03.07.25

03.07.25

Defeat me psychologically 

in email chains a braid of armaments

out the sky balustrades of 

your brightest human warmth  

ascends to cancelled out filigrees

out appearances bouncing care

to be held in covers kept

read Robespierre to shit mirrors 

with a mouth of rolled & folded papers

want me to fuck my life

tired tried dabbling in the soul of 

a 'real-life' communist phlogiston

the faint whorl mites

of my heartfilled refuge tried

strangling deleterious feelings 

eternal amends again 

in the basement floor 

holding hands in the cracked out 

working steps the milling hours 

mhaimeo pressed me intimately

against her breast

safe again

02.07.25

 02.07.25

Iain catleugh hutchinson 

1 of 1 your grotted mouth  

merchant smooth polite 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 your 

face 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 

its monstrousness 

chorus comes out dawning

around your throat, 

the hallmarked dent 

of your hearts royal warrants choke

 

01.07.25

 01.07.25

Clinic Valmont 

the disposable pulp commodes 

moving through the world 

unmelted your speech 

look here is my real voice it is

with Soft Edges, Glowing Lids

every Angel is terrifying & yet

into small window bars 

the eternal humiliant 

rising up in the multi-night 

music of an empty room 

where the bad blood echoes

things fall out of your mouth 

& we laugh like tubes

orchestrated gantry stunts, 

the banners, the Santa outfits, 

the nooses, the desperate measures?

the din broken light the circumference 

halves me & the frigid lips of my heart 

into quiet breaking a sacred bond

declines to annihilate 

& you say every angel is terrifying!

30.06.25

30.06.25

You say subdued inside

it's really just conspiratorial

minded made loose to thread 

baring bare life skived out 

from itself bowstringed 

idiot violence 

curled in heart 

i’ve never said mummy

in my entire life 

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? 

25.06.25

 25.06.25

Imatinibs fall out your 

mouth sesamum in the ground  

ember hands in place of our 

hereditary melodies transfer 

in our bones coupling 

nonpareil you also speak 

to dwindling hematomas 

now pressed into corners 

of burnt out colours 

the last photo metabolism  

turns tightly coupling 

everything magnetically sealed

slips between white 

incopads of imagined persons  

& you were crying waiting in the centre 

around a small song

lonely light ameliorate 

unglück nerve gaggles 

in nights wetgrim cycles 

even death was still turning 

onto your eyes