Thursday, 25 April 2019

Résumé Upload the removal of Clause IV by TB 1995 (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

Gardens glided with 
         police radios small square 
corner of the concreted earth 
          figged in demoted waters
red sunken quite
          rear lite cut riot-quota
out to move in a lively 
fashion on lidocaine, 
   the vetted turnery
  in time of bedside 
on call-there are your bags! 
      fit for Jarrow March 
       again and back RIP 
    poor poor man
      by this departure from
         the council house
         seriously ill death prompted 
   nitroglycerin treatment
  rings a bell on 
        DWP death grant sad
          crescent-shaped private grounds
pulp class people 
     still lure on raw 
    battleground of siege estate so
live and work 
        on the shingle, over the walkie 
          talkie barely while 
   all these houses pass
through my heart
heard from ditches 
    to paraphrase the solidarity of
          themselves dispirited, moving 
       to a farm in Gloucester
                not on economic dogma
pledge-'I am a fantasticalist!'
cheered in undo ever attempted
 The Eighteenth Brumaire
no and no the ghosts 
          are not chained  
history breaks 
      this sured word 
       stone into psychodrama
with plumes on price borage
unwinding in low-born
           vetting the enterprise 
limit of British moral life
gone to mass the 
         influence of 
     bunting is custom made handle, 
wonderful the entrance door
hard gamed to motte
        slabs kept in situ 
where curtains sensate property as
trial ends for outside
and it isn't yet to the streets
brooms masted cold
      in their portfolios