30.06.25
You say subdued inside
it's really just conspiracy made loose
its threading bare
like life skived out from itself
& cant & terribly bowstringed
idiot violence curled in my
chest I've never said mummy
in my entire life
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29.06.25
29.06.25
Together we walked the glassy crick
a tight coupling of systems environments
we watch from the skies
Mountain View HQ closer to the sun
that was never built
the company directives your body stilled
to a Wednesday chthonic, I ate
remembering sick days protruded
out from your stomach but now thats
long gone peeling bitter tears in
the nap-pod remembering your dream
its compliance baled to always
to that or die, over fingers rubbing skin
as a treat & as if to hash for life
your face its future hybridisation
that or die remembering Plug-in City
remembering precipitous white ledges, scunnered
a kiss on the curve of thoraces or boots
remembering what Smart Building
Management Software did to you
detained in screw-ins
to work each day spec boasting
the holes in this transversal space
the vapour light termination of hope
the Post-Good Quango fortified
stock-brick-clad ground-floor blast walls
scratching the edge forevermore repeating
myself just remembering the sky garden
just remembering the just above the water
just limbless creak.
27.06.25
27.06.25
Cabot sleep fantasy scandals out light
its dreaming coil started in our stomachs,
restless oblique colour
the rest is burnt empathetic
there’s a little hole
in the garden where one lives
blinking in the dwarfing light
& I look to the heart of hearts
the noon-marked amethyst
plugging austerities in the wren
bad relief made again it melts away
nothing inside shredded
of use values all the forms & images
in the world can be revoked
where your childhood went
health facilities broken piling
last starred handouts from
paled local businesses revoked
a given date cast aside ceramides
your mother’s bead expertise
slatted facade Accoya wood red eyed
& you the fanlight slogan phishing
The Blessings of Tony Blair
there’s a little hole in the garden
where one lived stripped by shade,
will you go?