& to wait & to be inside your throats cam rig
to speak for you as your write to the European Research Group
of your indignation of the worst idlers in the world!
O grim night I break my teeth upon the ledger
& grind down bleached out & ask
what is a blue at Oxford?
(a) a sickle spiked inside my chide, unhorned
(b) a twitching lesion of a gullet of a man that night broke off on
(c) sealed to cough and look pale this rattling tongue black as bracken night broke off,
speak most to my capacity I was clothed in light a whiteness of white itself I was whispered into twitching sides see wretchedness o'er
O government minded,
my childer has unreturned
when William of Orange came to the throne
and made me sick and blue in heart and mind
an unrallied life as nation wraith crossed inside
unmarred lifeblood this a dead life
this a floor strewn in disobeyed meters
& sunder energy, water, banking, education
& the NHS –to barren protest
walk inside this Gentleman's club and fuck this child
& cavort these poppies on my eyes
my ears and my nostrils my palms extended calloused
along my broken name O disobeyed
& I was sickled to be blue &done by
a regiment of Horse Guards
that swore in through hard-work
& an undying love of country
to become a mounted branch
extending this honorable pugilistic
now for MP for Esher & Walton
into twitching sides
see any wretchedness expunged from all life
Dominic Raab look pale to this rattling tongue
inhibit these lines now ripe for cut hold
&enforcement of competition
of milkweed &honey rivulets that run down your face
like imagined tears of a lumpen sunk breed of people
that you detest & seek to kill
or mime or throw upon yourself
& all the hate you bury in your beaded eyes
black as bracken night broke off,
speak most to my capacity my inverted life
whispered in a crannied hole or chink, 8pence thick
&O duty tender it
&O take your places shiver
& O scorn did fall upon this blade
of lust for your strength
so brazen under frozen light of austerity
we have neglected to understand the unending nature of
& that you ensure to remind us of its perpetual living death
on the nights of looting
I read you under gaslight
& I imagine your broken voice reading back to me through a crannied hole
a whisper sunk in my earglow
i hear you speak to my heart Dominic Raab
your tender broken voice
bequeathed of Dr Cahlloner's Grammar school,
sapping my pleas as I mellow in the remnants of
these burnt out commercial leases to start again
ripe for cut hold
&enforcement of competition
to cut myself wide by integer for Fiscal Stylus a hole,
8pence wide
Tonight Dominic Raab,
now on your own to rumple thorns
& scrub a divided shadow unwrit
murmur to yourself the same cold audit
scouring your personnel into miserable unfeeling
a murderous cut-throat incentive
to unfasten tongue from mouth
mouth from head
and somewhere in arms letter length
its undying subsong tremors to lock tendril
&overcome a suspended tic force
nozzle to nozzle tight singe
The Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith,
under the mulberry tree
most ragged & dismissed of shone eyes spiked
Dearest Dominator you have my hands bound
i am plucked of pride but retain all of my adult teeth
dearest dear dom, I drink to you Rt Hon.
thoroughly I drink from the spectral hands
on this halted night
to live in fright and menace of your brazen contempt of life
and to break all rime for cost
egad life for all life is a measure
of a cut & to be
snapped and made into a signet of your unalloyed brilliance
&bedazzle of your histories
carved out the eyries inside the body politic the body that
I dispossess every night under gilded light
willed into action
&be there when I grind my own life back to me
when i hand my own hand back to herald
& void me of all your concentric cruses
of all the worlds rime felled bloodless
to sing sweet your life's fever and shrill bitterness
will unreign
