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Thursday, 19 March 2026
Friday, 13 March 2026
13.3.26 (unfinished/draft)
Rose ceiling turns out
the smallest keep
how those who own property
might despise their own possessions,
xylophones or thrown out
a first floor window
between us the coming freedoms
dead body to speak
openly without lithium choked
backcourts of tenement, box
bowls light from mirrors
rooms brighter even now
in black damp twitch
zennor oolong scratches or
my dolmens of efficiency saving
mullion to mullion touches both sides
window ails whatever southward
lugwormed your hearts heart of proxies
done dark mica air or eyes or
pink feldspars clear quartz time
half-meant acid nuance choiceless
in-dangling in-work poverty
outexit buddleia status: hedonium
snapping no literary ambition
patrons vermiculate flesh coloured
out of bounds people
I waywend plainsong
careered murmurings
the body of sadism defining
class procreation serried
slow dead from here to Central Station
22.05.25 (redrafted unfinished/draft)
Into a vacant rectangle
benefits like garlands
front lithed Love Faith & emblem
is your heart growing at the rate
of a Dobermans? ask yourself
what do their bedrooms look like
under flashlights
under diadem floodlights
under Channel 4's sub-culture of poverty
Orrery of consultations
with Diocesan Synods & other networks
Steven Dymond's eyes believe it is solved
pure as government utilitronium
palisade fencing permanent simple steps
good enough for you believe again
into speech frugality &
sucked beneath
as if it mattered as if you could
by following 10,000
permanent simple steps
the aesthetic
is bins at the mad bin assembly
stealing food budgets from your
future self the golden inspiration surges
against intrusions upended in the street
bloodlocked& L shaped
this is my version of a weak voice
Wednesday, 4 March 2026
Friday, 27 February 2026
Wednesday, 25 February 2026
25.2.26 (draft/unfinished)
Left in bodachs of your own rendition
penalty of self turned in on
a noxious clubbing bliss
filled with your enemies
their voices reverberating through partitions
their children diving around in high fronds
stamped where I thought I had opposed
& the intimately failing dioptric luna heart
on the ground dumb where you honour
anima slaughter invisible
intermediate steps its second light
little by little desuetude of blame forgotten
rending sacrifice worth making
the direction of the horses had to be changed
wailed to negative innocence.
Untransparent what the position is
comes out in grief bored dark
voice just shadows desiccated
jealous in bivouacs
of future declined to clamber into one
under pinned breath
the first thing we should have
spoken about & remains
gloomy elksedge partially real
partially pain caroms
& gambols draw a boundary between
hind sites cruel coldnesses i do not
deserve to still ask for love
as some defeated cycle of optimism
rehearsed better off numbing
at the skys napping heart or longing
the best life i am holding you back from
