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Friday 17 June 2022

The Church, deconsecrated Hallowed All (Draft)

 



The Church, deconsecrated 

Hallowed All 

Sun spots like 

sky car-melting 

 

beams from the helpdesk

watch a city you haven't

 

suffered enough for 

alliterate petty flowers 

 

all bursting on the perimeter

CITY OF LONDON B.C.

 

berswerk go on traduced

adrenals dog whistling

 

15th floor air conditioned 

look at where people 

 

have been thrown 

stuck in compulsory preserves

 

solicitor surveyor Knight

Frank the wrong charting

 

permission think 

I should start talking again

 

now don't put me in vise 

you run with bureau drape its catching

 

slit ladders prospectus 

to skin I have no additional payments

 

I have only underclass collages 

which I can’t make pay

 

and intact for future 

starred inbreeding class

 

like the luxury of patience

or rose in a melting vase

 

you beg over budge you 

screen some decency 

 

and then the principles kick 

in something like all of us 

 

in this dream station 

of turnips raising 

 

through me holding 

as looping goes

 

the coldest parts of a body of

water breaks into fibre 

 

keeps a moat

vein intent look

 

embrasure says it

all weyface stingyed

 

iron darts 

on my back hillside 

 

had free space anyway 

its cheap

 

as shit for soil 

do the dentist chair at art show

 

afraid of loud 

temperance runaways

 

but they catch 

my crosstongued  

 

winged play

death at Penarth

 

& insult court 

w/ emerald tuck 

 

smeared of claret

rage out vinegar fumes 

 

then to be saved

that hole of built misery 

 

to be your pet

your injured dog 

 

little boy 

snarks on beat 

 

under over artificial hillocks 

with cheek kissing buildings  

 

people turn into shadows 

easily 100 meter ukase 

 

the order speaks 

of an uninjured party

 

dank with jambs in cove

Our Client if you require 

 

amendments please contact

the sender of which this is not

 

old chestnuts now carbon

all the more love to bromide 

 

in my windpipes 

anti-rot warrants in my head 

 

and a welt of nectar dust to 

galaxy incense 

 

w/ hassle blood

the most mettled heart 

is mine and mine alone