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Wednesday, 26 March 2025

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