Wilde Justice (We can forever)

water by fire puts the law

badly in the face of things

                                       this America parked, 

the Canyon placards shine

 still with earmuffs and 

         face masks lament

any tears duct to glory

your heart on flags

                            shell order          toward

 the head house

 whiting the suffering

                        so clothe something 

             forbidden

                                to camera's flash 

 and keep it open, 

against the grain of kin

burns like infirm,

your car

                 your childs head 

                         

mule estate (draft/unfinished)

a very long span of time

like planting 7,000 oak trees

where dreams keep

cotton bricks beside

Jubilee ranch sauce  

bed gastric (draft/unfinished)

the pylons have         given up

             there are people, 

                        ragstones

you're beautiful     

          down there too

mandrel that                    

         stupid nature

                                     out of bed salt, 

                     dumbed net     curtains

              your face        

                                          resumes          

the  neighbourhood watch       

                                             slipped        a view 

spoken through married  

parts a bundle inside 

a local hotel we 

         emptied the stockade 

persons especially 

               the sad Amazon reviews

                 pulled out flat in  the bed  
gastric          to 

 the aisles 

 Valium safely looks at

banksman (unfinished/draft)

             

like         

just totalled 

                i cant 

celebrate

what is there

to celebrate             

licking the lands

                  I betted on  against 

            all    zeroed,

there's none in life

the choiceless ingest 

wrong tapeworm

 flaring up every day white 

swelling the     tender law, 

                    all  clocked             up 

the banksman swells

you hate when gain, so don’t decree

                   the stomach, the limbic choker 

laughing stool hearts the mouth

lactic tonal outside 

to tiring your blood inside,       

colours palinode stretch 

 opal in the street,     

  hole in the sky  capacity      is phobia

the night poverty needs love

travail receiving

                                sadly

Mind only short play (unfinished/draft)

Officer1: Is there another Officer situated?

Officer1 : Is there another officer?

Officer2: Yes, Officer.

Officer1: Has it been beaten in yet! 

Officer2: I think it has been beaten in?

Officer1: Can you confirm it has been beaten it?

 Officer2: It’s very dark, Officer. Too dark to see anything.

Officer1: Can you get closer? In order to inspect it. 

Officer2: Yes, Officer. Getting closer now.

Officer1:So, has it been beaten in then? 

Officer2: Officer, well i don't know but it looks like boot leather.

Officer1: Boot leather.........

Officer2: Yes, boot leather.

Officer1: It is amazing what you can get out of them these days.

Officer2: Yes, it is amazing.

Officer2: Yes............Officer it is very dark.......But I gathered from my inspection that it has been beaten

Officer1: In. 

Officer2: Beaten in, yes beaten in.

Officer1: By how much are we talking.

 Officer2: Very much.

Officer2: I’ll use my foot for measure.

Officer1: Good idea, officer.

Officer2: I’ve kicked it again.

Officer1: Okay, kick it again until you know absolutely.

Officer2: Okay, yes I will kick it in until I know absolutely. 

Officer2: I’ve done that what next.

Officer1: What? 

Officer1: Well has it moved.

Officer2: It’s dark. I’ve inspected, it’s dark. Thats a fact. 

Officer1: Inspect further. Kick it again.

Officer1: Listen! Kick it again and Listen!

Officer2: What next, Officer.

Officer2: I just kicked it again and I’m listening... 

Officer1: And.....

Officer2: I can only hear you.

Officer1: So you didn’t hear..... it.

Officer2: I don’t think so.

Officer1: Okay, Okay.

Officer1: Jump on it.

Officer2: Jump on it, Officer.

Officer1: Yes, jump on it.

Officer2: I don’t wish to jump on it, Officer. I can barely see it.

Officer1: You’ve been instructed, officer.

Officer2: I could pick it up, to see if its been beaten in properly.

Officer1: Yes, do that.

Officer2: Okay, I’ll pick it up then.

Officer1: Yes.

Officer1: Have you picked it up yet?

Officer2: Yes. I’ve picked it up. It’s been beaten in very, very well. A job done

good.

Officer2: Yes, very well. 

Officer2: Should I dispose of it.

Officer1: Very well.

Officer1: Yes.

Officer2: how?

Officer1: You have to bury it. Give it a proper burial.

Officer2: Okay, officer that seems appropriate. What should I say. 

Officer1: Here lies.... (pause)

Officer1: Make it up. It is not going to speak for itself...... so make it up. 

Officer2: Officer the ground is very hard.

Officer1: Bury it. That is proper thing to do. 

Officer2: Officer, I can’t officer, the ground is too hard. Officer.

Officer1: Use the butt of your Mauser to smash it.

Officer2: I am smashing the earth in, Officer but nothing...nothing is budging at all. I cannot move any of the earth required officer to make proper burial officer....................... It’s a far too difficult task.

(audible sound of thumping)

Officer1: Try again, Officer.

Officer2: It’s not shifting the earth, Officer.

Officer1: Try again. Smash the earth in, Officer. You have to do it, remember. Its proper.

Officer2: Should I roll it in the carpet.

Officer1: The carpet.

Officer2: I can sink it with carpet. Bury the carpet with water, so to speak. I will tie it to something heavy.

Officer2:I’m attaching it now.

Officer1: Yes, Officer very good now thats a proper burial.

Officer2: Yes, yes officer. Very proper burial a much better idea. 

Officer1: Yes, yes very good.

Officer2: I am rolling it now in the carpet, Officer.

Officer1: Brilliant. Well done indeed.

Officer2: It has received a very, very thorough beating, Officer.

Officer1: It sounds like whoever did this has done a very good job.

Officer2: Its a very good job, officer. Very good. 

Officer2: I’ve rolled it in the carpet now.

Officer1: Very good. Officer 2: Should I throw it in the river now, officer.

Officer1: Yes.

Officer1: What have you tied it too? 

tenders 1843 (food stays poor) UNFINISHED/DRAFT

If you can’t be free

                     we can't

touch upon 

this landscape

            all  mined out,

the fauna and flora

winding

       flesh

 fixed on a   

  body            

but violable, 

teeth  cloisters 

            foot     in the    

                                    diurnal face

sleep proofed, 

           play this coupon 

                the bone

 incentive     

                       solicits          to relax

about losing 

in defence,    

                           bring      that

                  outstretched hand 

                   pay                it 

to yourself

for the          unfree

                the thing      we do

                 binds      you 

 downward  

                     the       meeting place,
we continue to think of animals 

                   

The National Anthem 3/3 (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

  of                      

               an empty 

                      day thrown from 

roof the

              price crowns    sun 

strokes as

                        lives of citizens

are 

     banded,    

             moveable

                   on

    forgotten bin bags 

                                    our weather,

then pity is aimless

                             the    glass upturns  

                                        our wounded                                          day 

reinserted 

               can     be seen from

                     the

                    rich ethers

that we cannot claim

            grounded    in receipts 

we get zeroed on the

faint   alcohol clouds

                                            so drunk on 

 borrowed time,

   these feet 

                       make  less 

                         of hours,

piled upon each other

                         on  communal stairs     to

        break              into the

                  faces gathered 

                                  up there

                 waiting to spit                barbed

tungsten song

                                       as white

as the  impropriety 

of our wage, the

overtime you pray to, 

                           kiss yourself believing 

                       the  coin

           is   real       in the

blood glucose

                     by redacts watch the

expelling flow raise 

                            the heart

  a free willing

                     rate   carries 

itself

 from pump function 

                       to circulation   so

get     on your 

way as

                                   promise  clefts

from a graceless face,

                                    facing-top             

  eating cake

                   is a ersatz nourishment,

 classic  freedom voucher

                   in the cellophane substantival

seals the

 bleeding inside  the mouth

                   to make things stick  

                     but what  remains is a 

metallic taste,    kiss            

                          the  all white-crowns  

                 the American nights are

                                 100 times greater     

                  than moon­ light, switch 

      lancing any 

                         hour                                       

                               to the ends       

 of day    

                    of sleep

 the stars exit

                   our city

HOMESICKS

between the devil 

and the 

deep blue sea

NEW UNITED KINGDOM FLAG

The National Anthem (2/2) DRAFT UNFINISHED

in the spokes, 

outgoing 

in proof                                      of less 

and

                             so       on,        

         even 

         just bearing                            this

slanting, rising 

                                           it will                              not be

near                                

          to call nothing

                      nothing,          less    

                    even 

get                               
               grateful for

                                                                 what for,

the raids              don't work

                                                                                      they don't fucking work,

and the calm
 animal redress

                                         distorts

                   the morning            estuary, 

                broken              

               with 

no 

issue,

 set little to little 

did come under press

the way they                                      

                                ought to be,  

gentle turbid                       kept

among grids              raging streets

                 these symmetries 

stints the                   hammered sky 

                                                               as                       one       
   slams on

                                       all water                   works 

look,

                 so reverse the          furtive      

                                             now frozen 

stamina,

              occurred tarps

winded down 

                                                   yet or later, avian level palate 

                                  hit at the           why                     

  not set down

harsh the lintel grip

block up there,                         

    every one is

a pyrite already 

                               fading with 

a choice 
few 

stopped and            
      searched fake splinters

then pressed in 

to count ways,     

                                                           to lower

against yet less 

never picket                            your regains,                        

        so   flags on 

the roof

                     joined

well                          

now all                                                                                your glory 

in                              personnel with

                                                                   
                 found, 

                                     

                                                                     pollens broken

                                                       stuck in 

random,

 all                          the world  

                          toward the end

on blank 

                                                by trial 

charges

you