Inside are diminished stairs
to anti-finger wraptraps PACE
a place for no-one cilled jambhead
the cyanosis of The Wall illegible
to northerners & Eddie Stobarts Class Alliance
the famed ginger group, The League of Empire Loyalists
as it dissolved or merged
Rheinzink hollowed blood vessels
voided in 72 habitable floors
YouGov poll finding eight out of ten people agreed
to a depressed apex
by guises a number of design objectives
based on
the stated aims of TMO & Client aspirations
as convinced, hence retrievable from nowhere
Hidden Homes in ginnels in ennogs in snickets
from public amenities
fleet fobs out a battleground lost
& the skies spark & die with zephyrs
as city interns burn the magic roundabout
made the sky fall under spruce buds
between fingers picked by vote
whose dead hole now leads in-itching
flaked white skin to prevent roosting
flashes of British Gypsum on teethwet brogues
to the British Standard the empty shore
mudflats, Marx on a beach on Ramsgate sands;
'the weather here is partly good and partly bad,
with the latter tending to predominate'.
During an interspace of silence
I interrupted the revolutionist
and philosopher in these fateful words:
‘What is?’
After a moment looking out at the roaring sea and the multitude on the beach, the great man replied, in a deep and solemn tone, with the single word: ‘Struggle.'
Warfares. Bricklayers. Investors. Antecedents
again &again a dodo skeleton in a Recruitment Accessory Room,
a small piece of kebab meat in my eye
Stephen Christopher Yaxleys
old panoply of grimoires
or are we now inside venerated springs
over chalk breaks like Dover Straits
& listen to quarter peal
of Stedman Caters
ringing as though sounding the toscin
That most elusive of creatures.
A right-of-centre millennial breaks over
a Non-virtue signaller.
Zero snowflake credentials.
English Identitarian.
Wiping off at the walls
under diadem floodlights lies outside
the White cliffs and you fix it
trackiebums in fens there are perks in chains of lead
around flight can you feel it is called for a steel pergola
the height of the crown is reduced by the alpha city
a corral of networks freezing a six-rink grass bowling green
to a virtued mansard roof, shiny trespa shards sink in
to me now huddled in stamens scriven cold
the spithaw berries glued to rags
with cultivar traits narrowed
keyholed credentials whisper on pink slips
the professional managerial class goes down again
to high heavens where the social pathology
of a greasy pole gets delivered time-sensitive
working papers filled in the mouths of
transmitted deprivation made with artificial hellcaps
wrungtrotted on nopay
piss under no boss in Jack of Plate toxing bed,
or stiffen in chartered hails
to eat Chartwells Free School Meals
milligram by milligram
its austerity five-pointed fingerdust
Characterless Thought Leaders amygdala hijacked,,
a raging quiver? do you bleed in a line
w/ chainmailed Complaints & Corrections
in the morning
emulsifying under sunglass
to kiss a curve of thoraces melting plastics, cups
right where you use to live
you know this by ushers in crisis our starbursts
reflect non-permanent futures a crown of tapered pilasters
a crony parvenu crawls out of each in melamine
Yellow plaintive 5 year chembinge forced
to inject the company directives
the quiet part of PAYE
& there are perks in chains of lead
around flight can you feel it.
'we only need to be lucky once'
image macro infields a profound caesura in my heart came too late
mimics the mires unchanging personnel of this class
war sicked to be lucky always from the cutting instrument.
for every whispered word a body lies
in a boules pitch in cages in stables
in tennis courts and underground swimming pools
sky gardens, viewing platforms the Public London Charter
for the users, owners and managers of public spaces
debug my linked mangle, light hoisted &
by tackling the root ,,the user
crashes in its missing features, (land ownership)
& slips into cipher docs (private rent)
like a gateway built into a program sealed
the city wall is hell, as if in a mould;
the late 90s step down the early 00s step up
blooded pails chortled on crosswinds through a dull thud
of a narwhal tusks.
Remembering and moving forward,
where the lid or stopper gulf turns grey-silver
like chainlinked around chrome
a superstition is nothing but belief
shined upon itself
in five stages of grief
erupting a face through languid song
in the City of London
Good over Evil,
Life over Death
depopulated centres enterprise children 2.0,
& God is here on little screens above the concourse,
Sky News Broadcasts under eries of blood ;from terror,
from the horrible little white hankies
behind me, in the open, without cover,
I had turned back
waving gaggled a necklace of glass
beads down it burrows a pros & cons
to see the freezing of my blood
closer to sunlight headbangers solidifying architecture
& then arachinards images culled from silver
poisoned breath a white man turns blue
against a soft rein of interns and the currents of light
under mastice verdant solution bash against my eyes. Resident profiles.
Cut out in the sky.
Aperfect sprangle in braced glass.
Office blood in enfilade black steel laws.
We have everything to live for
walkway stretches its sick building syndrome.
The terms@conditions break skived
to petaling into jagged stripes.
Business Relief Rates
in Metropolitan Landscrapes.
Pulls away through my drearied heart
& from the skies to Mountain View HQ
closer to sunlight that was never built
but dug from hills there is no fog
but pruding security solutions
loud as glass
over the furrowed glebe
blood silent & frozen out a future data centre wire needle clanks below the face
failed past the black fence lies a green expanse on a putative building site
its green topiary gardens barcoded façades
a habitat, a feeling the world is one magnificent shop.
Everything is here under
Section 106 Agreement
its manacle slithers always to that or die,
your face through future hybridisation
encircled
as real live bombs with chain effects
its laissez-faire
& on the scale of care the password its stampcall
& this information is most important
but does not reflect the actual duration of protection
or approval to the untruth of tearing. ON. & out as wire needle clanks installed Microsoft Teams, Chat
& videoconferencing,
file storage application
integration a life
to trig point etheric
the floor which is the place force breaks onto
a state of Blessedness commensurate,,
public consultations
the company's official position
& everyday nerve colonnades turn to prigs
break off or within the dull winds a feeling
might unpin there in the mid-distance
on small infill sites.
You are now part of the post-boom years
on a hill near a farm in Wimpstone, Warwickshire.
Teletubbyland & artificial hillocks are flooded with blood
to make a coin tower made up of six billion
penny pieces is starred out in a tiara
on the head of this fabulous city
A fist closes to work
esprit de corps
this is mission critical
& the rewards system tangle up
inside a head, strike out in nonverbal cues
as teeth which hang-up in gurgles
slither out from, beneath or down
or to shut through crawling
envelopes walls & the notyetwindows
are fingers, that nail you
from a brow of this worksong firmament
and the moon of metal, silvered reversed
inside Veolia bin lures
our said stolen madrigals brigged like blockades
you love what you do
remembering the floors
have absolutely no cracks at all
but a sinkhole increase daily
the touching pass
under mercury vapour light
greenish white
the Central Management Office
you go in atm’s come out
like arachinards from silver poisoned breath
A Brief Job Stress Questionnaire
over fingers rubbing skin as a retreat
& as if to hash for life itself.
& of no hope your body
as a sickness presence continually failing
to turned so as
this variable is explained in the Results Section:
‘Arrows with solid lines represent
statistically significant paths,
and broken lines to show
nonsignificant paths.’
Server clangs by crook’d bridle tubing
; my heart undoes the nap-pods
inside accelerates
in the dark areas
bloodfiled fingertips
the scattergraphs biffs to company
the flag is bust a stranded call,,
a glue thin eternity
where lugfails v-shaped
birdsong stilled inside steel mullions
that become suddenly blinding.
