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Friday 28 May 2021

THREE POEMS BY COLE DENYER (2021)


THREE POEMS BY COLE DENYER 






1

Now on your own,  they rumple thorns  

 & scour a mutually alienated silhouette unwrit,

 humming the same heartless registrar   

 burning a HR bulletin hole 

into miserable callused fingers 

the cruellest colliery cramps payroll troll

 Fuck it.  as they casually seek 

to remove parts inside —dry heaving— somewhere

 in arm’s letter length its subsong

 trembling& wisp'd over-whelming   

clavichord of the Damned  

  suspended tic force.

Gets charred, the hand that feds

the migraine weather

use of all the partners of spendthrift

said aloud, or whispered under briar

  turns in unchecked

 light falls off again

sweat in the database vale 

tiered waved yet buoyant,

     thrift adjutant us, again

                              nozzle to nozzle tight

           O rift a goad to go  

       walking to remould,

                waking least lowest

most ragged & dismissed,

not your own, not yours to remove

 empty lease, figure of  starred& pricked eyes;

grown inwards in this weaved

perimeter all valued

load-bearing embittered care

rills abstention

such as belief is invited to a disciplinary

hearing remade to provide

medicine & or attend apprehensions,

with imbroglio-heart,

in excommunication

unity in other work;

going homeopath, doing DIY

people think misericord

reprobates in a circuit, as in raft

extends, indefinitely

you at each other

screaming in the direction of other bodies

at sunrise rhythming

if ellipsis is the only harm done

 with something you can’t

 of vanishing like to or as 

the final ever Adult Cataclysm Tribunal  

fractured light is monstrous

and invisibly-cold.


Flayed rota of me 

—somewhere in arm’s letter,

a monologue sprocket docked

 to goal over-lives

 open the payroll or I will implode

a blow of state, or shill the very foundations

call the Honourable Artillery Company

over &over &over again

in set-tos that hold them,

still not dead

to bring the city to a halt

and to fail singularly

eat through haze

of an arms length of numbers,

on salvoWEB countersign upon countersign

with ripped-out sprigs

a livelihood of rubrics,

here the coup de grĂ¢ce

gently absent from fairest oak

approved Work-Force pedants made on

the cruellest woes

 or most anxious heaves

at arm’s letter, water cannot be disconnected

said Work and Pensions but merely rerouted

in shame, gently accompanying

private waste.


Doglegged as contingent, as failed urgent response

applause every security clapped away,

every induced monstrous

datableed in the throes  

would tell us in touching ditch

grown apart—

a negative whole,

revenant spew ever-beckoning,

never arriving new speak  

whispering effectiveness

at when we meet factotum to factotum.

Or in a damaged freedom

on this their fairway,

waterless suspended tic

yearly planner eats my meniscus

so riven in

orchestral strings come

for a strategic priority

choking snag regress

the same bloodless pinch

rite of errors in remembrance.

Your entitlement

to Occupational Sickness

is reduced to half

with efficiency closed, to tabless forward

best wishbones for your continued

recreation silts in twilight

the timeserver glinting violence you made

imperishable straitjacket the ruction you

can't exhaust the ruction

you are now meant to live

trying to as inadequately told as;

If there are any other ways

It drones out of anguish

in lines I inhibit

militia cut off the merest anode

swallowed mnemonic, rented

on webHome .cloches

the effigy of the wren

like everything I sang dead again.


2


WORK ETHIC UNCHAINED


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



The Integer for Fiscal Stylus has calculated that the user, 

You are foul of our estimate,  a ‘cut’  to £0. in a hole 

known as sanction through whom I see no bliss at all!

O wicked wall, fulminate mist jilted. 

mudguards. in pith. 

I woe I am to this wall's hole woe sealed 

to dangle work upon the spy gash & hunches consecrate & twist


All rime on felled sickle croaks  

up liquid.  fiscal pricks

today the Ocean is buried

death for garnets in pockets

 eat 5% now

to your peace kindling.


Today CSJ has built an alliance on poverty

so skiver punnets long for ouroboros 

in sepulchre eat sick off red-tapeworm. 

Known as sanction heart of nothing  

known as large analgesic of my lanyard, wrapped 

I have found myself  crannied inside a hole 8pence thick

in autogas Feud Baron Feud 

laid to rest

down the CNS you moved,

 unclinking

 betwixt a billfold screed.


The Working Group members 

anonymity will recover 

in your children's children's birthmarks 

as work requirements  dangle  

& out-of-work indentations remain 

to in-work indentations a pruning knife  

found compelling evidence for the idea that money earned 

through work carries more utility than money received from benefits


Mother has an Ovaltine & settles down 

she does not say the word for 

Harym, harm, as in the roadblock

cracked to a kind of twilight,

old speculative charts spotless 

made of Rose, pour in cause over

to swell up the chaff 

after too much harm 

 cleanness of spot of rose in the 

surface  a corpus stuck inside

a heretical nosedive.

Dr Stephen Brien, Nicholas Boys Smith David Godfrey James Greenbury Nicholas Hillman Sara McKee Dr Peter King Lee Rowley Debbie Scott Corin Taylor upended in the street bloodlocked downed by F-Troops 

FLS hon. caus. pecunia non olet 

beyond work there are rats carved on Haymarket Street,

with sedition a weak voice on channel 4’s sub-culture of poverty or an Orrery of this & the spy gash above 

is of pure ipsissima verba

as in to really ‘cut’ on 

Broad Street seeing through the eye 

of algebra dead 

in antitheses of the communal. Golden


O excellent man, the true pattern of singular courage 

and unparalleled enterprise, whose lot it was to be obnoxious 

to fickle fortune, and suffer adversity with few intervals of prosperity!


That sepulchre Janis Dobbie eats  

off red-tapeworm sanctioned your dead son 

chink in heart of nothing 

my large analgesic lanyard 

& or bones blown

Into flag.  ended in sepulchre

for ended; smyth

for heart; ibansheth

for banisht; endeth

& to skip nave, 

screw in  & be small

& to be hard

& shuddering disincentives 

produced on him,  sod

shiftless this is known as sanctioning

faint with gestures,

in our heart of hearts 

is sedition char to work 

ended henceforth 

in alteration of 8p unchained 

to carve out

not cut but scar, &    

jotters overlap, by reducing.  away, a last

a balanced arc of firebreak 

inside a cash flow problem is 

Dominic Raab inside Dominic Raab is 

equality before law problem, 

the right to counsel problem 

& the right to a fair trial problem 

be hurting poorly targeted.  

 the rapiers of the unemployed 

& the shuddering disincentive 

that it produced inside 


Dominic Raab is O wall, O sweet, 

O O O O lovely wall, ground & mine! 

the £20 user  this is.    

                                             no bliss!     

curse again. tears, confound;

1. Death of chief wage-earner.

2. Incapacity of chief wage-earner though accident, illness or old age. 3. Chief wage-earner out of work.

4. Chronic irregularity of work.

5. Largeness of family.

Exit Moonshine.

3



I AM 12 YEARS OLD DEAD


 “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 

streamlining 

ten practical measures all to be taken

swiftly

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 the stratagem –

who broke in 2008 

(a) strategy 

(a.ii) disarmament of ombudsman's

    across the land 

the plight of the unemployed, 

who desperately want a foot 

on the neck firm 

make 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 

not a single grain 

of rice left over anti-jobs

indices spring out under the whole 

data, personal, emotional

irrational pellet I take 

MD MSc MRCS MFOM

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

 clanks.    

angled inside or tacked on

to interfere with private light?

I seek death & reasonable adjustments to my workplace 

immediately 

on farce o god 

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

my competences are billfold.  

fuck

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

-ENDS-

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. 


Clamps 

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 

Dead.


Thursday 27 May 2021

Ian Huntley as David Beckham (2002), 2021

 

Oil on expensive European Fabric
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