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Everybody has tears in their eyes
but does not mind them
probably does not even know
they are there.
& by guises a number of design objectives related to
while primarily based on the stated aims
of TMO & Client aspirations are Hidden Homes
inside clavicles, inside a place for no-one a diminished star
cut out across the country cut into a gritty patter
nationwide creeling the quiet part of PAYE
the best in the world as it chimes
there are perks in chains of lead
around flight can you feel it
crawling living the alpha city a corral of networks
freezing a six-rink grass bowling green
to a virtued mansard roof,
shiny trespa shards sink in
the city wall is hell, as if in a mould;
where the lid or stopper of gulf turns grey-silver
to depopulated centres enterprise children,
& god is here on little screens above
the concourse, Sky News broadcasts
under eries of blood ;from terror,
from the horrible little white hankie
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 solutions
resident profiles cut out in the sky
a perfect sprangle in braced glass
office blood in enfilade black steel laws
we have everything to live for
the walkway stretches its sick building syndrome
the terms@conditions breaks skived
to petaling into jagged stripes
turf cutting Business Relief Rates
in Metropolitan Landscrapes
then pulls away through my drearied heart
disappears & 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 that or die,
your face fallen through future hybridisation
of 0s encircled
as real live bombs with chain effects
its laissez-faire bonfire creation
will get internal & external
clanks & eyes chemical resistance in the workplace
from inside to perforate alone
& 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
In the fora I frequent in my line of interest,there are countless tales of
people merely wishing to take photographs being hassled by uniformed goons
a state of Blessedness commensurate,,
a shared surface connecting, public consultations
to get this itch the company's official position
& everyday nerve colonnades turn to prigs
break off or within the dull wind a feeling
might unpin there in the mid-distance
on small infill sites.
British moral life is office blood
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
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 4 metre alacrity wireless scanner wrapped
in order to maintain all inventory levels
& all failing components,
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,
&&&
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 fingers, that nail you
from which wishes ungrant
a brow of this worksong firmament
and the moon of metal, silvered reversed
bloodthick under statistics
reclaimed inside Veolia bin lures
our said things are meaningful but
more to become stolen in evasions
as if 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 under Central Management Office
you go in atm’s come out
arachinards from silver poisoned breath releases:
A Brief Job Stress Questionnaire
over fingers rubbing skin as a retreat
& as if to hash for life in a welfare room
somewhere near or close to a bin room
& of no hope your body
as a sickness presence continually failing
to turned so as to 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.’
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 flag
into a stranded call as one totality
one massive high-quality,
loyal, fun, goal-orientated finality at the break of day
refrained to ask; What are you glued to today?
the outside clamor tells me you can grow concrete,
if you try as I break under the line that was mine in breath
struck your sad dead jingo rat now are you inside
a glue thin eternity awakening at the brimming
growth of a New Town
where lugfails v-shaped
the songbird stilled inside
