Wednesday 26 July 2023

Ah Beautiful Sky (First 15 pages)


Mill ennui begins by toxic draffs

soil burdened with arsenic & mercury 

near the access point a large white marquee 

underinking lauded codas & coiffed fingers 

burnt plastic tetches off 

remade this cloud 

shrinking to some super-totem 

inverted fascia running off teflon, 

it’s faintly baited linchpin

burgundy bottles with regimental ties for wicks 

the Molotov Prince of Darkness Astras speaks: 

Moving forward as a beacon to the world,

the richness of the British character. Ergo.

Creative. Compassionate. Outward looking.

A triumph of confidence over cynicism, 

boldness over blandness, excellence over mediocrity. 


One harped, cupola withering blimp 

settled at the mouth of the peninsula, 

a vanished complex tangles  

to dragging strays over shingle 

what invented future means 

in shining leaden water, 

back under Enterprise Culture

its scrying glass extruding 


the last Council-Operated High-Rise 

contains within itself indemnified 

& everyone is left on carcinogenic marshes

& what mild oath unrevoked 

the Committee members haircut congealed in Tip-EX 

& the Sun dances 

just like in the moonlight 

O & when that moon is big & bright 

it’s a supernatural delight, 

when everyone is dancing in the moonlight!

Molotov Astras people sized 

& you go down with the building inside

you’re holding the bottle at its neck, 

you chuck it hard at the window, 

at the base Index Multiple Deprivations, 

a regional quota breeds out vapour trails 

Public Consultations Hedonic Pricing 'area-based' factors 

& marching people to jobs with two witnesses

a task force courtesy call in reference 

to your wellbeing,,

by pulling together data 

from a common baseline, you

a common heart of what means-tested 

peaks depart a private world, closing gaps

yours, a private cause & other indices waivering 

molotovs the Final Report fealty chokes

hard indicators of change

as sorry is the hardest word  

but you learn from your mistakes remember 

the architecture of moonlit colonnades, 

the custodial moonlit amphitheaters, 

the moonlit night-club interiors 

as disinterred by Edwin Lutyens 

on old drugs & re-thought as a underground bungalow 

& exit into anti-ligature moonlit prisons 

with calico print on the walls

elbows in the topiary garden dancing

a low octane hallucination

around flight you can feel it

when that moon is big & bright 

under plastic-clad buildings 

on big sorry reams the stated aims 

of TMO’s Client aspirations 

cantilevered platforms 

narrowing logarithmic scales 

where you go to grow concrete, 

as flashes of your behavioural map discrete 

micro-billeted polymers that count as a skin

new entrepreneurials again

but the best picnics are on Agars Plough, 

& how could you forget massive gazebos 

& Moët out the proverbial bucket! 

the tête-à-têtes in the garden; 

shelters on the grouse moor,

a nice isocost in the eyrie

blood coursed through the night rain opposing

the broadfields beneath them 

its private equity in brownfields 

to cashflow cowabunga 

 there are perks in 

chains of lead you can feel it

a life, strategic planning 

I feel a certain pang inside my chest

 see  a  hole  as  big as  tenpence  in  the  glass.

Names  emerge undisclosed.

And the  pain  grows  spec­ifically apart ,

localised ,   around the  heart, 

or the  stomach,  or the  lungs

curls to city point lights listless bullrings 

‘at the heart of’     more police more green spaces  

kettling a sky lounge 

45th floor bar-kitchen: 

 Arrows with solid lines represent 

the statistically significant paths, 

and broken lines to show 

the nonsignificant paths.

Explained in the Results Section, an innovative 

affordable housing company tightens 

its halogen light to snuff path 

its model of n.b. no hope 

no kindred place behind gates 

a ramified lanyard, 

a front desk company 

finger filed red to business premises 

 all these unscathed plods in utero caning 

the height of a crown

& how could love be a steel pergola? 

A place you go to clusters up inside 

managerial techniques

its dulling ache hushes your sacrum 

tribulated in knots secreted Programmes 

the Employee Support is gas

& Excellence is People Management. 

Strong Operations 

& O to wrangle under Occupational Health, 

in the mornings gaggle you can feel it 

rising the tight soft haired anomies 

darning a light to a beautiful sky! 

it narrows in eyesore infinitesimal small  

the rest of the body,, to work-ready & yielded examples 

of laws & symbols starpaddled 

in blood,, coves the silence of our lives 

to 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, feeling the tension disappear. 


There is no ‘acceptable’ level of sickness absence allowable 

turning lifeless & life discretes 

realignment to responsibilities, 

adequate equipment & workplace derivatives 

what unknowingly pinholes 

a pickering worse upon the middle ear, 

as you hear, like small bones breaking near 

disciplined glue

stuck its forces betterment beyond future scars, Epsilons

inflated from cruelties & pathic moving missives 

holds closures effort  

by rote joy plucked & unlasting 

& how to break under it 

& live there flexible working procedures  

I called out your voice once 


soft under a moonlit silence 

a clemency pill to suffer the opposite, 

so felt a probation officers itching imperative 

inside at the base of a cache, 

a fingering to all the hidden uncommittables, 

& the communiques 

retracting another incentive,,

a performative review longingly turning blue 

to misconduct picked off 

a day bruising pill,        

to whisperless encirclings the cold tarries 

& the private reneges of work 

& 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 in peaks like chains of lead!   

O to bounce me upon your knee 

People Management

Rickety roo, Rickety ree, 

Rickety roo, rickety row, 

kicking two coffins of wasted bulbs

& gone social pathology under transmitted deprivations, 

& to fist in of personhood failed permanently

& marched them to the left 

marched them to the right 

marched them all the way around 

marched them out of sight 

& so who counts their steps 

Up goes you! to the tune of

Rickety roo, Rickety ree, 

Rickety roo, rickety row, 

& to bounce me upon your knee 

Recruitment & Operations Manager

the mettle & nerve & 

your wooden images fall out a performative review curve

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. 

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 

pickering 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,

You & Me joy long, to

pluck & pick & thrum 

as eaves begun to pull, a life

in the direction of feeling 

much like our own, now

we can claim together at once & both, vicariously

you in me & me in you 

from Carnoustie High School,

moral fibre, stamina & willpower 

your druthers, 

so the feelings stray our lasting 

breath, & inebriations twisted all but death,  

& to still go on to become a successful master diplomat!! 

& to still survive a crippling car accident 

& 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 & screw down, 

under skin & wellbeing 

of consequence to suffer & be Plucked, 

is so private the rites of which evulse, 

to repeat this tantra Jolyon

a thousand points of light 

through your body cramping 

your mouth to 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 pizzicato now in breach

as lifeless speech,:  

‘I'm so very sorry how this has made you feel.’

While sweet green meadows lie beneath                 


you go out in twisted versions 

to trichotillomania 

instructions inflict its manual

convulsed to plucked narrows edge 

a thousand urges to tear from your body 

policies, procedures, & practices

People Management, 

you hurt longingly from is expulsion

as Rewards & Systems 

a sawing motion, to open 

your considered advance notification 

vanishing to terminal hairworms

that disciplinary hearing remade in medicines itch

your life's last wishes 

noiselessly integrated 

‘sitting with….’ the cribbed ledger again 

reading 10,000 pieces: 

‘Health is a state of complete physical mental 

& social well-being not merely an absence of disease & infirmity’

& you longed to nudge at the sill, 

as pushed pink slips sickle-bill 

to a demoted termination

the retrenchment Rapunzel syndrome

lulls within the stomach seat

to ingurgitate the law you saw to  

a Joylon law, 

sung to You in me & me in  you,,,  

a lament swirling to ulcerations touch 

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 yet pickering

& sing a song, smickering that arouses

as creeping dread to all that is Terrible—

the ecstasy of shitting out of the top of your head

& still you see stuck in the middle 

it's inevitable there's no better moment of twisted clarity 

me in you & you in me every night wrassing 

glom holed between dayitches 

a matins purge clawed to clavicle

& history is bunk 

of syndicates,, labels,,in lieu of wages 

a happiness not your happiness, 

a sadness not your sadness 

& be made treacherous demonstrations,, inside  

treacherous work addendums 

you in me & me in you.