A place you go to clusters up inside managerial techniques
a dulling ache hushed your sacrum, its rich field
tribulated mostly in knots,
secreted Programmes,
the Employee Support gas to Excellence,
to People Management, & Strong operations.
O wrangled Occupational Health,
across violent 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
& 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 & 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
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 beyond future scars, Epsilons
from inflated cruelties & pathic moving missives
the institutional surface holds closures efforts
by rote plucked, unmerited joy
& how to break under it
& live there
flexible working commitments.
I called out your voice once Joylon, under a moonlight silence
to suffer the opposite,
a clemency pill
a probation officers itching end
,, its moral imperative fingering
hidden uncommittables,
at the base of a cache, another incentive,, you
a performative review
longingly turning blue
picked off a day bruising pill,
whisperless encircles
the cold tarries the private tethered reneges of work
& of competencies & of values.
To suffer the opposite & kneel at my feet ,
I swear not to giggle, JOYLON
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 in peaks
like chains of lead!
O & bounce me upon your knee
People Management,
Rickety roo, Rickety ree,
Rickety roo, rickety row,
kicking in two coffins of wasted bulbs
& gone social pathology under transmitted deprivations,
& marched them to the left
marched them to the right
marched them all the way around
marched them out of sight
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
We wore them up, we wore them down
To please the people of the town
We wore them east,
We wore them west
But we never could tell
Which we liked best!
Building. Strong operations.
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!
a hidden remonstrated history
of working in various sectors. You &
Me joylong Pluck, to
pick or thrum as eaves begun
to nibble & pull, a life
in the direction of a feeling much like our own, now
that we can claim together at once & both, vicarious
you in me & me in you
from Carnoustie High School,
moral fibre, stamina & willpower your druthers,
so feelings stray our lasting
breath, & inebriations twisted all but death,
& still go on to become a successful master diplomat!!
& to survive a crippling car accident
& to still go on
& marched to the left
& marched to the right
marched all the way around
marched out of sight
& O again bounce me upon your knee, our knee
Employee Relations Adviser
Rickety roo, Rickety ree,
Rickety roo, rickety row,
to stick best & screw down,
under fiddled skin roused, now out what health
& wellbeing touts & to suffer the opposite & be Plucked,
the rites of which are
under firm ploys permissions evulsed, repeated
& the choice of what Occupational diseases,
they inflict upon your body
Joylon, & cramp your mouth 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 the cruellest pluck dissection,
like frigid insides now lifeless,: ‘I'm very sorry
how this has made you feel.’ &
the chokes, slightest mumbling joist—at sunrise
the only harm done is to you JOYLON,
lifelong HR experts cavort
your eyes, convulsing Trichotillomania
your skin's plucked edge narrows to a thousand slow
lingerings in your eyelashes first the irresistible urge
to tear from your body policies, procedures, & practices
again & again, People Managements, you hurt from
Rewards & Systems in a sawing motion, to open
in your contact your considered advance notification
that disciplinary hearing is remade to provide medicines
that to us vanishing, or apprehensions forgotten
gut perforations stolen complices
& its chronic reappearances
a imbroglio-heart, seeking broken ends
to terminal hairworm, your life's last wishes
noiselessly integrated shadowing ‘sitting with….’
Reading from the ledger again into 10,000 pieces :
‘Health is a state of complete physical mental
& social well-being not merely
an absence of disease & infirmity’
& as cruelty; but is not cruel, & as need but not needed
excites our horror the human resource management
philosophy, its proteins in their brains
policies, procedures, & practises decay
within people management, a host scratches its selection,
& placement inducts a transfer to its deathburrow.
Its demotion, termination its Rapunzel syndrome
retrenchment, creeping productivity lulls to its smooth surface resulting in its accumulation within the stomach etc.
under the flowers you crop
the law you saw to
a Joylon song,
You in me & me in you,,, a swirling lament,, ulcerations
a place in history,
for people & the right kind of people,
in the right kind of places,
at the right kind of time,
doing things for which they are economically useful
to have the services
of the right kind of people
at the right time, you in me & me in you
when you feel the effects Pluck
to all that arouses dread & creeping horror
to all that is terrible—
you see stuck in the middle it's inevitable
there's no better moment of twisted clarity
& glom clawed to a dead hole,
me in you & you in me every night wrassing
dayitches matins blood
turn to person centres
& history is a bunk
of syndicates,, labels,,in lieu of wages
made treacherous demonstrations,, work addendums
suffer the opposite, &
all the forms & images in the world can be revoked
remembering your childhood.
