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Thursday, 31 May 2018

Would you kill it







off faces
as pale
         as our life is
to the stone, 
which bleeds
of alcohol, 
no one says stop 
round here 
 for next to no pay
but I laugh
out of your
goblet

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

And the whole House is filled with gaiety







burnt-out ends
             about your feet
            to larynx the number, 
          it cuts the first order
spoken for, 
into the shelter 
alarm pulse 
on untrue blood,
all my life 
thumb printed
off daily bread
before the hour, 
    toward the granule 
the sky pivots on itself
         casar, leave the song 
and turn 
          you get work 
upon the ground, for 
climbing is of course
 locked in 
       the press up
hallway of 
all is too 
hardly pleading for 
penalty plays requited  
first need exit 
you inflix
      the anonymous city
in pure lens flair
    the body search






Ostrich Effect (2/34)





Monday, 21 May 2018

Wednesday, 9 May 2018

nothing to do with the people of France (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)




half-digested
     bitter of the back-light, 
up to the eyes 
and into the mouth,
as if singing 
   to have a reason
  is bridled in brambles 
 but cut to nothing,
a lip there straddled
the machine 
     force gum shield
   the head is raised up,
as per quota 
disbanding the matching 
ex parte, it is
very expensive 
to hold your breathe 
nowadays the feet
are in the mould, 
same as plastic





blood is made (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)






pulled from earth,
    as the wheat count
withers, beats time
into crystals
   the blood is
     made new 

is loud music (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)








        for the credit 
 your face made
    heat up the 
       helical roll yet 
   blurring exit 
           as dry and shimmering,
      at the same time
throw off
   the stable end-product 
        the sound
of care annulled 
       ear pain, by making 
   the mouth
     best in the
  unstopping 2,000 hertz, 
    the dream is teflon,
        yet we must extend 
      past to gain way
         unblocked in rotation, 
   so still at offer
the living day
      gets bipolar 
at the feeble joy 
          of impaired attention, 
    in the slow 
gap it serves 
through glass  
          under waste
    well before time
is no choice but
massively discarded 
   air waiting
     corrodes throat and
our clock 
    is lost as
day presses 
       the cunning out, 
what could be said
hangs off what 
  you can get



Celotex (draft/unfinished)





Throw up 
 the new sky 
the end it couldn’t
    brightening 
enough in 
    the furze 

LD-ZOO





to hide from
    the clock 
    in the
           double-glazing 
it hurts your
     bounties

'only comes out of agony, well, how long do you last?' (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)






strangers in placing 
          them elsewhere,
the heart’s
renting rare 
   spilling in 
 option wrappers 
are always clean 
      and beautiful,
    is to not be where pain
stops itchy
face already agrees
 chlorinated sinus is hard 
     to the litter core 
     the pearl is tax, 
tinkling there in 
            the brightening celeste 
       that sleep of reason 
     in calculation it remains 
from on high 
     let light in
        so the truly happy, 
     clean faces
 close to weaning
us to its reasons
raise clamour 
to sober digits
glass goes one way,
whose nominal pain 
gets put on,
that is not yours
to be consumed 
to the street
to the damaged
to error
trespassed within us
       are cried up
in the lab, 
the roughly butchered 
half down face
split touch on 
hearts suds an emblem
of blood to strap up
my passport
in the air
 paler than voice

Tuesday, 8 May 2018

spit on me



on MET (draft/unfinished)







burnt-out ends
             about your feet
            to larynx the number, 
          it cuts the first order
spoken for, 
into the shelter 
alarm pulse 
on untrue blood,
all my life 
thumb printed
off daily bread
before the hour, 
    toward the granule 
the sky pivots on itself
         casar, leave the song 
and turn 
          you get work 
upon the ground, for 
climbing is of course
repelled negativity 
 locked in 
       the press up
hallway of 
all is too 
hardly pleading for 
penalty plays requited  
first need exit 
you inflix
      the anonymous city
in pure lens flair
    the body search






Saturday, 5 May 2018

Thursday, 3 May 2018

e-fit (005)





e-fit (004)





e-fit (003)





e-fit (002)


e-fit (001)





A Paradice (II) (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)






Price phthalates 
              byte my misfortune
is destined to play 
         out icy
now gain, 
      and pour
        out of yourself
         the singing polymer
   counts as a skin
     and the legacy of inputs
together 
in a sacred manner, 
a countless heartbeat 
or glucose burnt
 mouth to a re-own,
       since you are stops 
       off nothing 
      which fire pales 
        in the fumes and ash
more  to ameliorate
                   than paraffin, to do justice 
by that carbide 
  with muddy roots in zero 
 for the belly
   and so to the ground
just sat there 
        in urgent moral appeal, 
          or not for turning 
     away palisades care 
            as it gets meted-out
   with song of betwixt burning
      behind our backs 
    and outside 
     lacquer the concrete
  intumescent and then
 you see them