All the forms & images in the world can be revoked
remembering your childhood & shuddering dismounts
nothing produced on him a disc of omissions,
Sir James Ritblat (reticulated),, your mothers disappearance
near a Hertfordshire airfield 10 nautical miles John agitatrixs
hurdling a 7 per cent annual cut
10 nautical mothers to the laxey billfroth
with long memories
& then there were none but fathers
decimals lie in bed late at night watching old comedies
such as Only Fools and Horses, Porridge and Carry On films.
“That’s my humour,” Senior Ritblat leaks out.
“I’m much happier going to sleep with a smile on my face.
But… it isn’t the same. Back then we had Tiny…
we shared the Cots in clubbing faith”
An adviser's silky smooth voice tails off
waving two fingers at British Land,
PLC holy-stricken Corporate Governance
Buildings are bricks & mortar, to be bought & sold
the drooping floors a sinking chorus
of imperium hard-ons
safeguarding the lineage line
in opaline light
portfolio canopies shade
grandeurs mawing the strongbox
wrathless swells a tongue to keynote
like nothing under heaven
the beginning of spring, a chorus moving
up with the Cupronickel Ponte Giardino
& down with our enemies, high fronds to get living
undermanic thieves bind dewy bade
rents the brightest culled darkly naked & afraid
along the whole 127 Mile city turned inside-out
& salvage at least one cobbled hill
still twisting about a living good
humming on You,, notice an air turned by guises
a number of design objectives
to the stated aims the whole earth
of TMO & Client aspirations
parterres aflame or be forbade
uncommit the Malicious Damage Act 1861,
in sinkhole estates to the spot braid
under broiling suns ZoneOneland rainsoaked
a neurotically protected citadel
of the undead rolled in primrose
amenities fall out, a structural spandrel under windows
horizontal, a decorative facing hook so clearly the tariff of
good faith will be deferred
to the imaginary children of the future.
the aluminum balconies
stapled fields of industrial dream units
a feeling on cantilevered platforms to view something like
a glass atria inside Big Yellow Self-Storage big sheds
plastic-clad buildings, a Rubik’s Cube steel column
narthex’d life packet neon-lit pipes Ritblat’s spawn
staring air to Grisaille, daughters cursed word-lists
light bulbs draped through the grounds of the party
1#‘Ritblat Family Circus’ live camels, monkeys,
Vintner commodes and children,
a tent with a gold sign beaming Michael McIntyre
on hand to provide the jokes like bitten toxins:
The most elusive of creatures is a right-of-centre millennial
breaking over the White Cliffs of Dover, a Non-virtue signaller.
With zero snowflake credentials. An English Identitarian.
No Surrender. God saves.
Interrupting a passage of private inflections
every whispered word
a body lies in a boules pitch, in stables,
in tennis courts & underground swimming pools
sub-Pendereckian clicks & drones slither out from above
‘people’ aren’t even real; Ritblat spelling out vapour trails
there are perks in chains of lead you can feel it
no alternative
under hannibal house
no alternative
under tempest
no alternative
under napping fabrics
weaponised figments in forgotten places
& was always an ultimatums graph
its marrow turns blue starry red shift
yellows licking camshafts to shine on S.A.D. lamps
featureless trees are broken, establishes Nue Ground
a life, strategic planning I feel a certain pang inside my chest
see a hole as big as tenpence in the glass.
Names emerge. And the pain grows specifically apart ,
localised , around the heart, or the stomach, or the lungs
nothing curls to city point lights
take it in, experience slipped down
listless bullrings familial processes ‘at the heart of’
more police more green spaces
more police more green spaces
more police more green spaces
more police more green spaces
the rose and the lily's whiteness do not deprive
the violet of its scent nor make less ravishing the daisy's charm inside
& ask ‘the right people in the right place’
& calling all hearts to emulate £20.00 ceases;
filling us with divisions, confusions, tumults
& every eviled head-down churning off a cliff,
ate it daily scabs snopake’d with powdered glass
manja line to opposing broken pledges
misty archipelagos oversight kettling a sky lounge,
45th floor bar-kitchen co-working space
to poisoned residents retail chains face to face morning gagging:
‘arrows with solid lines represent
the statistically significant paths,
and broken lines to show
the nonsignificant paths.’
Eat the deed variable explained in the Results Section
an innovative affordable housing company tightens its halogen light
to snuff path model of n.b. no hope no kindred place
behind gates & ramified lanyard, forsake
a front desk company directives make
finger filed red to business premises
all these unscathed plods in utero caning
the height of a crown reduced by Alpha City International,
its children growing become humble & funny
as shiny trespa shards sink to be willing to narrow in keyholes
or to have to be willing to whispering pink slips
for how could love be a steel pergola our words will be
diminished to paybench to trap PACE, codes of practice
a place for no-one cilled jambhead, the cyanosis a wall
illegible to northerners
& Eddie Stobarts Class Alliance rises
famed ginger group, The League of Empire Loyalists
as it dissolved or merged with Rheinzink hollowed blood
voiding 72 habitable floors
YouGov poll finding eight out of ten people
agreed to a depressed apex in the head
in ginnels in ennogs in snickets from public amenities
a battleground lost & the skies spark & die with zephyrs
as city interns burn the magic roundabout twice
under spruce buds between fingers picked by vote
bluey whose dead hole now leads in-itching 16 year olds
flaked white skin to prevent roosting
flashes of British Gypsum cuts teethwet brogues
to the British Standard
Ritbalt,, the empty shore swells mudflats,
a Michael McIntyre joke on its darkling plain:
An English Identitarian. Zero snowflake credentials.
Non-virtue signaller. Right-of-centre millennial breaks over
That most elusive of creatures. No Surrender.
Manacle slithered, always a dull thud of a narwhal tusk
somewhere under the bridge, in public domains
Ritblat,, Sir James,
you are now part of the Post-Boom years
on a hill near a farm in Wimpstone, Warwickshire.
In Teletubbyland, the 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 is for everyone
esprit de corps the rewards system tangles up
inside the head nonverbal cues
teeth hang-up in gurgles
dim violently turns to prigs
within dull winds nerve colonnades break off
a feeling unpins
in the mid-distance on small infill sites
the floor which force breaks
birdsong inside steel mullions
that become suddenly blinding
triaging your intimate nerve
to creak for at the end of night
the hymn went away
the eyes, behind the scattergraphs biff weaning
into a stranded call lugfails v-shaped
a state of blessedness commensurate,,
the cruelest murky bowl-like silhouette,
a single curved petal made of shining hammered copper
ambuscade the Alpha Plus Group, its changelings
bluenosing the dower hand
its grundy pedant killjoy stuffed shirts
play British Virgin Island, toby jugged
a sprawling pinch lurking inside limited companies
you become a dying whirligig the inner of planned breeding
a swindled air
to wallbang this scythe
the quietest regicide minims a bower
Ritblats,
court boots rack over
your twitching an Adelphi Genetics Forum
10 nautical miles agitatrixs
of corporal penalties, you evade
in the plenary room under said stolen madrigals
agitatrixs brigged like blockades
remembering again a mothers disappearance,
reversed through glen perishing eyelashes
a fading sapping thin brass
over your bilking lapse with HMRC
culls slow to cold auspices
engrams abstracted the total funds
documented the gamma civic
remembering the floors
have absolutely no cracks at all
but a sinkhole increases daily
the touching pass under mercury vapour light
its greenish white the Central Management Office
you go in atm’s come out
like arachinards from silver poisoned breath
skin without blood gradually, chest without air,
slack thin stomach, caving in through dimming glass
& to hash for life in a Welfare Room,, somewhere near or close to groundsheet
devoted father the care password is StampCall*
remembering the floors have absolutely no cracks at all
to be clutched under a roof garden, a café,
a ‘breakout room’ the future,
closes six billion penny pieces to steel gavel
a sound as you appeared tethered , your families
evertide inside Olympic Village to run out
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 root
,,the user crashes like a gateway built into a program sealed
in its missing features, cut out in the sky.
Office blood in enfilade black steel laws.
Resident profiles. Aperfect sprangle in braced glass.
We have everything to live for
walkway stretches its sick building syndrome.
terms @ conditions break to petaling
into jagged stripes in your life
from the skies to Mountain View HQ
security solutions loud as glass over the furrowed glebe
a future data centre wire needle clanks
past the black fence lies a green expanse
a putative building site barcoded façades
a habitat, everything is here under
Section 106 Agreement
under heave, impact other than hostile aircraft
& other aerial threat & articles
& dropped therefrom riot civil commotion
& feeling, malicious damage bursting overflowing water tanks apparatus or pipes, its impact by road vehicles terrorism available
on reasonable terms
& such other proper risk to feeling gaggled
a necklace of glass
beads down your throat it burrows a pros & cons
to survive twisting leopards bane
devils helmet the queen of all poisons
on parricided come downs burns a starry mark or padded path
the local authority smarting its multisystemic therapy
carved sessile oak making hematoma flowers not permanent,
sweet, not long lasting
