ii.
O wall coils cut to an (e.g. human) warmth
now dog-legged &hole stricken
I sing aloud from this edge & in your light
Dear Sergeant Yobbo,
your brightest human warmth
assuming like other members
the identity of a body who had died young
&be made into braids of armaments
&worships invisible now through spy gash
a human light made human warmth
to you unmoved clinking ha'porth
made your mouth to not smiling
I speak through the Special Demonstration Squad
using an alias of a stolen life,
an invisible toll clamped tight
an exit strategy of said name of deceased child
Sergeant Yobbo, O hole-strickened hook reaped
tight my own itch
a wreathe spiral flickers up my face
the wind over broken stars
cover the hole of this wall! O
I speak your mouths exit a bewitched helve
sunk a knuckle to sunder of thorn by name
by night you have taken
tacked to letter mother & child
Dear Sergeant Yobbo,
O you have put in the cub
got up the spout, stick knocked thricely
in the wind this here is a policeman's child
to wash this blood off from my guilty hand
the identity of a boy who had died young
under evensong of a life misspelt a life mislaid
& love of you
Sarg Yobbo,
twitched life entwined
spy infiltrated my code weaved
of each wastlings
now foresworn to be a forged life
re-emerged consequences of mine
for me this broken lamp the emails
iamfatherted@yahoo.co.uk have expired
since you ruined my life
in this here cold black pond
a shaft of light stricken white
watching in the cleaning of tears
the policing this living fear?
with my hand set down on penitence evermore Mr Yob,
how many are in your creation & unreceived
how many unforgiven
how many am I the first spawned
born in reverse of you with a dead child
or I
Sarg Yobbo,
closed to skin of mine swathed in vela
to be held in covers & sheets
to be made into blackjack or baton
upon this cosh a traitor's hand
did set it down with my name
there a promise pass'd speak
I will break it open &
within a mouth of rolled & folded papers
an improvised weapon of beermats,
horse brasses, polo mints, shoelaces
& boots squashed to form a cosh
under your arm unwanted
I am here, remaining a stealth weapon
Sargin to create a handle a haft
& a rounded head at the fold
it is me your child long-lost
shy blot shilled memory raked with holes
invisible in mouth sick led
a secret unit nail clawed to grapnel
of a boy is dead under the whole data,
personal irrational pellet
at I in this foisted bloodrot of this falsest of lights
let sorrow sway
this undid my name
& made me Sarg Yobbo spawn
is boy to dogs
a foul for what I speak
my body shall make a sundered blot
in the bloodless MET
upon this earth
as a good should
&spur reprisal &
O prodding strange evening
do you remember when you fingered my lifehole!
made of me strange & want nothing
Of what you want
to make all good formless of touch
these arms of due furbish in home stead
so sighs & tears cover my eyes & ears be stole
&I am 12 years old allied to death
into a somersault to a thin strip& with teeth on seared edges
approximately 2.5 times the willingness of 0.85 mm
deboning the Queen of England
eat shit earth unbowed &steadfast
confession stepped onto my tongue & spread
a slanting edge of ‘morrow
to incise a name not mine
through the spy gash
from a heart full of ire
a throat down return’d
died of speech arm to lingering arm
I throw my gage my name alive to light itself a name
to the furthest verge of caverns gilded blame
or starlings crash on blacken’d hymn
a single blessedness to give curses
for 36 yobbos of philharmonic pitch
sang out Sarg Yobbery,
of a boy inverted spells yobbo
unfaithed in Margaret Thatcher’s grain
sunk a knuckle of eviled blame
to end end! to end life! to end wishes!
to end this dispraised mood!
roughcast & strung up
to high heavens lullaby
O for each a year a year dead of wall’s chink
in desiccated evening sick
upon before once my name
was an oath of twisted faces
became you& your tarnished places
as to be undelivered
O dear last night under a full moon big &bright
some nice person decided to smash my car windows
& steal a single Bowers & Wilkins 602 speaker (series 3 - black),
a Technics record bag containing a Rotel amp
& various cables & cds
& my favourite green jacket
England dendritic cell populations
on snake breathe so Georgian
that rites tryst a brooding
history of blood cake
on this hateful evening
in my eye marveled a negadive
so river filled shrubs sword filled
with the breathing the affordability of the system
a dear canary throttle
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,
your name so laid arsenic on Brook Street
a bridle bit spike tongue fit to gag
I close up again the slogs of your necktie
slowly scolding & railing against
the average cost of living in the UK is poetic justice
too often in laceration of tongue is remembering affordability
Sarg Yobbo,
kiss to stump to be within the budding grove
&of fleshes red for reds sake alone
&hopeless in thrums
to accept twisted silent I.
&I. I Have Always Worked Hard
&at minus & willing hard on a burning backbone
ascent into the blood of children
on the dawn before a mothball drops
a backleg, a knobstick knotted
a toad &vampire combined
&no it is not a bad business
to have a cork-screwed soul
or a water-logged spine of jelly
& glue it fares well when dancing the Carmagnole
lovely wall, ground & mine! into twitching sides
on bending verge ogham no escutcheon
refracted in a bough of drink
cassock under dominion awaiting knight’s armour'd sac
a swooning of red faces &untouched heart of moss
lichen starch & mock Tudor coda
very little Celtic blood left over
in this appanage of carraigín
urine inside the Rose
I am your heart-to-heart pricked on
like a Pinhead in the wasteland
langued ramrod to your peace
lined home or rule rubble barricade
worthy of being held in its signal of kindling flame
or shot in the face?
O bending verge God is my right
to stick on a Lilly & blow a 10 foot
hole in London Stock Exchange
today the British spirit surges
10-points in share prices
all painted bucklers & plumy chests
porpoise oil the trading floor traffic
& environmental zone bolts
the door inn powerhouse spoils the upper vestry
raining masonry & glass on Iveco Ford Cargo
to the table heavy with song
O the venerable pale bent memorial shape
of natural need, hunger can be gelignite
or in disgust & its opposite
is reflected the whole of history
of surcoat white silk mantle lined with red
thats yr appanage handful of little rock
to their coronet of pectins water stock
within a lumen scratched on off
