We tell the common people that if they submit to a code of tyrannical regulations, they shall never be in want. They do submit to these regulations. They perform their part of the contract, but we do not, nay cannot perform ours and thus the poor sacrifice the valuable blessings of liberty and receive nothing that can be called an equivalent in return.
(T.Malthus.)
Eating shit earth unbowed steadfast
&red in the face its
understandably puffed anger
of (e.g. human) warmth with salt tears
stepped onto my tongue & spread
a slanting edge of ‘morrow
to incise a name not mine
O & to what many consider actual blood
through the spy gash
from this heart full of ire
down a throat return’d
my free speech betwixt us twain
arm to arm I throw my gage,
my name alive to light itself a name
the furthest verge of caverns gilded blame
or starlings crashing at nights black’d hymn
our solemnities in wax disfigured it
in your desires blood
a single blessedness still
as I give curses to enrich
for 36 yobbos of philharmonic pitch
sang Sarg Yobbery 808,
of boy inverted spells yobbo
1. you are not but apart from
&unfaithed in Margaret Thatcher’s grain
2. sunk a knuckle of evils blame
end end! end life!
end wishes greatly coming from fair ideals!
end this dispraised mood!
brave awake
ere my tongue if you would know
roughcast & strung up
to high heavens lullaby
O for each year a year dead of wall’s chink
in this desiccated evening sick
upon before once my name
that you stole of lesion harelipped false &tuned
as oath on oath of twisted faces
became you& your tarnished places
as to be undelivered
o dear last night under a full moon
some nice person
decided to smash my carwindows
& steal a single B & W 602 speaker
(series 3 - black),
a Technics record bag containing
a Rotel amp
& various cables & cds
& my favourite green jacket
sickly spent this hateful evening
of blood in my eye marveled a negadive
so the river filled shrubs hello
shelved air crashing to smarted circles
mute grot spires give away to show &tell
the enemy within exculpated yobbo scum
England dendritic cell populations
on snake breathe so Georgian
that rites tryst a brooding
history of blood code
dear canary stuck tight
you die tonight by spited numbers
behind a coking plant is a counter-measure
of who dares wins in pearled media blots
out perjury ordered
on day scrim eating GB84
denaturalise neoliberal iterations of freedom
nolens volens undo this present ill
we will continue to live in the daring's
of good vs evil
of freedoms tyranny a bell rings to split
a shortened grip less spike of this bolted body
a nose cap in spite
bladed lodged beside
tears of endless bright
hireling night impeach'd
a cosh made wraith inside
of mainly drunken speech
éminence grise unsickled of life after death
the poverty lobby galvanised me
our wet tories have their ears bent
with stories of appalling hardship
of other territories
spiritual & material
confiscating responsibility
from the individual life
itself unloved to die inside
your alien subject
you that pinhole & flayed
itself outside my trench
bent asunder to the freedoms succeed
be reminded
there will always be some who suffer misfortunes
for which they cannot provide
&they should be helped by
relatives, friends, voluntary groups,
& as a last resort of course
by the State,
realise of faith still violates your name
so laid arsenic on Brook Street
for a quiet life confiscate responsibility again
from the individual the fundamental mistake
is to look to compulsion to do the work of freedom
cannot create what can only be created
by individuals acting on one another
to love miscall in sickness invade
on questions of functions
by taking ordinary people into your confidence,
you will create the army that you need to come,
at last, to victory as life is halted Caroline Cox
at home do you believe in cutting sheath
of undreamed prosperity
O woe a bleeding heart
cured hide skin bracken wide
I close up again the slogs of your necktie
what is the average cost of living in the UK?
with stones wandering to &fro is junk in a orifice
drops bootstrap racked over coals
picked to grow need & show
armfuls crossed stretched wide
to white deb lace curtain
at boreholes to my ear alone
say 'life' is sick
to retreat in cinquefoil rusticum jus
steadily worse I close up
&hide myself a torch of burning wax
weighing two pounds gored from Broughams
to jobless Gambeson on a dead code
asleep in creosote is the same
where life’s hasp flares out
of anguished indictments
&talk of encroachments
a soulless pale of points drooping to hack
at your bodies consumed fires
to thrown to wind reduced to ashes
that old customs died the remaining exploding din
Sarg Yobbo,
kiss into a stump
within the budding grove
of fleshes red for reds sake alone
&hopeless in thrums
to accept them twisted through now silent
I. I Have Always Worked Hard
willing &at minus
hard on burning backbone Barroness Cox,
ascent into blood of children
on the dawn before a mothball drops
so unworkable bootstraped& racked over coals
to a trickle of coded signals picked of need to grow
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 for a weeks wages
on its deserting dying in smokeless power
blithe in the Scotch mist or money in the mattress
do it for yourself!
