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Tuesday, 7 July 2026

Against The Light Of Others (Rough Draft) pp. 30-70

 



Vanta black nights 

domestication of ice & cold 

to be desired an ice palace 

all the rules of most modern architecture

apply here glycine mir hyperstitions

desiccated black snow 

nobody exists you have no choice 

the choice comes after 

Executive Order 13771

who was able to measure 

& tame frost lives forever

Vormärz Grodek Autumn Forest 

drone full of stars FTC & NIST 

dancing on glass again 

the vertical community 

forged in cold metals 

to the point it becomes 

perfectly liquid again 










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





















Frozen roses desiccated 

surfaces dreaming the world's heart 

gets chucked out another line 

of shit poetry in China’s Harbin 

in the slots of love green-domed 

Saint Sophia Cathedral 

we would live there 

hating these roses under Sun Island 

the disciplining of the Aristocracy 

& the involuntary groomtaming 

of the cold through art all the same 

conceals the reflection of its nakedness 

an artificial lake outside

Klondike gold fields

terra nullius sastrugi













The trouble with the biodiesel 

solution is that no one 

would want to live

in a city whose public 

transportation was fueled,

even just partly, 

by the distilled remains 

of its late underclass




















This sheaf buried 

in the Name of The Devil

near the house of an enemy

who believes will gradually pine away

as the sheaf decays dying 

when it finally decomposes

if the operator of the charm

wishes the enemy to die quickly

they bury the sheaf in wet ground

where it will soon decay

but if on the other hand

desire the victim

to linger in pain, 

choose a drier spot

where decomposition 

will be slow












You choke on World Trust 

I want an answer from the Immobilised 

answers from Poetry 

What's it all for? 

Your own ups & downs?

Your own private idahos? 

flicking it about on your tongues 

antisyzygy gone blank 

my ear near dumb 



















Modern Meadow spearflower 

the algorethics of a hole in the heart 

becomes the world of bits 

breathed through silver 

Sick City Syndrome 

liberty is still possible if we could just 

rid ourselves of its shadow fragrant shade  

whose depths structures 

the contrarian truth,  

instead disappear into microstates 

platforms in International Waters

or every square inch of the planet’s surface 

formally owned by some Sovcorp

prosperity hubs adult al fresco hideaway

Liquid Vegas, Royal Star, Liberty II, 

Liberty I, Royal Empress, Punta Pedrera 

then freedom pushes out all our senses 

to negative heuristics drink a cup of mercury 

all the time avoid clear-cut 

zones/territories together 

at the table of brotherhood values

avoid repetition, avoid straight lines, 

avoid right angles, avoid corners

most importantly do not add or subtract 

not by head 

but by percentage of profit received 

forever into the western Pacific Rim 

a kiss from a rose & not a pill 

in the Belvedere Museum

the past is not dead, it isn’t even past

seasteading the circular factory 

use splines, nurbs generative components,

script rather than model on the skin or 

banners of scarlet, laughter

8 cabanas & the ideology

of the inevitability

of the death of every living thing 


















Lay your head on chatgpt’s 

metaphorical lap

you're on the balcony now

with those model dream hands 

running out the petrol smells

the blurred caloric 

first-ever uncrewed triple challenge 

lithium-polymer choking circles  

into graphene skein 

cure for gyroscopes

accelerometers it moves through 

our bodies like company announcements 

like a Floor Event open the door plate 

its light greenish white 

that mad dead adult 

near perfect child 

impress the bunker 

makes you feel that bypass 

over cleared checkpoints 

door re-opens says 

now that was a tracking shot







I saw the sky turn upon itself 

sublated flowers to unspeaking

an inverted world 

new terminals counter-light 

then love will drift like an oligarch 

through a piece of negative sky  

holes feelings corrode on the underside 

where the parodic conservation 

of Art goes to heal fire 

its invisible ecstasy of oxygen

lies atop separated from Earth 

as the most degraded symbol 

of belief itself















Bin City baked in vespers

bell chant split nets 

presence of its exit of voice 

atonal in propranolol 

beneath gusts of wind 

Virgil depicts Tartarus 

barricaded by a gate 

columns of adamantine 

exit voice underneath 

the glass bridge tamarisks 

trances of its whispering slue 

of life no longer vulnerable 
















Now it is clear metaheuristic

daylight Angry Bird 

predatory Goshawks  

came through the night 

reconnaissance leaves in tinnitus 

IR LED skin blur chain 

at the beginning of time 

emptied again look on 

the laws minims 

the aesthetics of emetics 

if it hurts close your eyes, 

Rosenkavalier still & wait

class condition peels away 

its rare indivisible light 

freesias for their scent

for what is sovereign

made giddy in the head?











Human blood changeling child 

catamenial fluid another 

drains mouth-shaped glass

collected & allowed to turn sour 

in the air i’ve got the good blood medicine 

at midnight inside your bone marrow powders 

preserved epoxy coat 

steel tube frame incantations 

reappearances & not to pity

the very innocence of 

little plastic gloves

















You’re told & you believe for you are sick

centuries of anger panopticons 

for yourself into super-masochist tying 

or wrapping touch this stock 

with speculum brand

easy listening every musical 

lyrical boundary

in the history of recorded sound 

has been breached

every sacred cow upturned

& now the last great biopsy 

of the sky (needs finishing) 
















I dreamt the Lost Race 

The Last Reich 

I dreamt the Millennium Dawn

& the class of their corpses

now time for a New Beginning 

free speech Freikorps frail polis,

a large cumbersome net captured me

barbitones against decimal numbers  

they move on their own 

cuticles so why sleep


















Now you are dead you rendition 

for madrigals because 

the enemies have won 

they swore your name 

eviscerates to the quietest quiet 

scattered inside staircases 

descend further again

the dismounts shuddering 

O that's a nice blossom 

instead a loam brow of worksong 

firmament in the moon metal

gets reversed & out of my own mouth 

I want to watch the whitest frothiest 

blossomest blossom 

but have a life so violently bent 

the not even the wrathless tongue 

can keynote 











Crawling down the slue of your name 

pishogues sometimes with blood 

my floating care near not enough 

wold cures precious nakedness, 

as if to reassure itself not enough 

behind bins or near Roberts Close

watch again care remade into chase 

or found a hole, or tear

& when you escaped your 

tract & leaked into other places 

your body opening palmistry 

nights panic zones silent anechoic 

nearnight I can see your face 

buried in mine watching Our Lady 

& St Vincent on livestream

feel parts of the throat through the skin, 

& not die Hosanna to split 

Chapel of Seven Pains 

i ate it your sickness

w/ fodder crop & Gillespies

I keep what was left in my pocket 







Aphids forever ten black crescent 

moons under your fingernails 

in the Art Hotel Spiritual Concierge 

purge the only thing left remaining:

A Heart Cocooned Unconscious 

R&D backwaters & time & 

there are no more backwaters 

at The Games & Rules event  

minor disestablished poets

claw into the anti-city 

it is necessary to fight them

















Génial lives accoutered 

roses curve for them 

social pleasantries in unlistening rooms 

house-style of plenary phrases 

halfway round your finger 

think of Paddington Speights 

our stolen municipal chairs

Question: What stops hopeless loss? 

Answer: Sausage Class 

inside walls pas de deux 

Shit & The City 

Room 101 comrade solidarities 

glared into access thresholds 

wet winged dims the carousel kinship 

its common lost confrère 

by moonlight your chlamydia heart 

comes back turning its emptier grove 

so next, dear reader its Take Time 

by Scatman John









In the mill of City Point Lights 

sacred Elysium my hatred of appearances 

aloe vera’d hands open to burning 

there are two paths before us, 

an anarchist elegy mirror stage 

or spiraling to Krishnacore, you decide 

to count take promises out of them

the Djibouti Sovereign Wealth Fund

turning aside thoughts formerly localised 

around heart to bilking thin 

against the light of others 

nobody wants to feel hated 

in the fear centre nerve caissoned 

bright low drone translucent people

sober with badges 

The Order of Forgiveness Mimesis 

Rivalry Sacrifice LTD

in a stackrung ascended 

good as fatal stanchions 

hardlined in hollow rooms 

probe your speech the lift of skin 

you move through the external world

order stands now it means 

the cancelled welts are still people, 

nothing is forever angelica root people 

drift away from people the shore people 

the anomalous pain at the end of people 


Vollum ventriloquisms   

the bath houses, the steamrooms 

But what is the politics of phobia today? 

cities emotional high beta three waves   

portfolios, flyover faces 

authoritarian personalities 

& male fantasies formal parterres 

completely aflame herbaceous borders 

& flowering shrubs a girdle of starres

& MRI’s die their nuclear fuel

like whisperless strips

calcined outside falling

this is how we speak now

the shallow firth of anthrax air 

treeless & in the first five minutes 

of your death do all the violent deeds 

glow like under liquid? 











Drive away love in the alabast of 

future dread & spite glimmers 

hurt embers in my chalked mind, 

recommend speaking? diagonally

or not at all I listen for coups,

alibis, reconnaissance missions 

repeated mhaimeo esophageal tears 

the old canard inside body ghosts 

wrecked on loves attrition 



















Wally close red stone 

tarriers in brinewet floodplain 

as if the floor was gulched by Orangeism 

thin little nags & wretched pallet crafts 

Lodge Laws collarettes curled circles 

old shoogly harebells 

& the twelfth Haberdasheries 

felled to a black flame 

the peace barrier curbside I sit

highscoring micro lots 

but barely living cold fingered clyde 

chins a song for rent 

dreich, I can’t stand my own 

mind parading, fraternal drunkenness 

or cream yellow exiles 

cold storage cutcross ripples 

or worm eaten low-capabilities

people ruin of air sprangled dogrose

hippidom mizzled the remaining

comfort space towpaths oracling childstock 

least you're clear of chrome ballast

in the eternal allotments rising

the future different shades 

of tayberries & patty pans burning rings 

of idioglossia on embroidered towels



Ma ville monarchical law 

needs arrow-slits crenellated white-stone 

finest grain of the social body

pressed inside freedoms

panoramic breadth 

Alpha Global City Rich

one of God's creatures

ragged over stone instead of brick 

star-shaped King Pest cross-plained

in Vorst plastic receipts 

while cabbage civilisation exists 

under Atomium marshes of dog shit 

under numbstands 

a cestus of starres from Inspector's Lodge

I am beautiful safe as pipes 

filled by Quartermaster 

carceral city small theatres tortures shape 

dots, wheels, gibbets, gallows, 

pillories sing The European Council

& soulless Eurocrates introduce 

a European bottle 70 centiliters

robbing life of charm & subjecting it to 

The Economic Man gone French

in Beer world again, curry leicht scharf 

paired to Ultra-Luxe

Heer copse sunn blamed 

frenulum pressed into lintel 

LA PRISON=SUCE MA TEUB




















Put out the light of the last crimson star 

death is death salutogenesis 

good health on Red Road 

its premature mortuary scenery  

in the centre The Wealth Games 

with a common signet mouth of cortisol 

here is the tree that never grew 

here is the bird that never flew

here is the bell that never rang

in region of hapless skin

burning some envoi to working patterns 

inner vertical lists Maslowian pyramids 
















Ceiling rose turns smallest keep

how those who own property

might despise their own possessions, 

xylophones thrown out 

first floor window 

between us to speak openly 

without lithium choked 

backcourts tenements boxed 

bowls of light out

zennor oolong scratches my dolmens 

efficiency saving the mullion to mullion 

both sides & the window ails whatever 

southward lugwormed 

your heart of hearts 

proxies gone dark mica 

or pink feldspars 

clearer in quartz time

waywend to plainsong 

the body of sadism defining 

class procreation slow dead 

from here to Central Station

failing dioptric luna heart 

on the ground little by little 

desuetude forgotten blame

& sacrifice worth making 

the direction of the horses 

had to be changed 

wailing negative innocence

bored grief dark voice 

declined to clamber 

under pinned breath 

the first thing we should have 

spoken about remains

gloomy elksedge caroms & gambols 

draw a boundary between 

hindsites cruel coldnesses i do not

deserve to still ask for love 

as some defeated cycle of optimism 

better off numbing 

at the skies napping heart 















Failed kingships black boxed militants 

death-drives is free anti-realisms 

of the beginning dark patiences 

the price for total elimination of one’s foe, 

becomes suicidal in a three-player game 

no better more temperate 

or intelligible an emblem 

than the guillotine rising from the ground

ensures the victory of the third party

even chess players lose their way 

in the triangle where the economy 

of sacrifice has to be radically reconsidered
















It is myself I have never met

the underside of sleepless nights 

Rorschachs unstuck 

but still not mine insects 

in a glass case porcelain 

in palsied hands  

a total worldview 

you have friends 

comprise a truth 

no one utters in the crux 

without competition perceived life 

name medication the shape

of the evenings ghost phosphors 

& the eventual body of the shape 















Mhaimeo your 

sun squared moon


























Private reneges of your work 

cinched in your mouths 

cribbing regimes

you put them into pockets 

instead for Life is very precious 

ingurgitate managerial techniques 

like renal fluids your souls 

opaque dulling ached out tribulated 

in secret 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

gentle phosphorescences

the meaning of them emulsifying 











Crimea Bridge delved earth 

of all the worlds tears

suspended here now melts away

in Azov-Black the wrong place 

the silt you breathe 

slept in ice floes in 1945 

we go to the central corridors

their meaning double-tracked 

chorus on breezes blown

flanging midnight with no pain 

civilian object prelude 

solitude in waking dream

Mosoblbank nightingale 

ShIZO ice fields hollow-shaped 

now is that music?













Krymskyi mist delved earth

of all the worlds tears

suspended here now melts away

in Azov-Black the wrong place 

you breathe slept in ice floes in 1945 

we go to the central corridors

their meaning double-tracked 

chorus on breezes blown

flanging midnight with no pain 

civilian object prelude 

solitude in waking dream

Mosoblbank nightingale 

ShIZO ice fields 

hollow-shaped 

now is that music?












Phagocytes pith of future life 

aerial view antipathies 

imperatives dispositions 

feelings run into 

sacrum sympathetic nervous 

system tryzub coiled 

the rank of victim 

a value even greater 

than the sanctity of life 





















Mandelbulb Lefebre-Yoshida 

Democracy Manifest

jumping at shadows porphyry stone

the two most important things

in the world need & injury 

reproduce that to music

bleakest anamnesis

Colette Peignot in the mountains 

the mirror no more frayage 

& Gesetz will be a society 

of realised art 

& the last hope of Nippon 












Claridges House Red

hyacinth someone else's City

face raining across the border

fantasies of power chthonic

most things are naked 

& afraid crawling inside 

a seller’s hand everything passes

before us as beautiful then tragic 

then X commodity A = Y commodity B

or anti-light hors d'oeuvre this living 

Love of Art even people

will not come to be counted

in the sinks of Tall White Houses 

in the who fucks who 

& who does worse

small Venus flytrap

gently ironising out someone's mouth

singled down as property 

part of the infinity 

of the poet














Groyper flowers Schmittian 

club-goods the corvids

hollowed on the tree stump

in Mar-a-Lago oases 

no dirges just colourless just

written poems afraid of 

flag wending askant

to Realpolitik under striped cabanas

the freeform pool a memetic molecule

of my heart its world history

gold leafing the perfection of disease 

will be in secret hegemon

bearing the costs for collective welfare 

or as ethnobotanists claim 

the age of shamanism 

is rapidly coming to an end













Mandevillas meaningful discussions 

on class taboo just Justified 

True Belief & swilling of Peronis 

Celine dressing gowns 

under the appearance of negation 

might turn into world history

following the notehead 

dissolves into still another 

several voices, separated 

almost stranded


















Rose note in the genital area

snow fall has itself become sick 

the coarsest demands 

what is turning in the wrong sky 

tenderness to vanish closed 

the scent of oleander, pink pepper 

& tamarisks before fade-out 

the Heart turned gradient

in your Don't Die Crewneck

negative values conspire 

can be eventually eliminated

denied your sleep

between the Left & the Right

what wrecked chine torn lithium

through the street & into eternal gardens

but lay for me here,

your sweet-rising voice pining carmine

as if the dead would wait 

in your room are peaks gently kissed

inwards its private world 

so we become a cell of one together 

& when love is not unbroken or exiled 

without eyes every small inurns

in the Kingdom of the Sick

New River Walk cultus medicine paste    

trespassing reuptakes some things are free 

through this alkaline garden

faery lands forlorn in place of doves

quiet breathe toured midnight 

on the sickle of your neck

will have to choose 

just how much unpleasantness 

we wish to create 

or conserve sweet to giddiness 

the hyperthymic link,

or euthymic winking at the brim 

travel to Switzerland to die 

& the dying need not be sick 

rostral shell photographs of lilies

with funeral sympathy bouquets

Alex Karp’s mothers collaged motifs

Named The Gentlest Asphyxiations, 

& pain the type you feel

little insects all screws bolted

curled black lids fading shells 

kidney shaped abscesses 

& the dead meant for Linz 

The Working Class Goes to Heaven

in a sacro pod every four minutes