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Wednesday, 8 October 2025

04.10.25

 04.10.25



In the Oscar Niemeyer bar 

gimlet voice estrangement 

each vertical option ends 

in the circulation zone 

the Radical political art 

its choking unrepentant 

exit-competition this game contains 

the world I have imagined falling

away misprisions silver tributes 

the meaning of this my friends 

remove themselves from the scene 

through voluntary exile 

could be considered 

a conspiracy of faith 

or half-deserted feelings again 

the upper ranges then 

lower middle ranges could 

hear their echoing  

clad in small mosaics 

to be active in relation 

to a dead thing threat of exit 

as an instrument of voice 

is here replaced by its mirror image, 

the promise of re-entry

Monday, 6 October 2025

HANSA POEMS




 25.09.25

You do forget the scotch-taped 

networks at dawn how many 

Fortune 500 CEOs make poetry 

out of kerosene Patriarcha 

after his tongue their Families

then Nations elegy did not begin,

choruses instead ID people

have to eat remember

the upskilling aneurysm of my heart 

its blended finance instruments 

inside sulphate of ammonia  

the phenol in Ozymandias 

a lake filled all the same 

I exit dream abolished hope 

let me go to my caretaking angel

the Ethics of Hell called name this city

23.09.25

Our illnesses are mostly political illnesses.

Peter Weiss

Through which nothing passes

its wind black code minutes  

sleepless in the Interbau

love drifts to tariffs graphic file

the remains of the city 

of tomorrow its twilight  

of stars or buildings sibilant

tears cyanide moves through us 

in the Tiergarten rond-points 

turns on a ruined feeling 

its premature breath falls toward

the other side a song of neglect

here’s your new image of freedom

under the factory of the sun


 15.09.25


Decades in Rössing 

Golden Apples in their charter cities

follistatin gene therapy  

white angel comes to the Virgin

a bipartisan holds my head

his lips of desert ice 

interior oceans & digits 

the air is cut to a hyper-secret 

dust of bodies beautiful 

moved by patchwork myostatins  

blood goes in special zones 

comes out fractal ‘normal politics’ 

either exit or voice 

or creeping myrtle 

after its legal death 

so don’t die

31.08.25

War is hell, is it? I will work for the abolition of hell by calling a convention and passing a resolution denouncing its iniquities. 


Herbert Croly

Praxis proposed city without light 

RFID response their echoing   

of the evening fingerprints

hidden waste disappeared over every 

horizon the wrong world 

it’s dark song in each carotid

to stop dreaming instead 

the soft wail Voice Residual Exit 

of error hallucinations 

everything is rendered 

in the fortress city a bare piece 

of its own language stretched sky

the Allocative Efficiency 

versus X-Efficiency 

not by rights but by rite

30.08.25


Kayfabe through a ream of sunlight 

the spathe of my heart Mustaqbal

deglomeration don’t say that word to me 

syringed out PV-Wind-DG-Battery 

image classification

literature waste collection in that order  

but leave me my love 

adapted into a technical principle 

& held in the advancement of  

a society on the Gulf of Aqaba 

Lagrangian alive in your mouth 

desk review under dusking trees

flood the zone with shit

cinema museum its roof official 

nitrate air of fate contaminants

machine translations 

infernal strategies

dark pathologies   

the beautiful vistas

are worldsick trypophobias 

world culture hospital models 

swim in the ether of its linear composition 

zenithal primed army the flight of birds

crystalline soothed gravel drives 

curl into our chests

a giant artificial moon

zero streets now paradised

of black minutes


31.08.25

In the Vanta black nights

Domestication of Ice & Cold 

to be desired an ice palace 

all the rules of most modern architecture

apply here glycine mir hyperstition

True Right Correct Anyone 

or Anybody & Each & every & all  

again depots desiccated black snow falls 

nobody exists you have no choice 

the choice comes after 

Executive Order 13771 a tiny song 

who was able to measure 

& tame frost lives forever

in a vision of post-democratic future 

Vormärz Grodek Autumn Forest 

drone full of stars noon-marked 

cathedrals FTC & NIST starklight 

dancing on glass again 

the Vertical Community 

forged from cold metals 

frozen water sub-divided 

to the point where it becomes 

perfectly liquid again under 

marketplace Thomas Carlyle 

on how sacrifice might be visualised


01.09.25

The reality that no form of oppression cannot be alleviated by ready access to money seems to underline this overdetermination.

Marina Vishmidt 

The morning brings a frozen lake 

& stands in the huge embrace 

petrified beating on the soles 

of the feet an archive of  

omissions pale twilight 

accumulating with the idea 

of self-defence glen perishing 

provider of sloes  

overwebs, half-hidden

coloured dry of silver 

then black then below the cloud 

the human-centered city

in Vision 2030 Waltzing 

the code through music 

to the desired floor zerogravity 

urbanism tiny gap  

city has been stolen 

shrink & sink down into evening, 

singing silences touch  

in volumetric formate  

in compete & survive 

your extracts each decade 

SVU burns out your soul 

& it’s not possible to take it

you can either die 

or go somewhere else 

Triple Bottom Line 

spat its macadam of the whole world 

on us stuck there in gorse careering 

features needed in a snare 

pushed-out breath 

filled with lighter fluid 

loom stiff beneath 

the perfect angle,  

a thousand described routes

the side effect walls mirror facade

of birdsong dreamed away 

by birdsong 


04.09.25

I saw the sky turn upon itself 

sublated the flowers to unspeaking

into an inverted world 

new terminals counter-light

then love will drift like 

a hypothetical oligarch 

through a piece of negative sky  

holes feelings corrode on the underside 

where the parodic conservation 

of ‘Art’ goes to heal fire 

its invisible ecstasy of oxygen

lies atop separated from the earth 

when I said last night 

that we have loved 

& that we can be eaten 

as the most degraded symbol 

of belief itself


08.09.25

Run Away! We must run away!

Tolstoy 

Drive away love in the alabast of 

future dread & spite glimmers 

its hurt embers in my chalked mind, 

recommend speaking diagonally? 

or not at all 

I listen for coups, alibis, 

reconnaissance missions 

repeated mhaimeo 

esophageal tears 

the old canard inside

body ghosts 

wrecked on love’s attrition 

boke of stark light 

to love the absent