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Monday 29 April 2024

Ampthill Square (draft 2)


Ampthill Square your demonic

High Density Polyethylene 

air cladtoy roof burning 

souffl├ęs the day of mouldwrap

in my eyes a reshe

under pisspoor catechisms 

iring in the mid-distance 

on small infill sites line prophecy 

HS2 straw warnings Rotes Wien 

cannot prevent blood skeleton 

career winning skinfoils

endthwart & Rockfoils

overlong welts sinking empty

& shallow on Purchese Street

Open Space chairs diversionary

concrete maisonettes breakup

Metropolitan District Councils

dust suppressant monitor stations 

 'Well, if we see anything

or are alerted to anything suspicious,

you know our first response has to be physical force'

the company's official position

by your bruised lips 

hide gloms of golden saxifrage 

requiesce on Euston Road 

The Sixth Carbon Budget

& the purlieus Argyle Square 

stickling dream station, hostel to hostel 

time warped in a field full of moles 

aborted coldness talking to the dead again?

rustling inter-lined Burberry 

Surbiton mist drift paraded end of day,

whorl of vapours light solid things fall

to the dissolve of sandstone 

what hurts more in stone bowers, 

a paraboloid roof plunging?  

glass & concrete mime an upturned ark

the imagined version of the 

1% as architectural design, bed of grey

white pearl shining throwing a halo

a dash or eternity? 

A Heatherwick Stairway?

gad crack'd all people outside 

are now dead as voices 

from near silence under kissing buildings,

landscrapes your hands & face 

forget yesterday's unkindness;

the heritage version of history 

is embedded shit bas-relief 

buried centuries our little gaps of sedge

get demented. 


Ampthill Square (draft)

 



Ampthill Square your demonic 

High Density Polyethylene 

air cladtoy roof burning 

souffl├ęs the day of mouldwrap

in my eyes a reshe

under pisspoor catechisms 

iring in the mid-distance 

on small infill sites line prophecy 

HS2 straw warnings Rotes Wien 

cannot prevent blood skeleton 

career winning skinfoils

endthwart & Rockfoils

overlong welts sinking empty

& shallow on Purchese Street

Open Space chairs diversionary

concrete maisonettes breakup

Metropolitan District Councils

dust suppressant monitor stations 

 'Well, if we see anything

or are alerted to anything suspicious,

you know our first response has to be physical force.'

the company's official position

hide gloms of golden saxifrage 

requiesce on Euston Road 

The Sixth Carbon Budget

& the purlieus Argyle Square 

stickling dream station,  

from hostel to hostel 

time warped in a field full of moles 

aborted coldness talking to the dead again?

rustling inter-lined Burberry rush

to Surbiton mist drift paraded end of day,

whorl of vapours light solid things fall

dissolve of sandstone what hurts more

in stone bowers paraboloid roof plunges 

glass & concrete miming an upturned ark

the imagined version of the 

1% as architectural design, bed of grey

white pearl shining throwing a halo

a dash or eternity? A Heatherwick Stairway?

gad crack'd all people outside 

are now dead as voices 

from near silence under kissing buildings,

landscrapes your hands & face 

forget yesterday's unkindness;

the heritage version of history 

is embedded shit bas-relief 

buried centuries our little gaps of sedge

gets demented.  

Tuesday 23 April 2024

Zurich PLC (draft/unfinished)

 



A most insatiable covetousness, divided that among themselves with which all the rest might have been well supplied, are far from that happiness that is enjoyed among the Utopians; for the use as well as the desire of money being extinguished. 

Thomas More 


Zurich PLC behind rust packet 

a cacodylic eye spent to tectonics, 

bumps, kidney shaped abscesses 

curled black lids fading shells 

little insects all screws bolts 

& dead 227 figures meant for Linz 

Tyrol locks Germania 

in a thousand springs on Bahnhofstrasse  

an unconditional Basic Income 

gets scolded in Schlaraffenland 

Bundesblatt 77% underneath light

filched rent cleared to pale 

dapple-greys all but rain

between buildings

settling this silent aperture 

on tumuli Blancpain 

ditch of frogs  

for the waking harborage 

masseuse chairs in Hauptbahnhof 

are actual police hidden between 

them proxy codes wire to wire 

noises pissed out communiques 

the guardian angel

climbing out the 7th circle

of hell on quicksilver, 

filigrees the finest truffles 

from Kernzone to be buried

in Heimplatz leased secrets

in amice song cultus medicine paste  

trespassing in reuptakes 

& go again into this suffering city

hotep strung sleep cordons 

the blood of mice, 

domestos lane I find cowered 

across muted half-sounds

red eyed filament of peace,

under the night bridge 

when it’s as quiet as this is 

in public toilets trousers down

the Suisse franc population 

of dead surrendering 

things of youth incogs bring 

some things as free

through this alkaline garden.  


Monday 22 April 2024

‘I just want my property back’ (DRAFT/UNFINISHED 2)

 


Painted pink from pole to pole 

the oubliette Drop City 

boardroom stilts accidental vistas, 

shuttering on The Boom’s Last Word

ideas for a footbridge abiding 

Glencores greenwashing 

& the final Fatal Tree

made from copper-nickel alloy

bling encased sheer profligacy 

County Hall scoured into Shrekworld

countermanding last minute memos 

the viewing corridors

risoed over capital 

a termination of hope 

Long yen gelded estuary 

unfencibles for king’s head 

to keep land inviolate yob-end

plant life cubic grey urban

beautifies out all the quiet zones 

you bend to gapping stars 

rime goes opaque 

in air of ruckling counterpanes 

rented-off this mortised rim 

under Leadenhall think-tanks 

lower a Union Jack on piled biscuit tins 

from the Cherry-Garden to my last sigh, 

nothing much left now 

but a saturnalia bough 

high as uninhabitable 

opportunity area digs 

itself rond-points; overwork death

in Royal Parks surviving 

a tortured lie link by link 

star draught stimulus lament 

forlorn’d white ash this husk perimeter 

mystagogy of WeWork 

Aviation House kicks me down

office blood horizon keystep 

sung from beds,, pennant made concrete

a diagram of our life murdered on 

bramble heads gripping the lamina 

what little legal entitlement 

we have of this unleavened cake? 

a place you cannot be seen, 

a panacea soliloquy

squeezed to the plughole 

you have been forgotten 

In a One Nation Britain 

washed hallow-gob rentiers breathe 

a culture of dependency

hanging off Argyle socks & shitflickers, 

bead-eyed hurdlestake of middleman faction 

a dismal sheen cast the little cauldron,

together commemorate bled pegs 

the phenomenon of humanisation-

trussed up rigid against 

your skin to see through bits of you 

tangled in rigging

of its widely flown ownership,

a stand-alone flag 

from their leafy vantage-tops 

my heart carries on

undoing nap-pods 

in dark vertical gardens. 


‘I just want my property back’ (DRFT/UNFINISHED)



Painted pink from pole to pole 

the oubliette Drop City 

boardroom stilts accidental vistas, 

shuttering on The Boom’s Last Word

ideas for a footbridge abiding 

Glencores greenwashed 

& the final Fatal Tree

made from copper-nickel alloy

bling encased sheer profligacy 

Long yen gelded estuary nattering 

unfencibles for king’s head 

to keep land inviolate yob-ended 

plant life cubic grey urban

open lapwing wet asphalt 

beautifies out all the quiet zones 

faces on the job search 

for a hope bigger than 

a boxed in visage

you bend to gapping stars 

rime goes opaque in

air of ruckling counterpanes 

rent-off this mortised rim city allies

peel under Leadenhall antiquated 

think-tanks welch a Union Jack 

on piled biscuit tins from Cherry-Garden 

a last sigh of mobbed lettings 

nothing much left now 

but a saturnalia bough 

as high as uninhabitable 

an opportunity area digs 

itself rond-points; overwork death

in the royal parks surviving 

a tortured lie link by link 

jerked star-draught  bewitching the 

stimulus lament, forlorn pale white ash 

the husked perimeter mystagogy

of we work Aviation house 

kicks me down Kingsway  

the feeling effects of downdraught 

sprawled office blood its horizon 

keysteps sung from this bed of 

knocks,,  a diagram of our life  

murdered on with cotched 

bramble beds head gripped the lamina 

outside my sublet sinecures 

& read what little legal entitlement 

we have this unleavened cake

a place you cannot be seen? 

in the universal system

of pauperism take panacea soliloquy, 

squeeze the plughole 

look you have been forgotten 

In One Nation Britain

washed hollow-lob 

rentiers breathe culture of dependency 

bent to prime shrill

egad Argyle socks & shitflickers 

the phenomenon of humanisation –  

thrust up rigid light against your skin  

to see through bits of you 

on night’s fall for ambuscade 

tangled in the rigging 

of it is widely flown ownership 

a stand-alone flag 

within the territory 

on one knee & now on the other,

from their leafy vantage-tops 

observing my heart undoing nap-pods 

the dark vertical gardens 

of County Hall scoured 

into Shrekworld countermanding 

last minute memo the viewing corridors 

over capital panorama risoed 

the termination of hope 

on hybrid glass hill-edged,

jack-spiked in brownfields.  

City id buried strata of contamination 

another kind of heat a zone within a zone; 

a cylinder of How Shall I live?, 

are shadows for sale again, 

The London Plan where 

the secret parts of us 

between the uprights camouflage-net

turned intolerable 

gone to pieces and not pulling

gilly-flowers the world falls apart

grey wealed earth not faulted evictions 

 ‘I just want my property back’

in a toxic pyramid with arsenic & mercury.