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Yaxley barbs on every Ray Hill
I am not allowed to live here
calling on your fingers
I must hear loudly
the vetches of headlands
fall on my body,
whitey cramps my spine
what vassalages work
I do not know how
I was covered in ice & gone suddenly
to their own pathological fantasies
churned by crooks that had me
inside half-fraternising
counter conspiracies against me
circling of their own
stitious worlds subterraneous
cults that polity, protected you
when the underworld emerged
& dominated the sane into
the children of the Devil
the next exorcism I will call it...
The Killing of my Person
staked thereupon I take my leave of sanity &
create ferment, discord, & hostility
the public mind minims the melee
of nameless felonies & harnessed them all
to task little containers immitude
& the rise of armistices, submissions
have forced the sky to end
& minds of eternal apostasy
yet mine is not sitting by idly
for how can evil be passive? O
agad scheming to create
new geopolitical units stealth hybrids?
on the rim acquis in amongst
satin rose petals
every cell & gene
the EU devotes
all the passionate fervor
of a senile lover who sacrifices
his lust to the ultimate shadow
of an illusory dignity!
on every tangled Groupthink
everything is finally lost
under aegis of the unknown
stoned plighted Morals & Kingdom
the Strong, the Righteous & Invincibility
to be the minutes of a secret meeting scrawled
into palaces & City Walls
a stock of petrodollars
fall into my hand like snow
from the counterpane
if we are not careful
we shall be glad to die
as the skin culture reruins
& murders all in total predation
discovers its new living hell
& slander kills my dead name
dead this not-dying Yaxley in arms wait
that have borne & changed
no less than five times
raging in the morning
marked with a sprig of acacia
the last of the legitimate
street protest groups,
while the Cultural Marxists
have machetes in their fucking eyes
& my insides itch a small fraction
of this code for the onslaughts of our enemies
inside a poll tax demonology
a mere night arranged for Darwinism,
Bookmarks & the flesh of
pedos glued torpedoes
heavier than life itself
monitoring the renege of the press
our hands prepare the ground
the weapons the limitless
merciless vengeance
the hatreds & malice &
it is from us that the
all-engulfing terror proceeds
& class struggle
sometimes you think
but a broken peril loans
a version as it guzzles
precious & horizontal
& do I remember an English society
in macadamed light
