SCAT MERCH (LARGE)

 

£25 inc/wwp & domestic post 

All 4 are Large Fruit of the Loom

You are Britain’s Fairest Man (amended draft/unfinished)

 

Officer pushed him. He went forward. 

Thought he had hit his head. 

Expected blood beneath 

the surface of the skin 

or dead tissue above 

the surface hair is an attribute, 

part of the human body 

it breaks into an arrangement 

or configuration 

the category of a weapon elegised to class 

a pricket gathering 

at the base of emergency situations, 

with just enough hope 

below that blood filled glow

is yours QC on moonbeams 

a cruel vector of birchen pens,

The Director of Public Prosecutions 

QC Keir Starmer

a redoubtable wielding roflcopter 

of justice drugged 

to taskforce a plea-filled earglow 

your children's hopes 

as burnt missives imagine 

commercial leases imagine 

the courtyard tribunal apex

upon which the presiding authority sat 

imagine inside these delicate circles 

that conceit hails exception 

lawfully still like garlands 

or stars circling together tonight

delighting on such a night  

& the clouds that stilled like 

Justices Face & not twist about 

for public taste  our legally enshrined 

& age-old tradition spiked to peace 

the Lauding State whittling germane 

all-powerful love creates 

& tends above, 

to all things in its care 

that's flashing through me right here! 

& you repeat to stuttering

from The Last Stars uttering 

The Power of the Bar!

Give us tools, 

arguments & defence lines 

to allow us to say 

water cannons are necessary 

plastic bullets permissible & all day

as to its deterring eternal embrace 

is blissful & with good goodness

is their existence 

policing over personnel codes 

& what constitutes 

a weapon previously growed? 

Out The History of Judgecraft

alone as courts depart 

merely ciphers for

Twenty-Four-Hour sittings 

no pause on weekends 

to increase the rate of convictions 

& made a personal appearance 

at 4am Highbury Magistrates Court 

Morale Boost. Core Quality Standards.     

Billing my head’s so burnt – 

a thousand times before.  

Scab who cried a placard weaponised 

& in the end, 

you’re just a disgusting shite

like tar & sulphur skein 

pushed within 

filing to desist in the portcullis 

again these accoutrements meet 

human rights guidelines

understand here: 

Core Quality Standards 

there's no remit 

in a Snooper’s Charter

desist on rapid riot

prosecutions hovering roses 

curves like burning above

as hearts may contest 

yet words are truest, 

said from clearest gathering 

around its apex, 

as framed I am here, 

in my proper place. 

It’s hard to see how anyone escapes. 

Day may smile on us with odd gleams

yet night entwines us 

in doorweb creaks,

a eulogising speech 

breaks against my teeth 

streamlining statutories 

The Knight of the Realm,

raised to codes of conduct 

granular predecessors 

unremitting work ethics 

again the emptiest spaces emerge 

bleaches behind us, 

a standing worth 

& what was said 

Sir State, 

You are a perfectly decent 

human being! 

& servants perquisites 

& protections 

listening advisers, 

exercises & focus groups 

hatreds stilled to the edge 

to receive on your knees 

Court-news murdered close 

your mouth & nose! 

You are Britain’s Fairest Man.

The Torn Factory (draft/unfinished)

 

The Torn Factory 

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 the dead 

the dead end red zones 

& doggo SMS anodised cascade

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 the 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 

patio to soft glades 

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 

The High Density-Polyethylene

Houses just burn in daylight  

remember & the endless 

vanguards around 

Purchese Street

Open Space diversionary concrete 

Botched up Artwork 

depicting 

intra sexual, intra working class

love is a sadistic act 

under the Emergency Powers Act,  

an upturned ark 

axel grease in the NHS hospital 

again & 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