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As the spring dries up, the fish live on land, wetting each other with their spit and froth.
Zhuangzi, Book VI
Selten habt ihr mich verstanden,
Selten auch verstand ich euch,
Nur wenn wir im Kot uns fanden,
So verstanden wir uns gleich.
H. Heine
In the Oscar Niemeyer bar
gimlet voice estrangement
each vertical option ends
in the circulation zone
Radical political Art
its exit-competition
this game contains
the world I have imagined falling
away misprisions silver tributes
the meaning of this my friends
remove themselves from the scene
through voluntary exile
could be considered
a conspiracy of faith
or half-deserted feelings again
upper ranges then
lower middle ranges could
hear their echoing
clad in small mosaics
to be active in relation
to a dead thing threat of exit
as an instrument of voice
is here replaced by its mirror image,
the promise of re-entry
Decades in Rössing
golden apples charter cities
follistatin gene therapy
white Angel comes to the Virgin
a bipartisan holds my head
lips of desert ice
interior oceans digits
& the air is cut to a hyper-secret
patchwork myostatins
blood goes in special zones
comes out normal politics
either Exit or Voice
or creeping myrtle
First image invulnerable building
continuous interior like open office
environment effect associated
with traditional livestock practices
no axis to follow
no more boundaries to cross
just pale gazes
over golden shadows
Sensitive sites can you imagine
“Annunciation”“Where’s Daddy?”
garbage targets in the mid-distance
can you see them under black tulips
error rooms in your speech
echo of each & life judge
looks like Fortnite
wind ammo left range,
etc. strain upon strain
hostile units in fields burning
images from the world's heart
skylark in the sky
Lemkin without light
Karl-Marx Grave labubu dolorem
in my linear city entirely man made
glass mirror ceiling covered in phrases
giant artificial moons all decayed to zero
consumes less virgin land now
Abdul Rahim Al Huwaiti
dispensaries their opposition
echoing PIF breaking
the bone of a dead person
is equivalent to breaking it
when the person is alive
a right to take falls in pale grief
mornings seizing aquellum clean
undetachable names
in the glacier rooms
vault-tec fantasies
pour into your sleep
the city becomes suddenly
beautiful again
Moorgate rains ethanol fluid
turns mourning out of earth
staked out for scatological rites of all nations
under corporate umbrellas,
for fleshes of welded indices
small pillboxes in ludic circles
multiple deprivations on NCP London clay
bellum mouth runs around
the deregulated Square Mile
Roman City boundaries
Corporation 65,000 cubic metres
of soil taken for Bronze hares
CLC veneers cloudnines Carillon red dots
the regeneration scheme
& the slow curdle of its
dying light to sing again a greater
& emptier lease hypertrophied
apartment blocks elected representatives,
Common Councilmen,
Aldermen milk-paled, sallow Sheriffs
& Lords from the Medieval guilds
stuck behind your ear a jasmine flower
blows the profoundest carrion
into the sand-drag your cities quarter
its floor & traffic environmental zone
Our happiness gamifying misery
in the art of not dying
& victories we have won
painfully curled
tight from the seeded culm
the bean counter
on the rooftop bar Highballs
End Times Exhibition Talk
& The Sadist Whips
the Obviously Innocent
One leg in annuities,
solstices, sanctuaries, woes
breakthrough my heart is dumb brassic
wiping off at the diadem floodlights
dead fens being dead
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
You work sans reveries
in the midnight purpling hue
tips stars to lug imminent
a 10-point code of conduct
boiling the Urban White Paper
Urban Renaissance BioMed Centre
identikit detailing quoin black metal bile
actual slogans tearing around
our head into buzzword wrenched
quiet to scrying door plates
vandal-proof sugar pill vapour trails
Marina developments
micro segregation blood fielding
treacle-like gloss paint plastic art
planted in concrete business district
winding down Era Two is more optimistic
‘Transversal Space’ Quango fortified
Post-Good stock brickclad ground blast walls
scratching the edge forevermore,
Russell Group firebrands in spirited
Rosewood Calf Leathers kicks me down
this gangway job pissed town
it’s yours in a sports bag,
you can have it outside Langham Place
sans consentement in Corsham stone
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,
Trafalgar Groves Victory Footprint
Link sculpture with panoramic viewfinder
In what kind of country is this?
class fatalised Bowellism sick rose
winedrunk on a broadloom Pushkin floor
there are Steinways to follow
& seraphs on Brooke street
it's the colour between thawed gurgles
that what really matters
& London is the centre
of wicker fence panels
its river territories broken
under Blackfriars Bridge
starry rushes chainfated
deposit slot rolled cobblestones
glomfaced Automatic Hydraulic
anti-terror bollards
in the event of a loss of power
non-sector chaperones
allowing the ingress of cool air
with warm air flowing out
through two tall vents
forming wings that mirror each other
public private bokes set to chrome
it’s underlight schism
hums laws balustrade
Asset Management Limited
the stone of the plaza turns
every living sign into a public-space guru
Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton rooms
screening Live Below The Line,
& what will you do Alfie Deyes?
with the cadres of flashbacks
reliving the downside
of the nostalgic austerity trend
in multi-use pause areas,
now this is Bang at Sportcity
the Plateau, the Field, the Garden agenda
gala of dystopian domes
& Logan's Run of my wrecking desire
on the lips a Levelling Up,
the economic pie everywhere
& for everyone, not re-slicing it
Teesworks in Redcar
& sell it these new clusters
will be our Fourth Industrial Revolution
Sunderland headwinds & the past
spread through Freeports,
Enterprise Zones Super-deductions
New Classical macroeconomics
New Classical tiny glass beads
powered dreaming fields
new satin finish logscales
peerless white limestone
of chlorine ducts, a flaming urn
& no drinking water for this sabre of light,
filigree lightness is anodyne
& as low as possible over the tidal Thames
for every child to thrive on decoy vent fed air
off seed cathedrals noon-marked
monocoques hollowed to dusk
development sequence scratched inside
the wet paper brain Werkstatt
swilling ‘ideas engine’
Stanhope PLC field of glass
Thomas Heatherwick windswept
your mother’s bead expertise
lifts the heart in Milton Keynes
seeing futuristic housing prototypes
Workplace Mediation Specialist
hangs a heavy chain over my heart
your team knows why
& takes my eyes out
explore a National Landlord Register
at Construction Expo Five Angel Heads
Comprise the biosphere
& how to die in it? new County Deals
devolved administrations,
sitting on the laver of eclipsed arches
all human malevolence
is planned orange light porphyry stone
it’s meaningless orange light
porphyry stone & loggia curls
quiet out composite social typology bonded
& elevated again cleaned spurriers
to mercer yoke no passage for foot
in the shadow of the new Cathedral,
the paying metronauts:
‘I came here to swim in the highest pool in Europe & I’ll be back again tomorrow’
plugging austerities in the wren
a midnight tabulation
spitting concrete drills, controlled explosions,
the Corporation Cliff Richard
Operation Yew Tree & nobodies safe
under wedded nodes diminutions
& you eat them in the Giant Needery,
Little Britain wards tested
gladi/haemophilia + binos
evenings golden hour draped
above winged griffin the shallowest
end of Bullism & you face it
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 twisted avarice
these words onto your face
stamped I don’t want
that shit on our throats
snakes & ladders or bullion ice
I peeled from you,
think you can drink forever
on some cordoned fence
this is my night of glass
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
seeps from every pore you see
it will cost nothing, veto’d
like my wildest wettest dream
i flooded back into you
through the smallest crevice
self-triaged a disarmament of
ombudsman's you for me
comes out dawning round your throat,
the hallmarked dent
of your hearts royal
warrants choke
You do forget the scotch-taped
networks at dawn how many
Fortune 500 CEOs make poetry
out of kerosene Patriarcha
after his tongue their Families
then Nations elegy did not begin,
choruses instead ID people
have to eat remember
the upskilling aneurysm of my heart
its blended finance instruments
inside sulphate of ammonia
the phenol in Ozymandias
lake filled all the same
abolish hope let me go
to my ethics of hell
& name this city
Wingless aggregator self-decide
on this side of the selenium pool, Zeitmaße
Laws glissando choking into
Artisan bloods cruel corner
of sad joy epiphany one voice
ostinato-like at constant tempo
strange beads like tears loud/fast breaking
song plays as apology
more frequently it is dark
malicious where are my elegiac violins
my key aspects, my Peace Practices
my Temperance Training
wishful Mnemonics swipes your face
the French Republican Calendar,
months weeks restructured
seasons days renamed
Praxis City without Light
RFID echoing evening
disappeared over every
horizon the wrong world
it’s dark song each carotid
to stop dreaming soft wail
Voice Residual Exit hallucinating
everything rendered stretched
allocative efficiency
versus X-efficiency
not by Right but by rite
Katechon rosecolored military key
life of trig point etheric skin
outside the neostate nootropic fated ip
& dawn in silver arms dinner remarks
its inner most & sweetest song
other corpsicles are borne out
inside freedoms Patchwork Exit
choir of blood boys cobalts your heart
in the air deck black waters blackest
face down senescence poetry
doublewalled twilights
laminal flows spiraling eddies
take the escalator to the Q&A portion
of the evening Human-Growth Hormone Pill
silently gathers moonlike
next to Radiance Feeling Terrene
Enter The Pool as dead clients fall out
enjoy what's left
Kayfabe through a ream of sunlight
spathe of my heart Mustaqbal
don’t say that word to me
syringed out PV-Wind-DG-Battery
image classification, literature,
waste collection in that order
but leave me my love
adapted to its technical principle
& held in the advancement of
a society on the Gulf of Aqaba
cinema museum its roof official
nitrate air beautiful vistas
alive in your mouth
under dusking trees
flood the zone with shit
worldsick in ether
of its linear composition
a giant artificial moon
curls our chests streets paradised
now black minutes
Sometimes I imagine a Swallow,
Martin, Robin Red-Breast solemn
anniversary song to welcome
the breach in my head
but it’s your child body xeroxed instead
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
music of an empty room
where 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
& you say every angel is terrifying!
Bad from Good Xinhuanet
in sucralose rain
the Scheimpflug principle
really existing faute de mieux
skynet & the final human
in the so-called kill chain
or loop except for ‘you’
an exception is made
suspended anodyne
in zero sum game
looked to you suppose no audience
ultra private parts broke off
immunised on my face
In the morning hospital bed
small body bad blood
under glass terrorpricked
me awake when I least expected it
snow wiped needles
& all expression from your face
tiniest eyes titer white
finger antibody cancelled
crystal pipettes
Imatinibs fall out your
mouth sesamum in the ground
ember hands in place
melodies transfer our bones
nonpareil you speak
dwindling hematomas
pressed to corners
the last photo metabolism
magnetically sealed slips white
incopads & you were crying
in the centre a small song
lonely light ameliorates nerve gaggle
unglück wet grim cycles
even death was still turning
in your eyes
How did we touch each other
Jaguar Robot your neck
& the gas its true breathe
leaving us the last avatars
clean & proper Beauty Editor,
a Stylist, Fashion Photographer
into pastiche hell there is too much
beauty left in this world
Scried negative capabilities
commissioning bodies, patrons
consultants colluded some dust
breeding on free work
fixed varnished the line inside
what article of faith
deprives today its perfect images
tomorrow wearable RFID chips
& never speak again
self-cancelling all the tulips
& the closure of loves aerostats
walls of Legacy Art Louis XV
nickeled chassis think of a sound
laser-sintered & now
between images our voices
like the most removed political character
now committed to memory
