HELLINS POST(Alkoholfolter), 2021

 

BRITISH ART REDUX, 14/06/21 SCATOLOGIC RITES OF ALL NATIONS

 

NO RULERS. NO MASTERS. NO FUNDING. NO AGENDA (DRAFT)

Imagine inside banks, embassies, 

inside a BBC Broadcast vehicle

& the homes of various 

Conservative Members of Parliament 

imagine crushing vanes on their necks

or a flag gets burnt 

& pinned to skin 

i.e. cannot be used as a valid name

to repent or scheme 

our official Chingford Skinhead 

& no forgiveness 

look at frontages fissure 

&break up 

end the decidability of some numbers

 clear some mouths of words

seal life on needless pins in footholds

light itself greyed twice

O woe a bleeding heart 

cured hide skin bracken wide

I close up again the slogs of your necktie 

beat inwards to you

deadened our meritocracies 

as if given new life 

what is the average cost of living in the UK?

with stones wandering to &fro 

is junk orifice

drops bootstrap racked over coals 

picked & needed to grow 

need and show

&armfuls crossed stretched wide

the white deb lace curtain 

at boreholes to my ear alone 

Neighbourhood Watch to say 'life' is sick

to retreat in cinquefoil rusticum jus 

steadily worse I close up inside 

&hide to myself facial tissues to door breaching

 a succumbed imbalance I phone the police  

IN THE PAST weeks our demons

have returned to haunt us seeing

the remainder in a cart, 

wearing nothing but a shirt

holding a torch of burning wax 

on chest weighing two pounds 

gored from Broughams 

to jobless Gambeson

live now on a dead code 

asleep in creosote 

 is the same  light falls off again 

where life’s hasp flares 

out of anguished

indictments & talk of encroachment

beat myself inside a botched rebel twixt 

hung above would never once more be me

&&&&so as I am kneeled 

Tommy muezzin Robinson soulless pale of points 

drops to hack at your body consumed 

by fires &reduced to ashes thrown to winds

that old customs died out 

the remaining exploding stars

it might be for us to look on 

killing as part of our own nature

Anne Marie Waters 

kissed into a stump 

within the budding grove 

of fleshes red for reds sake 

 hopeless in thrums 

& yet to accept them would be so unimaginable

 twisted through now silent

 I. I Have Always Worked Hard 

 willing &at minus 

hard on burning a backbone, Barroness Cox 

please call me Caroline

on the dawn before a mothball drops 

so unworkable that we knowingly 

and impotently prefer

shoestring barbed as bootstraped

& racked over coals to a trickle of coded signals picked of need to grow  

dear lord I have always been a scab 

for as long as I can remember!

a backleg, a knobstick knotted to a rattlesnake

a toad &vampire combined &no it is not a bad business

to have a cork-screwed soul 

or a water-logged backbone made of jelly

& glue it fares well 

when saved with alms 

dancing the Carmagnole! 

WHERES THE FUCKING STIPEND, 2015

 

Carved Redwood burnt ceremonially on the evening of the EuroMillions results

BRITISH ART SHOW REDUX 14/06/21

 

BLUE BLOODS BREADLINE REDUX (DRAFT)

An pediment inside 

your fucking head is a brig 

fraught with fevers that sensation masted  

of another's char facelessness is sacrifice! 

so put the human racecourse 

within the exclusion zone!

Earldom, whose ancestries include  

'I do not want to say any more 

thank you very much'

backhands of deboned sieve

calling them excessive 

so as to disperse the birds upstairs

on a blood revolt

Earldom, whose title-holder 

daubs backbench twine to 1611, 

King James isthmus arising out of wills

trustees and oxcart 

of prophecy rumpled on  

and I will never let it go!  

never let it fall to 

 appalling sermons of misuses  

 to turn its backbone on  

the amp of shredded use values 

 or martyrdom fault

from yr true anchorage 

this sad faction.

 

David ‘Spotty’ Rowland is not Jeffrey Epstein. 

But he did share with the deceased &disgraced financier convicted sex offender 

a friendship with Prince Andrew,

cutlasses Rowland 

paid 40 million UK pounds 

to open a door 

he renamed Banque Havilland 

and it opened another door 

whos missions statements are 

control the yield curve decided the future sanctions do not work unless adhered to by all parties what matters is western perception the more the wrongdoing is condemned the more effective sanctions will be implemented 

cloud when workload falls inside 

when the workload crimps 

garnets chilblain 

terror was replaced 

stretchformed &decambered 

small pieces of bone 

O bloodworm 

I am 12 years old 

survivor of chasing &gilding

in fine pieces the UK's trademark enzyme

on a static rig 

with one end mechanically pulled

suited to thin strip&  

with teeth on toothed edge 

self checking features

must be approximately 2.5 times

the willingness of 0.85 mm deboning 

of Queen of England

gone to stamped lipid hologram capacity 

emulsifying my caprice shut in merit 

shut away &gone.

  

DIDO HARDING BLEEDING 

OUT OF STONE the idyll of freezing mud its venues in six silhouetted 

storied separations we lay deligh- 

tfully still in our thousand upward thaw

 live off plenaries in the tiny pip

what is cause over effect? 

what is a child infirmary guild? 

Answer: a loud scree, Rishi

a mothball belly collapses to 

capsule red yearning 

and pining I saw feral boys wandering 

out the imploded evil box 

with cracked heads all reckless with stones 

and things like that,

Dido Harding, you see her 

after a cyber attack 

Malware crash button Hepatitis B 

or something revealing the details of four million faces that's why

anonymity is sacred and facelessness is sacrifice! 

so put the human racecourse within the exclusion zone! Cedric, Epaulette, Falcon, Rochester, 

Waterford, Yeastvite and Zara all deboned 

all sweetness all in dark outside clipping,

 we thought we saw it moving  

            we had to shoot it 

to relieve its suffering Dido Harding

in the carbine the ellipse in 

anything representing a motorcade

of hate you’re still the 

same persuasion rick with heart of shrapnel, 

and we will never die, 

softly or faintly again

in a rentiers ring-a-rosie at 

noon our little empty lanyard dangle

out Serfton archangel partly swollen,

without blood in a full state kit

we have to exit the vicinity only 

real workers can stay on site only

O harmful to heat contracts 

found blood in the hole 

 Dido Harding 

there's no misery for good reason 

like rocks bleeding out over Quango 

our empty white lanyards key in

services twisted through an ovoid

shrinking our insides

echo grey bloodless stones 

the solubility of protrusions 

 unstable enclosures by Swine et al. 

 to emulsify vanities fistful   

BRITISH ART SHOW REDUX 14TH JUNE 2021

 

21.00-00.00 
10 Paternoster Square, London, Greater London EC4M 7DX

The Family Office Club-#1 Largest Family Office Association/Ultra-Wealthy Wealth Management (DRAFT)

Where to scrapped cheeks create 

a lull for teeth inside closed 

harmlessly still inside bone tired 

in transept weary dog-tired&do you 

slowly see through worksick 

picked of need to grow over 

a hulking iron skeleton 

teeth died in warehouses 

&armfuls crossed stretched

of winters discontent reamends 

rats inside our footholds, 

or a brush over the head turns billfolds 

O blossom whirlwind lodged in flue 

the pivot holes stick again

in the rigid queues &always at minus

  that on teeth,  to be willing to 

or to have dispatched by defeat 

and do you slowly 

see plied from squatting

creeps out of your luck 

 a lifetime under workhouse indices 

under birthright leftovers sentinels of 

what do you feel? 

Peter Cruddas, Baron Cruddas 

no rope servant bids out

that turns dot on blossom whirlwind more 

in the rigid and always at minus

  that on teeth,  

creep out of your luck 

the boy scouts enabled me to escape 

with what hour it is.

Peter Andrew Cruddas, having been created Baron Cruddas, of Shoreditch in the London Borough of Hackney, was introduced and took the oath, supported by Lord Leigh of Hurley and Baroness Stuart of Edgbaston, and signed an undertaking to abide by the Code of Conduct crucifixion poised

all stolen excursion give us

       the clock out of beat

                   where you use to hide 

 or ticktock, ticktock inside 

at each putting 

 a clock in a beat Peter Andrew Cruddas, 

having been created Baron Cruddas, a cur

inside of common ailments that are meant

when you are poor aspirant 

slops of neglects which the teardrop 

narrows call it a massive dwelling 

 you cannot tell by 

heart rendered at each putting out of mine

 actual despot sick I made 

legitimate economic tarns by

which we are led to mean the actual

slumping of your body 

when you die on dotage 

heil downer raked to the groundsheet 

CMCyou &your coinages 

in careless magnet have

summoned forth 

your larynx molested

malformed one-eyed piglet 

considered a manifestation of God's proof 

of Baron Cruddas sins

and his atheistical carriage, 

in unfaithfulness and stubbornness 

to become undone twisted scoffing 

at the ordinances, 

ways and people of God

profane, at age 15 rictus piled

you wear a crown of thorns 

a dispersal ice blue stare 

inside the heart of young boys 

crammed beat &crushed

where you use to hide 

when you are poor 

of common ailments that are meant

to keep a rivet inside apart from you

and begins loosely dreaming

this man’s hoarding is missing
been appended and is confused
deranged mythic circumlocutions since

& speech from crowned throat seals 

in the ring outcry no one when you are poor 

from not in the mouth sang our scalpels 

upon yr thirstless rite of 

passage sang out our scandals

and sunk of our sovereigns &shoals

scriptures lifeless peerage 

 inside his bloodstream realise

a clock in a beat mine &puts this 

clock out of beat of 

Cruddas Motto shriek a war cry slogan 

where you use to hide 

 or ticktock, ticktock 

inside alms you use to cry

 inside a broken stitch

spears in heirloom proud the varicose 

to entwined upon dead vows 

end the hands to freedom 

blithe weight driven Clock Hands

stick &unstitched inside 

with what hour it is,  

the winding arbors removed from me  

a sentry of decimal's erupting 

IMMANENTIZE THE ESCHATON  

              Over what is our hopeless work?  

             hoards scuttle shift blowtorch 

to sing this bondage clip 

on a high end scourge lid

to credo at every structure hollowed 

out dried renters blood disappeared 

the truest solemnity 

to keep on heaven’s doorstep red 

a change in legislation 

has been referred to by Mike Weatherley as 'Weatherley's Law' incapacity again 

tough love maybe or

we are going to come to your door 

& administer righteousness swift 

& infallibly his clemency  to access my heart  

cashless as if tied to forelock 

lighting scraped my hurt locker 

O whether or not you should 

communicate what you are 

for cell composed to weld 

the room in two stuck to me, 

that as I move moves with me 

by reducing myself at work 

to my work is the same

Today I am not sick in the clearing of 

hornets & the passing of trade

today I limp back inside & 

to magical imaginaries twisted

to scrapped cheeks create 

a lull for teeth closed inside

harmlessly still again & that rosette

is cleaned out leaving a bracken sil

as hope is made to hide the winding arbors

are still removed promptus et fidelis 

pillaged from life lordship heretical o

ur scalpels this puts 

the clock out of beat