Saturday 16 March 2019


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