Tuesday 6 June 2023

JOYLONG (draft/unfinished)


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 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.