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Sunday, 22 November 2020

For Max (G.I.T) DRAFT




Stop this mind from working 

out in butter coin, exercise 

direction cargo all suspended

since youth been in a backward curve 

learned to pass the examination  

to throw the mainlanders into the sea!

northern air debt travels in oral testimony 

so that the sentiment of worked cliffs

pay in weathered stump of feeling, 

make the capital red with accents

dead of national myth tugging 

from a black shawl to a grazed nose 

while a crabbed head beats a wall 

to bland its censor something like

disgust or contempt, of brushing 

underneath the chin with an outward

sweep of the finger-tips and

asking, 'What is the logical form 

of that?' via the diplomatic bag 

out the window breaking 

all criminal law 

you cannot decline a sublime

dialogue between the mouse 

and the mountain had upside down

hanging in the petrol smells 

a rose aimed at the mangy heart

goes to Moscow samizdat in stripes

of leather bound and so this mountain 

agrees to give up all its stones, 

just like that! what a load 

of old cobblers the mouse says 

hunchbacked sickly and toothless

possibility is not reality, I take 

these stones and make a manual 

for all the mouses too! every man

is an animal every animal 

is a creature too!

Wednesday, 18 November 2020

Saturday, 14 November 2020

REST BREAKS IV KEEP IN TOUCH 11TH OF DECEMBER 2020

 



11TH OF DECEMBER 7.30PM 
CASSANDRA TROYAN 
DOM HALE 
HELEN CHARMAN 
ELENI POULOU
COLE DENYER 
JEFF HILSON 
ROB KIELY 
KATIE THOMPSON 


Tuesday, 10 November 2020

Pigs at My Door (DRAFT)

 



Punish all nitrogen washouts

cut and screw valour no mincing

the cretin, I cannot hold down

this stomach so leave it 

chored inn slurry love

barbells to biting cheeks is

what I do? Bunsen blott 

what elder scalding piss hands 

in a swan dance forget  

sane drive forever in adamite 

licked wound burrow S.0.S daily

never answer cold calls 

on this pelting block mock 

fisted in blue abstruse 

take from me comfort of sidings 

and bramble and I will version 

a hate of double, 

arm the child again 

warden the dog men in tower breaks

returning grim in every riddled walkway 

in every forgotten artificial hillock 

sprouting coals to eat my yard

squared root neck in the dust 

of these pills lay upon 

fled heat of coca-cola 

chicken and go where? 




Voluntary Cosy Provision in Relation to the Powers That Be (DRAFT)





How now in thinning 

almond air you apply

pace and act in accordance 

to veto this dropsy sad out 

or condemn to remember 

everything in a seizure fit 

a fever in full leak

keep pittance for jury bow

so costed is the lumbar model 

its hairy ambit of harms border 

has darted me again in thanks, 

threadlike bare rattles 

and all I ever do is move a little

in this no fixed address 

to clerical dodder on council 

paving stones plucking loads 

of vaunted hailstones

out the sky and ache 

all pleasantries to shrill 

sable bottle light

chewed and spat mild amends

again calming down the body 

thumping time wild and gladly 

off peril throwing nozzle high 

in the magistrates mandibles 

truss this funny bondage tongue

a lost version of every today  

pleats a rose of cold seedbed

meaning premises  







 


Tuesday, 3 November 2020

I look up at my death balls. its great, lots of singing dancing. Hand gestures jutting out of corners. Its mine, its my death ball. (DRAFT)

 




Minted at home, hastened 

bath robe managerial exhibitionist 

on a bacchanal fuddle look me in the eye

pineal disorder look me in the 

ouroboros hoax the lunar house

binge again to a bladdered heart

weltered stoic watching with 

vampiric comfort the regal undying 

cloisters filled shut away and 

sing to yourself hurt the tensor 

lived out a joyless marriage 

for an international baccalaureate 

didn't graduate so eating my fruit

with no backup this adrenal harddrive 

boils under me, a thickener to start.

 

Blood Billionaires in a geriatric 

paradise get hidden in camomile lawns 

and cowslips illuminate the epistle flax 

irises having your everlasting sweet peas  

and horse meat dinners, I detest  

thru a key-pee a halo of enemy speech   

ousting misty hearts-ease and violet playboys 

the empire varnished like Lutyens dog-ears 

no hope for sustainable leakage reduction analysis

they creep inside your single-glaze lock you 

in you have to pay premium rate 

so so humans MAKE their own history! look  

please fund this carpark! now

for non-legacies of financial big flash in the 

up-scaling pan every carbuncle 

every council balding bestie scalding 

the child entrepreneurial style slasher

Southwark Council is a Tango 

with private equity firms  

Barangaroo under a stone rip off dragnet

cash flows cowabunga.

 

My temples ringing with reduced global

headcount like fox-hunting the skies its legal

like tenement shift dwelling deeper inside 

my line-managers mangled heart soiree 

will likely vanish and I'll staid on in 

grease-boiling front-line outmarking 

your colleague-enemies London drained

of all human life isn't it fucking marvellous 

now we can really get back to this real post-life 

rebuild and miasma the atmosphere! Footjobbed 

rural retreats are in splinter form round

up all the peanuts, crushed dust

vanguard logisticians 

forming an aleatory map of a city

its winter you forgot a wailing 

offshoot a shrinking gut reboot 

its a gig and go homeless, tough sil 

from the sinkhole forgotten people 

thriving in the undercrofts or pelted windows

lassoing four decades of grouting 

that is HISTORY to the outer dark,  

a thole in my head is unchecked scullery

the pewter scrubs away any civic unrest, 

always did 

 

We know from reconstruction and you didn't 

listen so I have to set fire to this mountain 

of crated plastic bottles, the size of a short

terrace-house covered in shrink wrap 

stacked on wooden pallets burning all 

day and all night, the plant wall buckled

from the heat inside a rotary of 3 

night-shift types spontaneously relieved 

of their duties whilst the incendiary 

potential kept going and everything 

is take out this smiling law of dead mutton

asleep your town got dug up 

by a quantum chartered surveyor   

bee-lined a subterranean self-care

unit a thole in my own or unseen 

winged ambit flatten me out, run me over 

this parsed national jeremiad unmade 

on cushioned levy on every single soul sought 

doing privation overcome a bed throw 

this rotten rented sink in dynamism 

of a dog leash blow over, again  

clipping has been turned off

the kiss of death on truncheons is a

reliable ticket receipt made quieter 

to the seal of life thicket and spree 

step on the frog and make it crazy again