30.07.25
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
30.07.25
Paddington Speights
the remote area
body hangs for six days
a face pervades over eaves ornate
the terracotta ridges
steep slate its four-hipped
between two lives a bent heart
like gavel nixed into metal fouled out
downdrafts & medicament palls
hands like open fists
cantata lumpen denominators
strung up sliding down morning
leaves moon approaching
a victim of true alienation
29.07.25
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 its tinnitus
the narrow corridor of blurrchain
autonomous threats
from objects it helps
the operator capacity
sky emptied shore
terms of slaughter
it’s yours to achieve
arrayed out losst
closed-hatch proportionality
the beginning of time
eyes look on minims
laws unreshaped
28.07.25
Open your mouth
iain catleugh hutchinson
the secret parts gone to pieces
gilliflowers swilling inside this
greywealed earth
Section 21 no-fault
so see through bits of you
on nightfalls ambuscade
tangled in the rig
your ownership portfolio
stand-alone flag corpses
‘I just want my property back’
when you laugh
on one knee & now on the other,
within a territory from leafy vantage-points
Bayswater toxic pyramids
arsenic & mercury
the weak dreaming fields
a song for rent falls out
annulled your life poured out to a yelp
National Landlord Register
every time you move clings to you
your sleep is cut
‘I just want my property back’
moving palliatives tiny glass beads
all human malevolence is planned
planned classwar sicked
to find the cutting instrument
bedded in head full of arrows
glowing pleadingly back alaturka
the hallmarked dent Liquidator
audible in the mouth
does not count what goes in
brings the images home to you
at the International Property Awards
‘I just want my property back’
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25.07.25
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 analyticerror 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 eyes in the sky
Lemkin without light
27.07.25
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
26.07.25
Psocids in the flour
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
covered finalities
so the birds can fly there
24.07.25
Private reneges of your work
they cinch your mouth
cribbing the terminal regimes
you put them into pockets instead
for Life is very precious
ingurgitate managerial techniques
like renal fluids
your souls opaque dulling
ached out secrets
tribulated in more hushes
vertebral column ethically sourced
all of us fall down
demote futures burnt colour
no one believes in
locally grown white
cosmos & dahlias
so there's this little dark
corner of my room
that talks to me like
telemedicine comforts
I sometimes talk back
in stunted light tenderly
reciting deserted past prescriptions
their gentle phosphorescences
the meaning of them emulsifying
After Rückert
The day is fine don't be worried, don’t
OK they've just gone for a long walk.
Yes (…) they have just stepped out.
And now they are making their way home.
(...) Now
Don't be worried, the day is fine. Fine.
They have simply made a journey
to the hills. Or (...) just
They have just gone out (...) just now
but they will not be coming home.
We'll go meet them instead
yes on those hills in the sunlight,
the day is fine
on those hills.
Yes (...) yes, yes.
In this weather, in this windy storm,
I would never have sent the children out.
They have been carried off,
I wasn't able!
(whimpers)
In this weather, in this gale,
I would never…never
never (...) have let the children out.
I feared they sickened: those thoughts
In this weather, in this storm, those thoughts
I would never have let the children out,
they might die now (...) pointless this weather.
This weather (...) weather.
In this weather, in this windy storm, those thoughts never
I would never have sent the children out. Never…never
They have been carried off, I wasn't able to warn them!
In this weather, in this gale, in this windy storm
They rest as if in their mother's house.
As if, as if (mumbled)
Frightened by no storm,
sheltered instead by the Hand of Daddy,
(...) the Hand of Daddy!