Tuesday 14 December 2021




“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,

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*we possess  declining, many branches are,

forward, struggling to find a way

what is not

our function 

in the stock


;in British industry feed me decibels just as 

not to be mangled, burned,Information sheets 

is heeled out to tell us 

to casçade 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


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