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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.
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
Jolyon,
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,
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 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
JOYLON,
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—
& 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.
