O apparatus the Action Plan downed
inside is starched thermoplastic now
an object position has taught me
the hyper inflated outcry
visitors under globe
to be careful ‘hailing’
politics is not politics game over
I conceded at University College
of Estate Management, a life
Ex cultu robur of Horizons on Queen's Rd,
cut out of the sky falls
the eventide a member ex-officio
abide with me
in hand and hand alone
out of life's little day
the earths joys grow dim
dimmer in all around I see
my closing eyes to be
still minus that on teeth, help me
Get Living here
backed biting hopeless boughs to be willing
closed on bloodthrift
run over with flowers,
little guillotines in the skies
flashing on and off
as ward-mote leads to Garden Bridge™
bidding in the sun of your eyes
Dear Adrian Glasspool, redacted through said sunless eyes
dear last burrowed resident we cannot maintain
'26 acres of land for one person’ & hence
blood hooked under a
stack commuter sprawl broken bits
flogging to a croupier fireside chews
nothing much but embers
of prole-whispers
ROMEO Y JULIETA
give us bad chests solidarity
how do you eat with lips of scrim?
&charred linnet buff burning for burnings sake
tend sideways for attrition of ivory bale
broken in all i see around me
my closing eyes to be
the earths joy grows dim
in all around I see
my closing eyes to be
still minus that on teeth,
I put down the Balance Sheet
in my hands curl inside
reserve position
there are birthrights
& therefore smallholdings of puck dons
retrieve the forelocks,
they are to be boiled and cooked later
release red fuses in my armistices how harmful
REAL ESTATE ASSET MANAGEMENT LIMITED
O bending verge
we will do everything
work with anyone,
overcome every obstacle
in our path to jobs and prosperity
is a dead body inside a living body
and all our hornets
are all your hornets i am /
your hectare pricked on a swooning sigh
footholds curacies of nightlight
buried, England’s brag-corpsing
O much to work ahead the likes
of which I cannot see the end of
contain the ideal of the buried,
bucolic nulled up inside my home
the watchdog Matthew Allwight in the shrub-land,
come hither this
untouched heart that goes below it is
coiled after all/ passionately delineated
by my separate mouths.
