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
