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Monday, 13 February 2017

thug






now based
in a wary
vulnerability of being 
literally
a mash-up 
of mainstream popular culture,
tourist videos and self-made 
social media celebrities 
a fragmented world view through the eyes
running through a track listing 
from the outside, to observing
tutorials on the how to
live
cursor move across tastes, 
ideas and thought processes,
the instability in your life
and all the useless things you buy
the missing reasons to suffer
what home
is to be seen
try and punish
the all-in-one

on your knees 

fake dior (daddy)







I cling too,
nailed together
brought 
them upwards where
you most want 
to bang 

thought’s
throat 
all night
shorthand
has negligible
readerships 
you say
fake daddy



For Mayakovsky









i will find 
work, 
that dogs us
and all the while never 
getting out from under it, 
there is always a thread
attached to your gemlike dogtooth
as though impossible
to get rid of,
 in or outside 
the min rushes
 to fill each gap
we live temporally,
and so 
in this mobile world
 the shape that arrives
never quite fills the space 
that called it 
but here 
a little shot glass 
greases 
the clapped skin 
it is slippage
 that speaks, 
smeared night 
a blotchy face,

a demented
 mouth-phone 

the type to buy money



in the white bronco 
the parents are safely dead 
of generous evenings
when you hit the cold air at its 
youth, this is perhaps a day
humming: ‘these enigmas will never
be resolved at the level of narrative coherence.’
just use this speed ball against realism 
like your formal order, your empiricism meets
the non-sequiturs 
the cigar smoke 
in the day-lite,
 streamed from houses 

unloved in










Poncho Emergency (3/3) (unfinished/draft)















You're on the balcony

with those model dream hands

running out the petrol smells

are those future

kidney transplants

your children need

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Poncho Emergency (2/3) (unfinished/draft)








you tell me authorised personnel

only

the white metropolis

spills the rooted male line

inhibitors as by

tying or wrapping

to touch this

stock with

speculum brand

the blurred caloric engine

is a poncho emergency

on the perimeter of quarantine

or homelands


Monday, 6 February 2017

Poncho Emergency (1/3) (unfinished/draft)







of a smart new tent


or in a state of localised impunity


push on the fence line watching you birdie

billet a wind

 like wild

grow the balcony

where we start

to count

three, two, one

sniffing courses

of the festive line

looking for the close-ups

want to watch

them eat a testicle

we are told smells of sausage

returning

to watch them on the fences

you pot that mad

dead adult 

near perfect child

impress the bunker

makes you feel that bypass

over cleared checkpoints

door re-opens

says

now this is a tracking shot