outcome is satisfactory and his 
car runs on a crisp white wine, 
that is satisfactory and it smells
delicious through the hills.

I saw 14-year-olds carry out
hideous acts of courage
with cracked heads and things like that,
yelled at stones and trees
more brokenheads in the morning then!
they yelled at 
stones and I called God and 
the military and both came on the dot
now what the fuck are you going to 
do, I've got God and the Military 
on call whenever the fuck I want. 
The outcome is inevitable, this is 
your dirt grave. 

I said it was 
out of the ordinary standing there
but oh! the glow-stick vigil garden 
is beauty without measure and it
all started to compost, all for a seatbelt probe
eleven teddy bears walked out 
in sobbing protest the plants still 
in vigil glow followed them one by one 
all the way around Europe and back 
my love for you. The police 
and a number, withering in
Althorpe you and what fucking army 
Johnny Oddball pyro-queen nothing 
to stand on or face the full
force of law your life
this dough ball fondling 
legs just gave way to a new-style 
share platter, out the ordinary 
woke up in a bath of shit mud who's coming 
of silver shining through  
that's just the way I am
the way I was bred!

I AM A FREE I AM NOT MAN A NUMBER (DRAFT)


Plain clothed Technocrats hang on a tight 
budget bootstrapped the average cost of a funeral 
in the UK now stands as potentially redundant, totally 
as in compulsory that some other person remarked 
the axiom physics no two bodies can occupy 
one and the same place be rude 
floccinaucinihilipilification turn aside the poor
double iniquitous casting breach of solvent 
pyre castigate a long table turned 
I'm Ronnie Fucking Pickering 
Ronnie Fucking Pickering 
Ronnie Fucking Pickering 
the horses are apoplectic 
overcharged by the multitude 
capsized homeland a pure shambles 
singing Vienna goodnight blossom 
locked in this comfy shed tinkering 
set to grow out the masses on a 
comedy hillside turn on the terrified 
run its the only way out gobshite! 
geriatric paradise dozing cluster 
of pets atop slender poles 
jizz of guillemots a modest 
memorial of your lives 
death breach of post-humous 
repayment schemes kindred 
clay pipe and acknowledged corner 
snug in cotton fuddle the million 
petalled flower I stare at day and night
day and night and call out to the sun
you don't see a chariot carrying 
your granny away you haven't lived
my standing chill branded in the beautiful 
rays bleeding on that bed the actual habit of estimating 
better times when the flames spread radially 
around the petals, and all were alight, 
alas stems rose slowly from the gaping 
floorboards pealing upright with a single
massive flame a sacred gasp clap went 
around the house as it lifted 
o spare me spare me I will work 
work so hard for you under the yonder 
tree cast in gold between 
the anvils of the stars, Clare Balding 
and Supreme Court watching adrift or ashore 
without others all I could hear was the wind, 
and everywhere birdsong 
and morning doves 
the dirt beneath my feet

In Surrey (Final)


A crap misaim bottled of sable 
colour wired together 
in clop of blondish tuff
asking for dodo meat again outside 
for old times sake an obsolete light 
stills the silk jackets out in  
Cookham melt brittle toenails to the sun 
purlin in defect blat pril the sweet air, 
wherein my joys are a chest pain 
under the dropping floors 
its satyr chorus of imperium 
hard-ons this soil 
is grace and favour like eaves 
shaded long in a psychodrama 
hell submissive loyal to
portfolio marquee screening 
the 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  


Snakes and Ladders (FINAL)


Opulent snakes and ladders
on which bullion with ice 
pillow gets kippered
on merit gutless peeling in virtue,
a bouquet of life the lawn 
decibel noise reduction panels &
the doors are closed,
squinting gables through premium 
petrol curls up a secluded Ponte Giardino
and down with our enemies rest on 
cash in chub stained dawn ruses 
you can't chasten a flower-filled consort 
of fair ideals the subordinates keep
keening on some cordoned fence 
crusted in doubloons and trackie bums 
poor bleeders piss off and die
like a rat in the rubbish, 
gilts fl├ęches in Teutoburg Forest
as Autumn of Euro-Ketchup 
nothingness & never today