Ah, Beautiful Sky (excerpt)
Ah, beautiful sky,
broken people replaced by
clubs everyone stands outside
TFL semi-public toilets
real time escapes you
like steel mullions
that become suddenly blinding
bloodless & inside
you sadistic rate caps
all around the air
unsolicited emotional
/financial advice
your Colonel as a father
Ah, beautiful sky,
in this country is a village
its green topiary gardens
its barcode façades
a habitat, a feeling
the world is one magnificent
shop everything is here
under a section 106 agreement
your face now fallen through
a future hybridisation
of 0s numbed encircled
as real live bombs with chain effects
its laissez-faire bonfire créationnisme
Ah, beautiful sky,
in business parks the future, no
‘we need to start making things again’
flooding synthetic turfs
and artificial hillocks with blood
a coin tower made up of six billion
penny pieces starred out in a tiara
on the head of this
fabulous city,
all forms & images
in the world can be revoked
remembering your childhood
Ah, beautiful sky,
in a regional accent
I stand in a line forever
& have been doing so red nosed
in Church Of England prayerbook,
kissing tightly for myself entirely,
to my bursting heart, my head of state
it's why I attended Army Command
& Staff College in Camberley
& NATO Defense College,
I’m finishing my last stint
as Chief of Staff
of Forces Pension Society
Ah, beautiful sky,
I came all the way from Ringwood, near
Bagnam Forest Corner
with my 16 air assault brigade
I drive a large Trojan
armour engineering vehicle
– it looks like a giant metal lobster
I fucking love it on Propser Keating
with my adjutant 10 para,
my signaller, Masher
my kindred flame
I promise that
if I die before you
Ah, beautiful sky,
I would come & tell you,
I love my country
& I sank to the bottom of it once
but you were there, my tenderest
exurban Daily Mail reader
& your lovebite continues
like a eurythmy therapy enshrining
inwardly to the most sunlight
as concrete maisonettes break up
into nothing that was never built
inside of the Head of Disputes
Ah, beautiful sky,
tacked on at random metal extrusions
they serve some sort of screening purpose
Metropolitan District Councils
over dust suppressant monitor stations
a hate bubble tangles up
roof garden, a café, a crèche,
a ‘breakout room’ the future, no
‘we need to start making things again’
it was just about this time,
& I was walking with some friends ;
it was exceedingly warm, we decided to bathe,
a weakness came over me & I sank to the bottom
Microsoft Teams Hell (excerpt)
They’ve taken the phone away
& finally installed Teams, Chat
& videoconferencing, file storage
& application integration a life
bowed into a trig point etheric
& mine are made of cables
& eyes that get internal
alone on the scale of management
a stone in your mouth from
a box you must keep
going on the care password is stamp call
& this information is most important
but does not reflect the actual duration of protection
at work or approval to untruth of tearing on & out
the chemical resistance in of the workplace is
HAHSAHSHASHDHASHD
the floor which is the place force breaks onto
4 metre alacrity wireless scanner
are to be embraced
in order to maintain all inventory levels
& all failing components,
as a fist closes to work
esprit de corps
this is mission critical,, the causative connection is discretion
& the rewards system tangle up
inside a head, strike out in nonverbal cues
to the meeting of looking &
the frequency of glances
& patterns of fixation,
&&&
my pupils dilate as blink rate increases
as teeth which hang-up in gurgles
slither out from, beneath or down
or to shut through crawling
envelopes walls & the notyetwindows
are unmonitored fingers, that nail you
from which wishes ungrant a brow of this worksong
reclaimed & inside Veolia bin lures
our said things are meaningful but
more to become stolen time in bloodthick
evasions as if madrigals brigged like blockades
you love what you do
remembering the floors
have absolutely no cracks
but a sinkhole increases daily
the passing touch under mercury vapour light
greenish white under central management office
you go in atm’s come out
the peeled arachinards of a body
from silver poisoned breathe:
A Brief Job Stress Questionnaire
& hash for life
under brambles churn up bike chains,
hammers, beautiful wires,
people, shoes & in afterglow stilled
with this loot to ban in the welfare room
again of no hope your body
is a sickness presence failing
to turned & up ctrl alt del
this a path model n.b
this variable is explained in the Results Section:
‘Arrows with solid lines represent
statistically significant paths,
and broken lines to show
nonsignificant paths.’
no kindred place
behind gates ramified this shit lanyard
grown skin to concrete
in sore spots developing
antipathies to working life
& remedies unconstitutive
company directives
being imperative to this scattergraph
is here now fading through
a mute phone call to my union rep
I sing Josh Grobin’s incarnation
of You Raise Me Up
a Hymn shared, gave thanks
There For You in declined hardships
a twisted larynx sparks
off bitter toxics daily motions
repeated on business premises
touch to touch the alacrity wireless scanner
around its intimate knowing nerve
a feeling goes to turn to them
who triaged you as a priority stage 3,
at the end of night a hymn went away
came back as affray & how to starve light
scatter graphs biff the company flag
tetches into pigeon-holes
doorframes branch & intumescent names
sit in chairs sealed persons
to bossed chains the immediate hymn goes away.
04.11.22
Ed Woollard’s crashing like a cascade
in red blood rain – this type requires specialist disposal
this type can be dispensed into a sewage drain
(not rainwater drain)
this type can be dispersed into the air
this type can be poured into your neck
and become an example made by Geoffrey Rivlin QC
the right to peaceful protest is a precious one! indeed
who whispered short-lived very swiftly repented
the lives of those he loved jeopardised a spark
and injured the thin walls
the complex broken furniture and windows
and outnumbered the right of peaceful protest is a precious one
and as you dry out in the rain,
the cascade and its motorcade
in the tiny pip the idyll of freezing mud
in six silhouetted storied separations
we lay beautifully still in our thousands upward
wandering out the imploded evil box
its video footage was played with a view to causing
a gap in the crowd below spectrally
be hurt Ed Woollard's
to kneel painfully
on stone and then wipe all expression
from your face
so that the viewer would read suppressed or inner pain
the same shots again and again,
hoping the right of peaceful protest is a precious one
Commander Bob Broadhurst of Trooping the Colour,
a dying breed at the National Siege Management Gala
I felt a suppressed or some inner pain
of unlawful killing, a pickering feeling even
inside my chiding distant ambling mouth
to keep the City open for business
as the right of peaceful protest is a precious one! indeed
slumped in an alley outside the Stock Exchange
anarchists smashing windows storming an
RBS bank branch in Threadneedle Street
a knock on the door
as it expediates Woollard’s
descending cascading
a number of missiles die
thrown a little bird told me
down a deer track, through a tough thicket of
waist-high ferns that we had discovered
–a precious peaceful protest
a clearing of sweetly scented camomile
everything around us bursting with life
pheasant cocks scurrying through undergrowth
resin dripping indecently from clefts of evergreens
like everything denied to us
flowing through our heads, our hands
a gene breakdown
in my cenotaph swingeing benzene
under frosting light the petrochemical sheen
of feathers in definite areas
removed his shoulder number
covered the bottom of his face with his balaclava
wept at the most unexpected things
Ed Woollard’s spectrally
be hurt human kindness. Human vulnerability
ringpulls lost pennies gentle patience.
Officer pushed him.
He went forward.
Thought he had hit his head.
Expected blood.
beneath the surface
of the skin or dead tissue
above the surface
hair is an attribute and part of the human body
it breaks and into an arrangement of feathers
in definite areas as wilted light is halted
or placarded weaponised from the DPP
a cruel vector of birchen pens
a redoubtable wielding roflcopter
strings of justice
drugged on right of peaceful protest
is a precious one in the courtyard apex
a tribunal extinguisher inverts the CPS
i know where every phone is
to give way to non-priority
subjects sing to taskforce sunk in
earglow or burnt out commercial leases
the category of a weapon elegised to class
a pricket gathering at the base
of emergency situations are bloodless
and maliciously cut,
broken apart or damaged
the whole or any of this
wheresoever the same may be growing,
the injury done being to the amount
then raised until they trampled pavements
I leaned against, looked in
with or without whipping Ed
Woollard’s crashing like a cascade
on a surface of locked feet in low fidelity
and kind pity
choking out the right of peaceful protest
is a precious one.
