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Monday, 3 February 2025

The Torn Factory (unfinished/draft)

 




Your father as a territory manager 
& midstream technology products

the rim of the sky we never speak of it 

that twilight Cameron Schlumberger Company

floating above Product Managers 

scoured Surface Solutions 

said aloud under Deepwater

Horizon Oil Spill 2010 Blowout Preventer

the last line of defence -(amended) 

your father as a territory manager 

spewing oil & gas into Gulf waters for 87 days,

a Filipino maid bent

on Jerusalem stone modified in China

the Macondo Well everything is upside down 

inside its darkness the largest in Marine history, 

The American International School of Muscat

over whorls of punishment & watching 

comradesolidarity mewling in circles circles

its mutual fear stage lit 

wanting to be an immigrant

or to become one, the 87-day-long 

wait for thistles impossible in the sun 

& categorically barred feelings 

nurse-like Contract Negotiations 

White Fathers English Faces 

SGV Frac Valves machined aluminium 

in red zones, hands 

Kangaroo Court WhatsApp Curse 

talk about radical politics, the infirmed 

dead end red zones doggo

SMS anodised cascades

efforts to bring it under control 

a love tool you use on yourself after 

& to shame me alone to spelling 

& unspelling new Euclids 

Modern Homes covered in ice

& gone suddenly firebrands huddled

in the Torn Factory, I believe in paranoia now 

& the mad perfection of disease 

no matter what gratuitous things people do

to one another it is best a scapegoat

is painted luminous yellow

& the anonymity of the firing squad 

Whatsapp Kangaroo Court Social Darwinism 

cloisters one way glass 

from patio to soft glade 

you use it on yourself at night 

due process gavel nixed metal 

rond-points that turn on a ruined Eherecht

terms & conditions signed in the dark 

synthetic blood provisions things float 

in natural unison & the unapproachable core 

of that anonymity burns around its edges 

a major offshore accident, 

your father as a territory manager 

High Density-Polyethylene House 

& endless vanguards around Purchese Street

Open Space diversionary concrete 

Botched up Artwork depicting 

intra sexual, intra working class sadistic act 

under the Emergency Powers Act,  

an upturned ark axel grease in the hospital 

& the vocab slips characteristic 

auto-didact drugs I know but 

class struggle is really Customer Service 

& the prescriptions nothing more now 

being symbolically dead 

everybody has tears in their eyes

but does not mind them being there

probably doesn't even know

there are complex passwords 

numerical codes & physical keys,

& what it means to undarken light somewhere 

with peak freedom the red tape rolodex 

wraps around my neck sheds a rubber stamp.