Friday 5 March 2021

I am 12 years old. I am Dead (Draft)

We can fairly aver that a reduction of wages in the woollen manufacture would be a national blessing and advantage, and no real injury to the poor.

By this means we might keep our trade, uphold our rents,

and reform the people into the bargain.

J.Smith: Memoirs of Wool. 1747 II

 “We will do everything, work with anyone, overcome every obstacle in our path to jobs and prosperity.”

I Have Always Worked Hard. 

doglegged and handed an (e.g. human) warmth 

eat them on form-filling on 

           drill bits have you tried 


ten practical measures all to be taken


O workplace 

O my private light? not applicable 

I seek death or reasonable 

(e.g. human) warmth 

problem.  clanks.    in I am red in the face and its  

sold at augury for chase,

 while the destiny of you 

goes regrettably faint, 

was that Sit-down Peter yes

sit down  (e.g. human) warmth 

in 2008 

I was 12 years old 

inside a bin outside Lloyd’s bank 

a disbursement of omens– who broke stratagem –

who broke in 2008 

(a) strategy dead 

(a.ii) disarmament of ombudsman's

    across the land 

the plight of the unemployed, 

who desperately want a foot 

on neck firm makes sense,

observe the rules

canard into stockbroker drowned 

beneath me  an invisible toll, 

a great foil for pseudo-ironic wharfs 

pointed in Canary pleading 

with repository

with a briquette

of debating champagne

a disappearance of oligarchy.


The houseboy theme philistine competition; 

a billion at Lloyd’s. 

sticked in bits fell off or down or since 

and the hankering stops

I can think of worse ohms 

to beautify under moonlight 

Put another way,

abolished absolved 

to me belayed this ladder inside

securely chain mailed

honeycombed clap the rent sector will no one rid me?

for vespers 

bitten in tough torment 

bread-binned doglegged and handed 

(e.g. human) warmth again 

scandalmonger of

knees and elbows.

The Chartered Institute for Personnel & Development believes in nothing and hates everything

on a wrecked request 

officer knows no bounds, you know me

I ought to know or have known but as my last

sick balance emits 

O i’ve tried drill bits 

that wrecked  inside close to skin

I asked for forgiveness but 

will it be given?

ban thyself in 

fuck myself in this weir.

Venice of drains

not a single grain 

of rice left over anti-jobs

indices spring out under the whole 

data, personal, emotional

irrational pellet


There Is No Alternative 

as waste bins are caged and padlocked

food dies away from seeing 

  O, bloodworm. Surround. people

hope is better [*See also: aspiration]  

SICKLED proboscis itch

light scraped falls down in abysmal score-print

Gives The Green LIGHT. 

contained within yr contract, is section 13.5.      

reduce the burden  

going forward I dictate the bean counter the most vulnerable s(e)c(t)ion 

my existing pegged


angled inside or tacked on

to interfere with private light?

I seek death & reasonable adjustments to my workplace 


on farce o god 

o go o do o god o o o god o in

my competences are billfold.  


paranoid after it was revealed 

I am red 

in the face and its       

“understandably puffed anger” 

of (e.g. human) warmth 

headlights in a ditch body clamps tight


chamfered at the bit

  exploiter scarf, 

my sick balance too sweet for charter  

of (e.g. human) warmth 

you should be treated like a metastasising tumult 

and excised from the UK body politic. 


The burden of employment regulation in the UK has swollen six times over the last 30 years.

hangs onto

numbers my clanks.    

 fuck off

duffer.  I am red in the face and its  

a known 2008 carnation. 

spit in gale of what might have been 

and what has been 

Abolish the Agency Workers Regulations 2010.

Abolish the Working Time Regulations 1998.

or to be cruel, I. I Have Always Worked Hard 

rose-leaves  don't want to speak to me 

it is their right clearing every obstacle to growth 

my tongue on ballcock itch prosperity

teeth sworn in brokers of dominium  

I am there holed in solarium 

you should be treated like 

clamps in factotum mock the augur 

how  cloudbursts have been 

and what has been new 

an invisible toll, 

guillotines for gala segments  

I do not know. 

                             Other echoes 

murderess, v-necklace in wraith speculation

  anti-fends and nattering hole stricken 

Margaret Thatcher’s graft.           No.

Margaret Thatcher’s gramophone .           No. 

Margaret Thatcher’s grace.           No.  

three yobs in Margaret Thatcher’s grain. sunk

a knuckle in 2008 undated

for 36 yobbos of (e.g. human) warmth burnt

for the most dedicated fathom,  imagine 

 – who broke the stratagem – disclosed the most ridiculous rungs that enabled em’

here was marked with gold 

of what many might consider

actual blood observe the rules. 

the chieftain callus 

in 2008 

I was 12 years old