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Friday, 21 February 2025

Council Trench Memory (redraft)

 


(Mission One) 

One leg in annuities, solstices, 

sanctuaries, woes 

breakthrough my heart is dumb brassic

in wiping off at the diadem floodlights 

around dead fens being dead. 

The underclass discussed 

on mumsnet 

Do we have one? Why?

Who or what is responsible?

When did it all go wrong

answers on a postcard 

wriggle out in virid pilule seedbed

sans reveries & you work

in the midnight purpling hue 

tips the stars to lug imminent

a 10-point code of conduct 

dictates by the squeegee 

a dream covered nothing 

its boiling More In Common

the Urban White Paper

Urban Renaissance

BioMed Centre identikit

corporate detailing 

quoin metal black bile (Mission Two) 

& actual slogans around our heads 

into a buzzword of tearing. 

ON. nothing Londinium vapour trails

wrenched quiet (Mission Three) 

to my scrying door plate

vandal-proof lights

mixed-use workforce,

the sugar pill, —the clerical sales,

to Marina developments

micro segregation blood fielding

in treacle-like gloss paint; 

plastic art planted in concrete 

business district winding down

Era Two is more optimistic, 

its spec boasting holes a

‘Transversal Space’,  

Post-Good in Quango fortified, 

stock-brick-clad

ground-floor blast walls

scratching the edge forevermore

Russell Group firebrands 

in spirited Rosewood Calf Leathers 

kicks me down 

this gangway job pissed town 

is yours in a sports bags, you can have it 

12 stars over my eye pulls away 

dead chainlink landscraped

the holly so the ivy

outside Langham Place 

sans consentement  

in Corsham stone 

the nuptials of god

& god the Stone 

beneath volutes 

Justice 4 Fathers Spidermans 

half suspended with a daughter’s guitar

‘In the Name of The Father’ by Bono, 

the Trafalgar Groves, the Victory Footprint

Link sculpture with its panoramic viewfinder

In what kind of country is this?

class fatalised Bowellism 

the sick rose winedrunk 

on a broadloom Pushkin floor 

threshed words red 

there are Steinways to follow 

& seraphs on Brooke street,

it's the colour 

between thawed gurgles 

that what really matters

& London is the centre 

of wicker fence panels 

its river territories broken  

the last firebreaks hanging

under Blackfriars Bridge 

to starry rushes chainfated

what deposit slot rolled 

my cobblestones glom faced, 

outside Automatic Hydraulic 

anti-terror bollards  

in the event of a loss of power

non-sector chaperones 

allow the ingress of cool air, 

with warm air flowing out 

through two tall vents forming wings 

that mirror each other, 

public & private bokes 

all set to chrome 

it’s underlight schism hums 

Laws balustrade is this? 

Asset Management Limited 

shining sleeves scraped 

from every pore & costs nothing

laid upon its roof burning day 

into your eyes rising 

the stone of the plaza,

in every living sign 

a public-space guru locked in

Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton 

rooms screening  

Live Below The Line

(Mission Four, Mission Five) 

& what will you do Alfie Deyes 

with the cadres of flashbacks, 

reliving the downside

of nostalgic austerity trend

for 20 minutes (Mission Six) 

teeth cleaned on tassel loafers 

readily circling each crutch

you know you have to die for a rebirth?  

Cauldron burning London's   

collar plinthed now this is Bang at Sportcity 

the Plateau, the Field, the Garden agenda  

a gala of dystopian domes Logan's Run

of my desire for wrecking

in multi-use pause areas frozen stars! 

on the lips a Levelling Up, 

a song for rent & village culture 

the economic pie everywhere 

& for everyone, not re-slicing it

Teesworks in Redcar, 

& sell it these new clusters 

will be our Fourth Industrial Revolution 

in Sunderland headwinds in the past

spread thin through Freeports,

Enterprise Zones 

& Super-deductions

weaving a thread for Investment 

(Mission Seven) 

New Classical macroeconomics 

New Classical tiny glass beads

 powered this small 

& weak dreaming fields 

the background to work 

new satin finish logscales 

peerless white limestone 

of chlorine ducts a flaming urn 

& no drinking water 

for this sabre of light,

filigree lightness is anodyne 

& as low as possible 

over the tidal Thames

every child to thrive

on decoy vent fed air, (Mission Eight) 

off seed cathedrals noon-marked 

monocoques hollowed to dusk 

the development sequence 

scratched inside wet paper brain 

Werkstatt the swilling ‘ideas engine’ 

Stanhope PLC a field of glass, 

windswept Thomas Heatherwick 

,, your mother’s bead expertise, 

voluminous lottery cash enhances &

lifts the heart in Milton Keynes

seeing futuristic housing 

prototypes (Mission Nine) 

Workplace Mediation Specialist 

hangs a heavy chain over my heart  

your team knows why 

& takes my eyes out 

explore a National Landlord Register  

at the Construction Expo 

Five Angel Heads Comprise

the biosphere & how to die in it? 

(Mission Ten) new County Deals 

devolved administrations, 

sitting on the 

laver of eclipsed arches 

all human malevolence 

is planned orange light 

porphyry stone stand on the backs 

it’s meaningless orange light 

porphyry stone 

& the loggia curls quiet out composite 

social typology bonded 

& elevated again, 

cleaned spurriers to mercer yoke

& no passage for foot 

in the shadow of the new Cathedral, 

the paying metronauts

‘I came here to swim 

in the highest pool in Europe

& I’ll be back again tomorrow’ 

(Mission Eleven) 

plugging austerities in the wren 

binds a midnight tabulation 

over spitting concrete 

the drills, the controlled explosions,

the Corporation 2001

Cliff Richard Operation Yew Tree 

& nobodies safe, 

the wedded nodes the diminutions 

& you eat them in the Giant Needery

little britain with wards tested

gladi/haemophilia + binos 

evenings golden hour draped 

black velvet above winged griffin ramps 

(Mission Twelve) 

the shallow end of Bullism 

& you face it 

in your head Nomura 

& Merrill Securities metals

King Charles III, 

finds it pleasing the Heritage Markers 

now shaped into a grab-rail 

come to terms with the view.