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Monday, 18 May 2026
Tuesday, 12 May 2026
On Pain VI (draft/unfinished)
Elementary Class Consciousness, did you say? Let’s have it repeated a little louder by the trumpet.
A. Huxley
Britain is a nation of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, invincible green suburbs, dog lovers and - as George Orwell said - old maids bicycling to Holy Communion through the morning mist.
J. Major
*
Actual slogans around our heads
detuned to tearing a buzzword
instead given to imagine
what kind of country is this?
class fatalised Bowellism
& the chud of words spoken to deaf air
there are Steinways to follow
& seraphs on Brooke street,
what survives so prospects could gaze
straight ahead over the water
with you between thawed gurgles
on Dover’s edge
a cell of one together.
*
“And yet .”
Wend hypnopædia dead omnipresent
the city lights of ‘heart-centred’ offices
& County Hall scoured to Shrekworld
in the viewing corridors
the mystagogy of WeWork
my heart is dumb boracic
latchless sleep bilked what really matters
is eaten on the scale of need,
binds itself in a midnight tabulation
over spitting concrete
new Classical macroeconomics
new Classical tiny glass beads
powered this small & weak dreaming fields
at night the background to work
every child to thrive
by the exalted lights
& season mood boxes
in a purpling midnight hue.
*
Permanent mobilisation
of blind genetic competition
people & people
or endless re-enactments
of ritual power-plays
ancestral environments
plugging austerities in the wren
the Urban White Paper Urban Renaissance
BioMed Centre identikit corporate detailing
quoin metal black bile
to my scrying door plate
mixed-use the sugar pill
Marina developments
micro segregation blood fielding
in treacle-like gloss paint;
plastic art planted in concrete
business district winding down
Era Two is more optimistic,
spec boasting holes a ‘Transversal Space’,
Post-Good in Quango fortified,
stock-brick-clad
ground-floor blast walls
scratching the edge forevermore.
*
The underclass discussed on mumsnet
Do we have one? Why?
Who or what is responsible?
When did it all go wrong?
answers on a postcard
wiping off at the diadem floodlights
another collared plinth
wriggle out in virid pilule seedbed
Russell Group firebrands
in spirited Rosewood Calf Leathers
kicks me down
this gangway job pissed town
is yours in a sports bags,
you can have it!
*
Outside Langham Place
sans consentement in Corsham stone
the nuptials of god
& god the Stone beneath volutes
Justice 4 Fathers Spidermans
half suspended with a daughter’s guitar
‘In the Name of The Father’ by Bono,
the Trafalgar Groves, the Victory Footprint
a gala of dystopian domes
Logan's Run of my desire for wrecking
in multi-use pause areas
frozen stars! on the lips a Levelling Up,
a song for rent & village culture
the economic pie everywhere
& for everyone, not re-slicing it
Teesworks in Redcar,
& sell it these new clusters
will be our Fourth Industrial Revolution
in Sunderland headwinds in the past
spread thin through Freeports,
Enterprise Zones Super-deductions
a 10-point code of conduct
Londinium vapour trails
wrenched quiet a dream covered nothing
again its boiling More In Common
& nobodies safe, the wedded nodes
the diminutions & you eat them
in the Giant Needery
little britain with wards tested
gladi/haemophilia + binos
the heart dystopia
while the wind was playing,
glided away images
evenings golden hour draped
above winged griffin ramps
the shallow end of Bullism
& you face it in your head
Nomura & Merrill Securities metals.
Friday, 8 May 2026
Yaxley Libretto (draft/unfinished)
A cynosure creaks acre upon acre
& Eddie Stobarts Class Alliance
macro image infields
a profound caesura
in my heart it came too late
the famed ginger group,
The League of Empire Loyalists
as it dissolved or merged
with white Dominions imp inverted
the ganglia sundrowned heart
of our nationalwend flagstaffs,
One Man Armies in ermine justice
that affrights blood for good reason,
& Reasonable Grounds Thresholds
dirigisme & the end of all choice ever
& the Will of the Government
as it coils our legally enshrined
age-old tradition of peaceful protest!
look into my eyes
MR TERRIER MASK DEFECT
SIR FKA QC SAT ON A WALL
jilted Herringbones
broken element by element
& the sweet green meadows
lie beneath & How Shall I live?
in a hole of PG bovver boots,,
in a fugue state? no sorry
a body becomes separate
from another body miscegenate
on the Giant's Causeway
the unsung pastures
of another skin in tungsten
the spirit of the Blitz
English Britannic snakes breathe,,
Novikov God Prigged Thanet
& I would rather die than Rose Scab
a ladder strategy,
set me alight to be kissed forever
opaque & when pushed
remembering a Rigby ring
& headblows,
forevermore hanging
our buckled angel flaked on flags
from each aching hole
your voice again, silhouettes
Pickering feeling mincing tilth
sweet honorable God capitulates
then we arrive shrinking breathe
teeth buried & lips to blood
how the minority molested
in the true sense in public parks
playgrounds stand against
tawse triaged talc heads
uniforms lost to replacements
& tongues that elope unpunished
ideas never hurt anyone
under reformist batons
O be a bright shining Strasserite,
Third Positionist
esotericist crying out
dewfills of my spleen
little unconditional
reVolutions that residuum
of the shore rising happy,
engaged ‘stronger’
hope falls out of each
multifaith charity space
hyperalgesia in the sand
whites of eyes & how the broken
Global-Marxist agenda nonced our kids
the notional gang is catnip
modern-day folk devils bores a hole into
the public imagination antirrhinum my
over stab-proof vest a bliss without bliss
& suffering without suffering,
from a small voice thinning
the hedonic zone
the analgesic of my throat
Y-shaped crimson threads,
to be a scapegoat
ripping everything up again
in the morning light
ordinary citizen scrivened
tight to tiny creaking permissions
a hate thesis under pig masks
tearing pages skywards
in the half light
the CPS fell silent touching our
The Final Doxing Process
bloodless sermons imploded hillocks
burning a wrathless tongue
Sargon of Akkad numb watching
as I gurgle the lickers
of envelopes & folders of circulars
close-ups fill us with imperial amnesias
snopake’d powdered glass
manja lined impunities &
The Tariff Reform League
Imperial Cooperation League
Imperial Ascendancy of Great Britain
& speechmaking skills
general purposes Viscount Gage
Lady Shiffner, Rear Admiral
T. P. H. Beamish
& only a handful of untitled persons
sickled on the floor in an abandoned world
I do not smear shit on walls, or
debase myself in twisted sermons
madness International Marxists
White Indigenous Rights Alliance
cribbed me to platoons,
companies & parading
but I still want to see them shuddering
alive for all the final finals
in the Admiralty & its staging remedy tees
their plight in a knot of Credo
everynight from caucuses of the Monday Club,
the NatCon conferences the Politics of Decline.