Tory feudal view of society (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

One harmless tourist always

wants to be alone as 

plotted plants sir Landseer

iconic cold glass alongside 

air eating sector eyes, till

the building fabric is a common

feudal-style patronage

a hatred of words with its severe rectilinear

death mod curls on a quintessence but 

it isn't like that in real life is it

because real life is a blood clot of lost water 

and high brick walls,

battlemented sets out, a safe world

they all go woolly and if you can’t 

find  the secretive sanctuary garden 

then yr clearly lost

swearing also on his children's heads, 2020

The Naked Chief or Why Bin Men Won't phone Indonesia (Maxxi 24/25th Jan 2020)

Mote 5 (Edited by Dom Hale)

Destruction of country houses in 20th-century Britain PART 1 (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

From memory the modern physiognomy of 

the best picnic is on Agars Plough,
how can you forget massive gazebos 

overflowing with fresh salmon
and Moet out the proverbial bucket!

O' dancing in the moonlight

we're dancing in the moonlight 

when that moon is big and bright 

it's a supernatural delight, 

when everybody is dancing in the moonlight!

o' we're dancing in the moonlight 

pin locked and the clashing oars are

needle grown out of HM Government

children are the bilge for best water

just like rabid class equipment 

declines in 'returns' of each cohort reneged 
sorry is the hardest word but you learn 
from your mistakes remember 
you just like walking around its intrepid fantasy 

with elbows in the topiary garden dancing to

the architecture of moonlit colonnades, 

the custodial moonlit amphiteatres, the moonlit

night-club interiors as designed by Edwin Lutyens 

on old drugs and re-thought as a underground bungalow 

and exit into anti-ligature moonlit prisons 
with calico print on the walls that keep you

in a second nature bind
like the new poor law. 

By day devoted exclusively to treadmill prayer,

and by night the very cradle of blessed liberty!

a palliative of others in the good collective bed

endogenous to mobility regime

upping flowers in a new

version of dirt if they do not exist 

from their own subsistence then 
remember biting the monarch bestowing
largess horsepower is reinventing the 
wheel to 70 poor boys of custos closed

by the brocas as informal water 

pageant splitting custom made faux-stone toys 

blocking up amenities all the way down 

Dorney lake like shit doesn't sink!

well I'll let you know to each his own
keep on a pierced porphyry throne for 
imperial measure to watch
the poor niche alcoves. 

Dewaele (2016 Re-edit)

Unknown for everyone as difficult 

matter the word that comes to me: 

a lord violent, shady

but inhabited in flat biting 

cingulum tough body

dry-hair over a beautiful broken face

unknown for everyone 

a wagon for a wagon

always in the fog, 

cottony, all day long

looked like he was sleeping 

considered it all with formidable finds

the child cuspids battered

often prisoned

tough dry-hair

raised out by mother,

stories of histories

time immemorial

in the bistro spilling conversion

the preacher preached, 

life on the screen on the street

without any distinction 

a lord, a violent sir

head shady but inhabited 

Life is Sport (2016 Draft re-edit)

More milk dispensaries than ATM’s

ballerinas siesta with jogging bottom 

left at home all day family planning,

domestic care and 

educational systems can’t predict 

aerosolised, manic and ambulatory

in Victoria Sq. is the destruction of restaurants                                  

a yes that can’t hear 

milkweed the sustenance 

monarch or avuncular 

gone to the numbers 

game and not war

and you won cold from warmth

resplendent light makes work 

that is not work

light bulbs in daylight  

asks such a slightness that

needs a head against a tree 

looted floribunda

in kitchenettes in SUV’s 

arboretum full of profound 

asthma attacks with mothers and fathers

in bed, glued together 

yearning for timeless grasp 

of verities ausmerze 

6 million lazy gluteus’ 

drive cars without ancestors 

full with silence and cunning pass pink

filis and its cages rented

is this property of the mind?

virtuous world tongues coming

thru your window at midday 

wall of lips sing

of all things to eat: 

dirty worker consolation

o' vulnerable grid

what occurs in your latitude

master monstrance

dance on the temples

today who named

a meticulous industry 

and of conditions

laid for fear put the fly

out disturbing its casual unpreparedness