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Wednesday, 15 December 2021

HAZARDS ATWO 2 (DRAFT)

 



HAZARDS

ATWO 


“Health is a state of 

complete physical 

mental & social 

well-being not merely 

an absence of disease & infirmity” 

World Health Organization 


So your nervous tab slips razor blades 

into heads & from the gate 

scabbing brocades 

& the fumes from fingernails tenderly gibbetted

grease , the odour of burning cloth

whilst wiping clean the breaking joint

the fact that we stand on grids to gorge

for nine hour solder B trepanning 

blood circles ;strange ,as bedfellows 

again & bad lighting illegalises eyes to warming 

& sworn in PPE 

(for eyelets, made this earmarks stitched to mouthholes etc.) 

that scrim & stand unbroken, 

our unavoidably seizured arms, 

the TUC doctor was not available 

reason being he had more pressing

engagements; &

it was not his job anyway, but 

but the City chuckles collapsed 

into turbulent tectonics of 

kidney shaped abscesses

curling black lids fading shells

little impish gentleman in grey, to be melted

from the grease , the odious cloth

chokes poison to your bone marrow 

with shrill laughter in throat 

& weakening of our hands & hearts; 

fill­ing us with divisions, 

confusions, tumults, & every eviled workfare; 

O I rest under apron 

it’s OK ate daily the scabs 

rolled & what they shadowed; pinkish

fumes to fumes

fingernailed tenderly & incise 

without finger-posts, without mouthholes 

marked dead or pneumatic chiseled ! without

 just by living in a town or city

 a faces vanishes  over twisted glimpses,      

  their jargon Official Analysis is 

THRESHOLD LIMIT VALUE

     as wrenching ammonia, 

tar & benzene the whole summed air 

a thorax simmers

daydreaming at home, 

feeling unwell, maybe drunk or breathless, 

or burning. of  nausea & itching 

O dry spirit rebury a binder of moulds, 

burst all in pieces afterwards 

ploughed up & go on* **********

*

**

*

*

***

yyy

*we possess  declining, many branches are, we

forward, struggling to find a way

what is not

our function 

in the stock

exchange 

;in British industry in feeding decibels just as 

not to be mangled, burnt on Information sheets 

heeled out to tell us 

the future is disorder sealed in magic lamps

as bad news bangs for everyone 

&the scale of enterprise falls, 

so does the potential for sabotage 

&blackmail in the workplace

SOS starred strange as bedfellows

, the normal logarithmic pulse 

kept running all costs, 

get polythene PoP

(inflammable) stretch it over our heads 

tie it with a bit of string this type of

thing is highly dangerous &

it is always that or die

it is always to red gush their catalyst anomies 

that or die

& The Organic Supernanny Knows Best

as only mantra is: ‘The best time to buy 

is when blood is running in the streets’ or 

to be mangled, burnt, & docked I

 imp-

lore us; spectral Keith Josephs failing with radiant closeness 

failing of someone intangibly

now gone &even the

Arch-Bishop of Canterbury old as daylight, 

waving & smiling & moving on to fade

& calling all hearts to emulate 

 to escape,d surround; of blood

of my chair; the back of a 

purge pulls suspension clauses there

are

real

dangers:-

a) They reduce your

common life

b) They kill inside & never deliver full restitution 

 The meeting

ended

promised they would be paid.

on the misery of ambiguity & forced pretense

on the misery of not being a cause

on the misery of not feeling entitled to one’s misery

on the misery of knowing that one is doing harm


Tuesday, 14 December 2021

HAZARDS ATWO DRAFT




HAZARDS 

ATWO 


“Health is a state of 

complete physical 

mental & social 

well-being not merely an absence of disease 

& infirmity” 

World Health Organization 


So your nervous tab slips razor blades 

into heads & from the gate 

scabbing brocades 

& the fumes from fingernails tenderly gibbetted

grease , the odour of burning cloth

whilst wiping clean the breaking joint

the fact that we stand on grids buckled

for the nine hour shifts

&solder B shift

blood circles ;strange ,as bedfellows 

& bad lighting illegalises eyes to warming 

& sworn in working PPE (for eyelets, earmarks mouthholes etc.) 

that scrim & stand still unbroken, 

our unavoidable seizure arms, 

hold 'but the City,' chuckles collapsing 

into turbulent tectonics of bumps, 

kidney shaped abscesses

curling black lids fading shells

 my little impish gentleman in grey, 

chokes to poison your bone marrow

with a shrill laughter in the throat 

& weakening of our hands & hearts;

fill­ing us with divisions, 

confusions, tumults, & every evil work; 

O I rest, under it’s OK  ate it  daily overscabs 

to & what they shadowed; pinkish

from the fumes to 

fingernails tenderly: 

incise without finger-posts, without 

mark or death or pneumatic chisels ! but this is yet done.

 over twisted glimpses, a faces vanishes      

   in the ground justice it’s 

     as wrenching ammonia, 

tar & benzene the wholesome air

a thorax simmers away 

daydreaming at home again, 

feeling unwell, drunk & breathless, 

burning. of  nausea & itching 

O Spirit dry rebury a binder of moulds,

* **********

*

**

*

*

***

y

*we possess  declining, many branches are,

forward, struggling to find a way

what is not

our function 

in the stock

exchange 

;in British industry feed me decibels just as 

not to be mangled, burned,Information sheets 

is heeled out to tell us 

to cas├žade water & shite over our heads or re-

placing it

with a torch battery

, the norma] logarithmic

procedure to keep the lines running 

at all costs, get some polythene

(inflammable) stretch it over our heads 

tie it with a bit of string this type of

thing is highly dangerous & it is always that or die,

& nothing is primitive as polyurethanes

red gushing their catalyst anomies 

Organic Supernanny Knows Best

the only mantra is

not to be mangled, burned,& docked I

 imp-

lore us; spectral Keith Josephs failing the radiant closeness 

of someone intangibly me& 

now gone & even now the

Arch-Bishop of Canterbury on old daylight, 

waving & smiling & moving on 

old signal flame I hold behind these songs

in heads & mouths burned out all the shit

burning whilst wiping clean 

the back of my chair;

 to escape, or surround me; to blood

& purge