O why, a wreath not made for you.
A feeling not felt for you. & so too.
Nice isocost in the eyrie.
Nice reorganisation of the workplace.
Nice green spaces.
Nice police.
a place you go to clusters up inside
managerial techniques
a dulling ache hushed in your sacrum, a rich field
tribulated mostly in knots,
secreted Programmes,
the Employee Support gas to Excellence,
to People Management, & Strong operations.
O wrangled under its Occupational Health
across it violence inspection narrowing
in the eyesore, wronging the rest of the body,,
to its work-ready & yielded example
of laws & symbols
& its Flexible Working Procedures
starpaddled by blood,, the silence of our lives
goes into enjambed frights, ribcages
& so you concur, & clench both your fists
for about 15 seconds, then relax them
& feel the tension draining away
from your arm muscles. Repeat this twice.
Hunch your shoulders for 15 seconds & relax.
Repeat twice. Continue the same routine with jaw
clenching and relaxing. Finally, screw your eyes up tightly
& relax them, feeling the tension disappear.
There.
there is no ‘acceptable’ level of sickness absence allowable
turning lifeless
& life itself discretes pliable
realignment to responsibilities,
adequate equipment & workplace directives
what knowingly unpinholes
a pickering worse upon the middle ear,
as you hear, like small bones breaking near to discipline
its forces & betterment bridles
its head beyond future scars, Epsilons
from inflated cruelties & pathic moving missives
the institutional surface holds closures efforts
by rote lock plucked, unmerited joy
& how to break under it
flexible working commitments.
I called out your voice once Joylon, to suffer
the opposite, a clemency pill
a probation officers itching end
a finger,, unnamed inside dayblue swivel chairs
to slowly combusting.
An air gap grievance to a pay gap grievance cresting–
moral imperative, hidden uncommittables,
at the base of a cache, another incentive,,
a performative review, You longingly turning blue
picked off a day bruising pill,
Joylon Pluck
whisperlessly encircling cold tarries
the private tethered reneges of work
& O of competencies & O of values.
to suffer the opposite & kneel at my feet ,
I swear not to giggle, the results are yours, you see
stuck in the middle it's inevitable
there's no better moment of twisted clarity
when you feel the effects
O bounce me upon your knee
People Management,
Rickety roo, Rickety ree,
Rickety roo, rickety row,
of S.A.D kicking in two coffins of wasted bulbs
& gone social pathology under the midrange,
where the song breathes,
was forward but never strident
& marched them to the left
He marched them to the right
He marched them all the way around
He marched them out of sight
to pain & poverty, of ten azure,
that some went mad or in a fess
Up goes you! O
Rickety roo, Rickety ree,
Rickety roo, rickety row,
& O again bounce me upon your knee
Recruitment & Operations Manager,
the mettle & nerve &
your wooden images
He wore them up, he wore them down
To please the people of the town
He wore them east,
he wore them west
But he never could tell
Which he liked best!
Building. Strong operations. sizzling in the pan
I swear not to giggle employees relation adviser,
Faster, faster, faster Round
& round & round Then STOP!
Kneel at my feet , I swear not to giggle O
When you pick up some dropped change in
the introduction of Performance Related Pay
pipelines previously not existing,, I'm a little cuckoo clock.
Tick tock, tick tock, Stop!
Every single morning Wheeee!
hidden a remonstrated history
of working in various sectors. me &
you joylon Pluck, ed to
pick or thrum as eaves begun
to nibble & pull, a life
in the direction of—
a feeling much like our own, that we can claim together
of this spiralling loss,
at once & both, vicarious
you in me & me in you
to interim destructions, true O
so feelings stray our lasting
breath, & inebriations twisted all but death,
from Carnoustie High School,
moral fibre, stamina & willpower your druthers,
splitting let me pick
& still go on to become a successful master diplomat!!
& to survive a crippling car accident
& still go on, I must & on & on, from Carnoustie High School,,
& we marched them to the left
We marched them to the right
We marched them all the way around
We marched them out of sight
& O again bounce me upon your knee, our knee
Employee Relations Advisers
Rickety roo, Rickety ree,
Rickety roo, rickety row,
& to stick best & screw down,
under fiddled skin rouse, out
what health & wellbeing touts
& to be opposite,
& be Plucked, the rites of which are
under firm ploys permissions evulsed, repeated
& weeded choice, under what Occupational diseases,
as they inflict upon your body
Joylon, to itch & cramp your screaming
into the order of:
I sometimes send emails early or late
in the day but I do not expect you to respond outside
working hours.
& inhabit that cruellest reeling, from frigid insides like lifeless foggy reasons,, or
,: ‘I'm very sorry how this has made you feel.’ &
that disgusting moral promising,
a salvation in this world; its ideology so compelling:
“Why I Am Not a Conservative,”
A tweet chokes, the slightest mumbling joist—at sunrise
the only harm done JOYLON, HR experts inside
(People Management) (Rewards & Systems Manager)
&frenzied tones of words in fairness, what air provision
in your contract considered
advance notification
the disciplinary hearing
remade to provide medicine,
& or attend apprehensions, complices,
reappearances indefinitely
beating with imbroglio-heart, an excommunication
be crammed on pavements spinelessness
to each wondered rotation under which pinpoint
‘integrated shadowing ‘sitting with….’
whilst your skin breaks out under occupational hazards, you read:
“Health is a state of complete physical mental
& social well-being not merely an absence of disease & infirmity”
World Health Organization
the human resource management refers to the philosophy, policies, procedures,
& practice related to the management of people within an organisation selection,
placement, induction, transfer, promotion, demotion, termination, training
& development, layoff & retrenchment, wage & salary administration,
incentives, productivity etc
under the flowers a Joylon song,
like a commercial for the Army:
Good Pay, Quick Promotion,
see the world. Emphatic.
Persuasive melodical. Triumphant, almost reassuring.
you in me & me in you,,,
a swirling lament,, an economic promise
a place in history, of people & the right kind of people,
at the right places, at the right time,
doing things for which they are economically useful.
In the absence of such a plan,
it would be difficult to have the services of the right kind of people
at the right time.
you in me & me in you you see
stuck in the middle it's inevitable
there's no better moment of twisted clarity
when you feel the effects
belongs to all that is terrible—
to all that arouses dread & creeping horror; Pluck
to coincide with whatever excites to cope, joylong
lifelong, indomitability with changes
of a special name I fear is yours, & as you see
me in you & you in me
stuck in the middle inevitable
like a deaths mantra, & the impossibility,
its glom claw hooked to a dead hole,
me in you & you in me.
