Monday 30 August 2021


 We can fairly aver that a reduction of wages in the woollen manufacture would be a national blessing & advantage, & no real injury to the poor.By this means we might keep our trade, uphold our rents, & reform the people into the bargain.


J.Smith: Memoirs of Wool. 1747 II





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 & thus the poor sacrifice the valuable blessings of liberty & receive nothing that can be called an equivalent in return. 






Now your rumple thorns 

&scour an alienated silhouette unwrit

the same heartless registrar burning a HR bulletin hole 

bolted into callused fingers 

the cruellest colliery cramps payroll troll

 fuck it.  as they casually seek 

to remove parts inside —dry heaving— somewhere

 in arm’s letter length its subsong

 trembling& wisp'd over-whelming   

clavichord of the damned& suspended tic force

gets charred the hand that feeds

the migraine weather

said aloud or under briar

turns in unchecked off again

to sweat in the database vale 

tiered light to thrifted light 

nozzle to nozzle tight 

your entitlement to occupational sickness is reduced by half

with efficiency closed, to a tabless forward

best wishbones for your continued recreation 

in twilight slits the timeserver glinting 

now meant to live as inadequately as told

to a ruction you cannot exhaust 

if there are any other ways

it drones out in lines I inhibit

militia swallowed off the merest anode

mnemonic, rented on webHome .cloches

the effigy of a wren

burst like everything I sang dead again

for a work ethic unchained 

unbarred the integer for Fiscal Stylus 

has calculated that the user, you

are foul of our estimate,  a ‘cut’  to £0. in a hole 

known as a sanction through whom I see no bliss at all!

O wicked wall, fulminate mist jilted. 

mudguards. in pith. sunk

woe I am to this wall's woe hole sealed 

to dangle work upon the spy gash 

& hunches consecrate & twist

all rime on felled sickle croaks  

up liquid fiscal pricks

today the Ocean is buried

today death for garnets in pockets 

today eat 5% now to your peace kindling,

today CSJ has built an alliance on poverty

tomorrow skiver punnets long for ouroboros 

in sepulchre eat sick off red-tapeworms 

known as a sanction for a heart of nothing  

known as large analgesic of my lanyard, wrapped 

I have found myself crannied inside a hole 8pence thick

in autogas Feud Baron Feud 

laid to rest

down the CNS you moved,

 unclinking betwixt a billfold screed

so the Working Group members anonymity will recover 

in your children's birthmarks 

as to work dangle requirements  

& out-of-work indentations remain sundered

to in-work indentations a pruning knife 

& to be found in & of compelling evidence for the idea that money earned through work carries more utility than money received from benefits by both Government & Opposition

      O rift goaded to & go

 waking least lowest most ragged 

& dismissed in not your own, 

not yours to remove

an empty lease figured of starred & pricked eyes

grown inward all valued tight

flayed a rota of me somewhere in arm’s letter length 

 open the payroll or I will implode

&eat through a haze length of numbers,

of an arms length on salvoWEB 

countersign upon countersign

with ripped-out sprigs gently absented 

& fairest oak approved Work-Force pedants 

made on the cruellest of woes 

or most anxious of heaves

inside at arm’s letter length doglegged

on this fairway suspended tic

yearly planner eats my meniscus,

Mother has an Ovaltine & settles down 

she does not say the word for 

Harym, harm, as in roadblock

cracked to a kind of twilight,

of dependency & worklessness

as old as speculative charts made of rose 

on spotless pour in cause over mattered

to swell up the chaff 

is unacceptable, & is the subject of this report

after too much harm

work does not pay it concludes 

‘looks’ or ‘feels’ at the heart continue 

to relieve poverty, reduce worklessness; increase fairness

support positive behaviour, reduce benefit dependency; and

increase the affordability of the system

under cleanness a spot of rose in the 

surface corpus struck inside my throat

 take a heretical nosedive incentive

Dr Stephen Brien, Nicholas Boys Smith David Godfrey 

James Greenbury, Nicholas Hillmanm, Sara McKee, Dr Peter King, Lee Rowley, Debbie Scott, Corin Taylor 

all upended in the street bloodlocked 

the affordability of the system downed 

by F-Troops FLS hon. caus. pecunia non olet 

starved beyond work are rats carved on Haymarket Street

for a dynamic welfare state 

by the Private Banking division of Lloyds Banking Group

&work to move away from permanent dependency

to increase the affordability of the system

with sedition a weak voice speaks 

on ponderous vomit-packed poverty porn

or an Orrery of this & the spy gash above me

is of pure ipsissima verba 

as in to ‘cut’ a hole 8pence thick

to Broad Street seeing through the eye 

of algebra dead in antitheses of the communal

as a golden song downturns 

has merely served entrenched 

& perpetuated its causes as lack 

is a good thing 

O excellent man, the true pattern of singular courage 

& unparalleled enterprise, whose lot it was to be obnoxious 

to fickle fortune, & suffer adversity with few intervals of prosperity!

That sepulchre that Janis Dobbie* eats  

is one of red-tapeworm sanctioned a dead son 

in a chink a heart of nothing 

my large analgesic lanyard 

& or bones blown into flag ended 

in sepulchre for ended; smyth’d

for heart; ibansheth

for banisht; Iendeth

for smite, &to skip nave, 

screw in & be small & to be hard

close the door shuddering into disincentives 

this a known sanction to a wider gap to cut

on undesirables faint with gestures,

in our heart of hearts 

is sedition charred to work 

ended henceforth 

in alteration of 8p unchained 

to carve out not cut but scar & 

by reducing a last

balanced arc of firebreak 

for society inside a cash flow problem is 

Dominic Raab inside Dominic Raab is 

equality before law problem, 

the right to counsel problem 

& the right to a fair trial problem 

be hurting poorly targeted rapiers of the unemployed 

& the shuddering disincentive 

to increase the affordability of the system

that it produced inside you 

Dominic Raab is O wall, O sweet chink


lovely wall ground & mine! 

the user you this is 8pence thick& of no bliss!     

curse tears again confound pay as you earn & cast to ground

& we will do everything, work with anyone, overcome every obstacle in our path to jobs & prosperity 

&I am weary as the night rejected or decayed inside over declaration snap 

allow us to design a coherent system 

that deploys the vast welfare budget

I am 12 years old dead

I have always worked hard doglegged 

& handed an (e.g. human) warmth 

eaten on form-filling on 

           drill bits have you tried 

streamlining five practical measures



1. Death of chief wage-earner. 

2. Incapacity of chief wage-earner 

though accident, illness or old age. 

3. Chief wage-earner out of work. 

4. Chronic irregularity of work.

5. Largeness of family.

exit moonshine above the poverty threshold

O workplace 

O my private light? 

not applicable 

I seek death or reasonable 

(e.g. human) warmth 

problem.  clanks.  

I am red in the face & its  

sold at augury for chase,

while the destiny of you Dominic Raab

goes regrettably faint, 

was that Sit-down Peter yes

sit down  (e.g. human) warmth 

in 2008 I was 12 years old 

inside a bin outside Lloyd’s bank 

a disbursement of omens– who broke the stratagem –

who broke in 2008 

(a) strategy 

(a.ii) disarmament of ombudsman's

across the land the plight of the unemployed

is a massive bust of Lenin 

rescued from the former Soviet Union 

at the end of the Cold War & located 

in the village of Thenford in Northamptonshire 

at the 70 acre estate belonging 

to Baron Heseltine of Thenford


a canard into a stockbroker drowned 

beneath me an invisible toll, 

the poorhouse reduced disincentives &earn more

to increase the affordability of the system

as great a foil for pseudo-ironic wharfs 

pointed Canary throttled 

inside a repository with a briquette of debating champagne

to the disappearance of the oligarchy 

to a houseboy themed philistine competition; 

a billion at Lloyd’s sticked in bits fell off or down or since 

& the hankering stops

I can think of worse ohms 

to beautify under moonlight 

abolished absolved 

to me belayed this ladder inside

securely chain mailed honeycombed clapped 

the rent sector backs a penalty for vespers 

over time will no one rid me of?

doglegged & handed 

(e.g. human) warmth again 

The Chartered Institute for Personnel & Development believes in nothing & hates everything

on a wrecked request 

officer knows no bounds, you know me

I ought to know or have known but as my last

sick balance emits 

O i’ve tried drill bits 

that wrecked inside close to skin

I asked for forgiveness but will it be given?

condemned to ban thyself in indices 

spring out under the whole 

data, personal, emotional irrational pellet I take 


There Is No Alternative 

as waste bins are caged & padlocked

food dies away from seeing 

 O, bloodwormed. Surround. people 

hope is a better see aspiration  

SICKLED proboscis itch

light scraped in abysmal score-print

gives the green LIGHT to 

a looping hairpin itch 

reaping me now dog-legged 

to an (e.g. human) warmth 

&hole strickened as I sing aloud 

from this lights edge is section 13.5 

contained within yr contract, 

the most vulnerable s(e)c(t)ion 

angled inside or tacked on

to dictate the bean counter my private light?  


Egad clanks without prejudice save as to costs 

incised in halting vanes extruded 

a mock light &O lovely wall, 

ground & mine delivered here by 


twitching by the lifting bar 

a fourth step was added 

I did not see & I have fallen back inside, 

a hole 8pence wide known as a sanction 

a grenade pulse a bleak croak &we

know from our web analytic figures people drop dead

into 12 twitching sides, 

&it takes on average 17 minutes for a hole to bore & be

known as a sanction

of this our torturing hour 

God hooked grim night Dominic Raab

turniped to bedevil his government

to chain nothing to nothing tight in stifling light 

dies an epoch down inside your throat 

I'll be skydiving from 15,000 feet for no charity

sickness comely flux of blood burstedness

until judgment is handed down upon my head 

& to wait & to be inside your throats cam rig finally 

to speak through you as we tenderly write 

to the European Research Group 

closing with divine nature of your indignation 

of the worst idlers in the world! clanks

beareth the ungrafted with worms & locus light 

O grim night I break my teeth upon the ledger 

hit a brick wall & grind down into the shape of a V 

with a tail &ask  

what is a blue at Oxford? 

(a) sickle pricked spike my inside chide, unhorned

(b) a twitching lesion of a gullet of a man 

that night broke off on

(c) sealed to cough & look pale this rattling tongue black as bracken night broke off on  &speak most to my capacity I was clothed in light a whiteness of white itself I was whispered into twitching sides to see wretchedness  

O'er government minded 

increase the affordability of the system



my childer has unreturned when William of Orange came to the throne & made me sick & blue in heart & mind

an unrallied life as nation wraith crossed inside 

unmarred lifeblood this a life 

in disobeyed meters spite

& sunder energy, water, education 

& the NHS –to a barren protest

walk inside this Gentleman's club  

& cavort these poppies on my eyes 

my ears & nostrils my palms extended 

along a broken name 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 Right Honorable Pugilist  

now 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 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 

speak most to my capacity inverted life  

whispered in a crannied hole or chink, 8pence thick  

&O duty tender &O take your places shiver

& O scorn did fall upon me

for lust of your strength 

so brazen under the frozen light 

of the UK Austerity Programme 

&unending nature of its perpetual life 

death on nights of looting snitched

 I read you under gaslight body without organs

& imagine your broken voice reading back to me 

through a crannied hole a whispered sunk in my earglow 

i hear you speak to my heart Dominic Raab

your tender voice broke  

bequeathed of Dr Cahlloner's Grammar school, a choke

sapping my pleas as I mellow 

in the remnants of

these burnt out commercial leases to start again 

struck ripe for cut hold 

&enforcement of competition i remain

to cut myself wide by the integer of Fiscal Stylus a hole, 

8pence wide O now on your own to rumple thorns inside

tonight & scrub a divided shadow unwrit

Dominic Raab as a discrete murmur to yourself 

the same cold audit 

scouring your personnel into miserable automatic 

reactions a murderous cut-throat incentive to unfasten 

tongue from mouth, mouth from head 

& somewhere in arms letter length a true freedom

screw in & to be undying 

tremor lock a tendril &overcome 

this body most ragged & dismissed

Dearest Dominator,

cleaned of the unconsumable cleared of all unproductive sterile 

the unengenderd suspended tic force nozzled to nozzle tight 

under the mulberry tree you have my hands 7 of them 

&i am plucked of pride but retain all of my adult teeth 

enought to I drink to your Rt Hon. 

through spectral hands 

on this halted night to live out fright 

& menace of your brazen contempt of life

& to break all rime for cost 

egad life for all life is measure 

a cut & to be snapped cap &made into a signet

of your unalloyed brilliance &bedazzle of your histories 

carved out eyries inside the body politic the body that

I dispossess every night under gilded light 

& void me of all your concentric curses

& of all the worlds rime felled bloodless ear

to sing sweet your lifes fever & shrill bitterness 

will unreign 

& I seek death 

& reasonable adjustments to my workplace immediately 

o god on farced  

o go & do o god o o o god & in

my competences are billfold 

of (e.g. human) warmth 

body clamps tight-ENDS-chamfered at the bit 

my sick balance of (e.g. human) warmth 

hangs onto numbers my clanks   

 fuck off

duffer.  I am red in the face & its  

a known 2008 carnation

the burden of employment regulation in the UK 

has swollen six times over the last 30 years

spit in the gale of what might have been narrow, barren, rough, & unprofitable hoping, perhaps, to grace strangers who are both unworthy 

& ungrateful for the 

sake of an island of silver hazard 

the loss of one of gold & what has been or to be 

cruel, I. I Have Always Worked Hard 

my tongue on ballcock itch prosperity

teeth sworn in brokers of dominium  

you should be treated like 

clamps in factotum a mock signal 

how cloudbursts have been 

& what has been new 

an invisible toll for 

guillotines I do not know. 

                             other echoes 

murderess, v-necked lemures 

dig anti-fends & nattering hole stricken 

Margaret Thatcher’s graft.           No.

Margaret Thatcher’s gramophone .           No. 

Margaret Thatcher’s grace.           No.  

three yobs in Margaret Thatcher’s grain. sunk

a knuckle in 2008 undated

for 36 yobbos of (e.g. human) warmth burnt

for the most dedicated fathom,  imagine 

 – who broke the stratagem – disclosed the most ridiculous

in 2008 

I was 12 years old dead

scrapped to cheeks a lull for teeth inside 

closed harmlessly &armfuls crossed stretched

of winters discontent reamends 

teeth died in warehouses 

in transept weary dog-tired &do you 

slowly see through worksick 

picked of need to grow over 

teeth died in warehouses 

to rats inside our footholds

over head turns billfolds 

O blossom stuff whirlwind lodged in flue 

the pivot hole sticks again

in the rigid queues &always at minus

that on teeth to be willing to 

& 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, 

a tombola for a heart 

no servant bids for you

turning dot on blossom 

in rigid &always at minus

that on teeth creep out of your luck 

that the Boy Scouts enabled you to escape 

Cruddas, having been created Baron Cruddas, of Shoreditch in the London Borough of Hackney, was introduced & took the oath, supported by Lord Leigh of Hurley & Baroness Stuart of Edgbaston, & 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 out of beat 

Peter Andrew Cruddas, 

having been created Baron Cruddas, a cur

inside that common ailments are meant

heil downer raked to the groundsheet 

poor aspirant child CMCyou &your coinages 

when you die on dotage with ghostly cries

narrow 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 of Baron Cruddas 

& his atheistical carriage in unfaithfulness & stubbornness 

to become undone twisted scoffing at the ordinances, 

summon forth this larynx malformed 

a one-eyed piglet the people of God

profane at age 15 rictus piled

you wear a crown of thorns a dispersal of ice blue injure 

inside the heart of young boys crammed beat 

&crushed where you use to hide 

when you were poor of common ailments 

loosely dreaming a clock in a beat mine &put this 

clock out of beat of Cruddas Motto 

inside alms you use to cry

 inside a broken stitch

where you use to hide 

 or ticktock, ticktock 

in heirloom proud varicose 

to entwined upon dead vows 

&unstitched inside 

with what hour it is,  

the winding arbors removed  

a sentry of decimal's erupting

immanetize the eschaton 

over what is our hopeless work? 

Baron Cruddas tomorrow

closed for & filled 

with desiccated incentives 

superintended on my swollen grave inconsequence

decided not to look inside 

my crawling eyelids had their URLs 

redirected in a silent creak of armaments  

& I would like to be at the other hand 

receiving the hardness of facing you transparent 

to bore a hole as he was named 


see inside through & through again 

the richest man in the City of London, 

 failed to leave the proscenium 

in clandestine receipt of money

a hand dropped goes down

by croak overcome 

or convened to reconsider the matter to do better

in the light of all evidence of the UK Austerity Programme 

this eternal emblem of providence & your own Cash for Hons. 

there is no possible way of making an inference

from the existence of one situation 

to the existence of another you said 

an entirely different situation & closed the door 

to ashes we cannot infer 

from events of the future

from those of the present 

a superstition is nothing but in a decimals 

erupting your blood around chrome balustrade 

fronted traffic environmental zone 

poured through languid song

in the City of London, 

it is business to be fingertipped

this is life from the Alpha Testing System

condemns you to Good over Evil, Life over Death 

&chicanes are both Good & Evil 

like a blockade keg is a still from the viewpoint

where the sun shuts a boot collapsed to face

&your spawn will bare the title 

The Hon'bles to my twitching muzzle hardtype 

or to have a wish repealed 

helping people lift themselves out of poverty 

are swollen patches in the corners 

where your lips meet & make an angle

the boundary between public & private O

O laburnums wrapped in Glencore-mined metals

as  I ate workloads to hissing canisters outside

&smiled ruck & to unspelling our conserves




Peter Baron Cruddas, 

I hunger despot tears in vermin tracery spoiled

colourless i crawl through the flue of your throat 

the separations not for privies alone 

& the mob outside your childhood home 

whilst you are piss craved on bended knee 

for Tory clubhouse insignia 

uncircle this night of wetrooms  

of suck & stoles of self-refunded woodpiles

hope is self-combustible 

shouting at the appalling sky 

Baron Cruddas on bent knee  

this night cries back

fetishcries from heart’s disguise

the edge of nothing 

strike down to my soul here tomorrow today

helping people to lift themselves up out of 

& stay out & go hireling

& strip off get emetic in light sacrifices 

to no starlings grace the mock air of a lined glen 

whimper through ‘Abide With Me’ or bleeding out a stone

a loud scree Rishi a mothball belly collapses 

&I saw feral boys wandering 

with cracked heads all reckless with stones 

& things like that Dido Harding, you see her 

after a cyber attack a Malware crash button Hepatitis B 

or something revealing the details 

of a million petalled faces 

anonymity is sacred 

Cedric, Epaulette, Falcon, Rochester, 

Waterford, Yeastvite & Zara deboned 

all in dark outside clipping,

 we thought we saw it moving  

to relieve suffering Dido Harding in the carbine ellipse 

is anything representing a motorcade 

in hate ricked with a heart of shrapnel 

our little empty lanyards dangle

out Serfton archangel partly swollen,

as hours never die softly 

in a rentiers ring-a-rosie

to all the broad acres 

of Kennington Common formerly enclosing 

with other armholes such as larch & paste

My hon. 

landowner crimps menials &tendon maturities end to end 

trespass on land& you will be kicked hard 

one inch below the heart, 

no doctor will console you 

no doctor will defend your blood gargling 

from overflowing in the corner your mouth meets

as the night downs 

upon a blundered pane of glass 

a mirrored grey 

sallow face appearing 

kissing all the while the back of your now dead neck 

thumbing & fingering 

Michael Richard Weatherley 

summoned the whole of canting arms 

otherwise known as LASPO

as per Weatherley's law terms were made, helmet sowed

in favour of corporate body closed holes

was an enclosure was by those who acted together 

was united in one person was before the sovereign 

when any lord shall enter Parliaments chamber

to assign to him his place, according his dignity 

& degree, to carry the ensign of said order

for the offence of abstracting electricity, 

or climbing through an open window 

knocked the maximum sentence or 

cordoned scrap my die-sinker 

you revel in & say

the plans are ready & the builders fingers 

are itching but the old corroding we

must work closely with local enforcement authorities  

 my eyebrows drop with rubber truncheons 

& it is late & my soul is dark  

until they bled trampled pavements I leaned against,  

looked in. 

My hon. Fiend will  

 throw pails you shied away from    

 smiling quietly for you only I tear a balance sheet

to leave a property within 24 hours