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Tuesday, 14 August 2018

thank you /(DRAFT/UNFINISHED)






      
       a done line
         in the self 
out-trips
     us it must be 
      explained given
    the air 
is  the 
             complete cheapness
of living,
      so any ratios 
        turned their places
            onto the outside 
         due to fear 
                   or uncertainty
         in the survival of 
the first comfort, the 
     photo-electric sensors 
are at the height 
of vital organs,  
      and this is how
to breathe in
       of actually trying
to do that, 
  how do you
      do that 
         to guarantee 
 yourself 
    the overtime
      for cold turkey


Thursday, 9 August 2018

the world itself is the court of justice (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)





           your unit
            preys upon itself
             sun-rested
       perfection is
         so to       
             the heath    
   a little honour
                   housing    bare
                 by      keeping the 
                          extruded retina
                of us   on the surface,
                    the drawn in 
                  coppice means nothing 
                in the face              
                 of bitter     metal,
                 as I am petrified
       to the garden,         
            to air
                      a scarcity ash  
                    of damaged masses
                   outside  the meal 
                   tickets wasted in
            full-time, 
                my  glandular
                is static 
            and bone stands
               to harsh 
            ceilings pitch 
                   everything  in action 
         replay  
              against 
                  overdrive shrinking 
     the oneway 
                open  windows 
              to its false 
                  channel is
                sweetness  
                  escaped  through 
                      itself above 
                        the heel, 
         there is nothing 
                       like justice              
                    and it hangs 
                           someone else 
                         for day to
                            be day 










genre humain 1 (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

   




  the cornerstone 
           is known animal,
                      our nature as doublet 
         by number
                    to comfort
          in milk thistle 
             the payless
      rule burned out 
      the autolysis, 
 called in salt 
     the downed breathe
              stay up driven
    in the fall body
banking blood
         by clock saline  
            punched  in the snare 
            innervation tranche 
off sleep tachycardia 

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

circle of willis









eyestrain the results 
    to spoil arrays
     there in 
            a pulverised
                 side of things
                  to wonder ‘work’ 
            a needed worry,
        slowly and for a tenth
   what comes 
      out the mixing  
          bowl oddly cropped 
is a scarcity 


Sunday, 5 August 2018

Ends in the flask (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)







'friends' 
thank you
for  helping the 
working leg