02.07
Iain catleugh hutchinson
1 of 1 your grotted mouth
merchant smooth tears
on Church Road, Battersea
I look inside your imperial compound
premises that leak
& break into your children
you wake washed clean into
14 company directives
& ply the syringe
into the new unborn
portfolios marquees
twice out of avarice
these words onto your face
stamped I don’t want
that shit on our throats chubbed
to bloated snakes & ladders
or bullion ice I peeled from you
think you can drink forever
on some cordoned fence
this is my night of glass
link by link my scarlet horsehair wig
my starimpaled reprisal
in white ash around
your husk perimeter the unit
of horological excellence
Quisling pig
my pained impassioned plea
its sidereal world alarm bangs
a scythe into your back &
the database value of you leaks
from every pore you see
it will cost nothing, veto’d
like my wildest wettest
dream i flooded back into,
through the smallest crevice
self triaged a disarmament of
ombudsman's you for me
comes out dawning
around your throat,
the hallmarked dent
of your hearts royal
warrants choke
30.05
The narrow tip lacks
stopping power
the ability to produce deep
aphids forever with ten black crescent
moons under your fingernails
in the Art Hotel
Spiritual Concierge purge
remaining the only thing left
a heart cocooned unconscious R&D
backwaters & time &
there are no more backwaters
at The Games & Rules event
minor disestablished poets
claw into the anti-city
it is necessary to fight them
08.08
Krymskyi mist delved earth
of all the worlds tears
suspended here now melts away
in Azov-Black the wrong place
you breathe slept in ice floes in 1945
we go to the central corridors
their meaning double-tracked
chorus on breezes blown
flanging midnight with no pain
civilian object prelude
solitude in waking dream
Mosoblbank nightingale
ShIZO ice fields
hollow-shaped
now is that music?
01.06
Lay your head on chatgpt’s
metaphorical lap
you're on the balcony now
with those model dream hands
running out the petrol smells
the blurred caloric
the First-Ever Uncrewed Triple Challenge
outsourced perfect abuse
lithium-polymer
choking circles
insert into graphene skein
the cure for gyroscopes
accelerometers it moves through
our bodies like
Company Announcements
like a Floor Event,
open the door plate
its vapour light greenish white
that mad dead adult
near perfect child
impress the bunker
makes you feel that bypass
over cleared checkpoints
door re-opens says
now that was a tracking shot.
29.07
Now it is clear Metaheuristic
daylight angry bird
predatory Goshawks
came through the night reconnaissance
mouth opened it left your skin
inclined to zoom while
IR LED lighting systems
leaves in tinnitus
the narrow corridor of blurrchain
autonomous threats
from objects it helps
the operator capacity
sky emptied out lost
closed-hatch proportionality
the beginning of time
eyes look on minims
laws unreshaped
Every object should have a unique tracking identity to distinguish them across a sequence of frames in time and should be positioned in coordinates that must be determined for each detected object.
The Complete Guide to Object Tracking [Tutorial]
22.07
Sensitive sites can you imagine
“Annunciation” “Where’s Daddy?”
garbage targets in the mid-distance
can you see them under black tulips
motion detection, location
carries the rest based analytic
error rooms into your speech
echo of each pulse dared counter
the life judge system designed
longing is so private
operational augmented impunities
looks like Fortnite
wind ammo left range,
etc. strain upon strain
you can’t see wedged hostile
units in the fields
burning engineers
collected images from
the world's heart
skylark in the sky
Lemkin without light
07.08
Dust on fire
died in grain surpluses
on an empty stage
the water
you drink forever
is black shingle
Blue Wolf Red Wolf
covered in vernichtet
30.07
Secret speech to sing to you with,
the possible is lost
how did we touch each other
Jaguar Robot your neck
& the gas its true breathe
leaving us the last avatars
clean & proper
a beauty editor, a stylist,
a fashion photographer
into pastiche hell
there is too much
beauty in this world
26.07
Flour mites
Iron Dome Merrill Securities
metal song shredded tuneless
the sky today is aerial footage
this naked ground death folding
why isn’t the wind moving? no
its true promise watered names
Security Dilemma
not one single sequence
retracting as perpetual
Habsora Lavender
is tenderness unceasing Harop
loitering munitions
lifeless schema Palgrave Handbook
of International Political Theory
so the birds can fly there
19.07
Vollum ventriloquisms
& the aesthetic emetic you say
in the bath houses in the steamrooms
you dictate less frequently face-to-face,
but what is the politics of phobia today?
Tug Haven starflowered objects
of competitive identification
the cities, the emotional high beta three waves
the portfolios, the flyover faces
authoritarian personalities,
& male fantasies
you emerge as the guide
to formal parterres completely aflame
herbaceous borders flowering shrubs
in a girdle of starres
& MRI’s die their nuclear fuel
like whisperless strips calcined
falling outside jurisdiction
of municipal bins
now closed forever
without seeing
yaxleys hidden
in broken sleeps
in the headlamps
that burn you into a blindspot
this is how we speak now
like the shallow firth
of anthrax air treeless today
& in the first five minutes
of your death
do all the violent deeds glow
like under liquid
or is it not worth thinking about?
