A life in the LTD redevelopment failing
missives what pangs capital directives
what pangs a hissing horsehair wig undoes
Woollard’s eulogy in the loop,, in the Soul Politic
at the time of previous circulars:
‘the Kraysstitched’ &
‘the Richardsonsis stitched’ & any other case
which has been demanded for political reasons.
Is stitched. A silent creak for your protection,,
the will of the government is
a sacred impressive multi-torch cauldron
gasped clap rounded to a flaming petal
touch this house as it lifts the national cake,
to respond that life, itself is to kneel painfully on stone
and then wipe all expression from you face
so that the viewer
would read suppressed or inner pain
as it renders its aching child branded plea:
Pull my finger, not just any old finger
but my ring finger my emblem,, my life
a feeling of ordnance in the tiny pip
that idyll, that life my hand
as it touches the outer fray
failing to tiny strands
that feeling I consummate
by every pull therein remands.
The draft inside a thumbtack hearing amnesties
withering in cold storage a spindle corrupts, as it coils
that form tiny little red dots
all over your skins surface barrier
a head shouts half-seen from the inside
‘it was all good fun until someone
tried to kill a police officer with a fire extinguisher’
physical keys, numerical codes, complex passwords,
biometric identification hush that sloops Sitex
& what it means to undarken light somewhere
you have never been, Woollards & Woollards come back
blanching the floor plan under hissing rosacea horsehairs
the shrill adherences & graphical projections
aspects of British Business & Professional life are thriving:
'our legal system is widely acknowledge to be long
on integrity and short on corruption.'
A singular success.
with a view to causing a gap in the crowd below spectrally
to kneel painfully
this silent mechanism, curls inwards
murmuring the letter breathe of Law
under the holding pen exacting braces of bodies
the place from which litigants are
(a physical demarcation between
the core players and the areas outside
that consecrated space) represented by a wooden or brass railing
built in clots through which the frightened will whisper:
-I like to drive my large Trojan armour engineering vehicle.
From Ringwood, near Bagnam Forest Corner
with my 16 air assault brigade. It looks like a giant metal lobster.
I will stand here forever with my Church Of England prayerbook,
kissing tightly for myself entirely, & you Almighty God
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
a feeling pickering, my adjutant 10 para, my signaller,
Masher,,,.. my kindred flame.
I promised Masher, dear dear Masher…
that if I died before you, Masher. That I would come & tell you,
that I love my country & I sank to the bottom of it once
but you were there, my dearest most tenderest
exurban Daily Mail Reader your lovebite continues.
With or without whipping Woollard’s
in red blood rain – this type requires specialist disposal
this type can be dispensed into a sewage drain
this type can be dispersed into the air
this type can be poured into your neck
I want to write to you about a single gesture
growing like cancer. Not just in numbers.
Look,,this untouched heart goes below
coiled after all our morality was so upside down
that what many knew in their hearts
as right was held publicly to be wrong
hard work, thrift, risk taking
Today?
slacking at work,
living off the state,
union mob rule.
this type can be dispensed into the Soul Politic
this type can be dispersed into personal morality
this type can be poured into your neck Geoffrey Rivlin QC
,
The police have responded.
Their morale & their morals are improving.
Just as well an accelerating factor sweet and gentle
The state, though still far too large and still,
alas taking far too great a share of the national cake,
is beginning to respond to the will of the government
The national debate.
The word is not only swifter than the sword, it can be surer.
into the shape unreturned
Woollard’s the will of the government
a sacred gasp clap went
around the house as it lifted
the national cake,
is beginning to respond
Everywhere the economy is on the move.
who whispered short-lived, very swiftly repented
the lives of those he loved jeopardised a spark
and injured the thin walls
the complex, breaking 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
is six silhouetted storied separations
'i am your, gurgle gaggle of dead beads tight to night’
mitted soft sorries obiter, to be a kind of wall
that has a little hole in it,
through that hole,, its glassed wastlings fingerhooked
in a fugue state with which a body
becomes separated from another body
in order to bemutter,, ing what bloodsing to tungsten
or floats opaque when pushed remembering
status cues against the wall,
for the person being restrained,
confinement may increase fear or stress;
when people feel entrapped or concealed
they tend to feel less safe saying over & over again
innocence is true as if over feet &hands haloed
with or without whipping Woollard’s
Commander Bob Broadhurst of Trooping the Colour,
a dying breed. At the National Siege Management Gala
I felt a suppressed inner pain a pickering feeling mutter,
ing to keep the City open for business! outside the Stock Exchange slumped in an alley on Threadneedle Street
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 was bursting with life
pheasant cocks scurrying through the undergrowth
resin dripping indecently from clefts of the evergreens
representing brightness itself a gene breakdown in my cenotaph
benzene under frosted light the petrochemical sheen of feathers
in definite areas removed his shoulder number
covered the bottom of his face with his balaclava
weeping at the most unexpected things
Woollard’s spectrally be hurt Human kindness. Human vulnerability ringpulls lost pennies gentle patiences
under your teeth hates thumbscrewed intact to demerit,,
Logistic regression was used to analyse the measure of verdict −
a dichotomous variable.
Results from logit models are presented both
in odds-ratio form & as percentage differences
from the baseline condition.
The percentage differences reported are those derived from the logit models, i.e., they take account of other variables
in the model. Odds-ratios are the most commonly presented measures of effect size. bits that stick about or twist
to where a building is cut along an axis
to reveal the interior structure
cutlosses as they sunbrighten your lumbar spine
cascading crashing to illuminated castors
a body pumps through the footring.
The room,, inclined
to the Wall inclined to the Floor
a dead relation peels away
rubbing the mudguard Seat Pan
through crawling epicures its worksong,,
lightly becoming worsened
silvered reversed inside Veolia lyric birch
an autopsy of my dead relation
unrevolts alone, to a half version having been closed
splits to reappearances
moults nightscrapped on all fours non-rigid an exit pales
attaches to goetia spells
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
part of the human body
it breaks into an arrangement the category of a weapon
elegised to class a pricket gathering at the base
of emergency situations constricted gardens
with just enough hope that glow filled blood
on moonbeams is yours, Rivlin
a cruel vector of birchen pens
a redoubtable wielding roflcopter
of justice drugged glassed-in or open,
so I bend plea-filled &
sing to taskforce sunk an earglow or burnt out commercial leases
the courtyard apex tribunal extinguisher
hangs the CPS
hangs the DPP
& be hurt Human kindness.
Woollards.
Human vulnerability, pickering ringpulls lost pennies
gentle patiences
