90% polyester

still twentieth century visits
Camp Majesty
bending tungsten
satin sash title fighter hooks
smoking green grass burners
uniting tight-fitting lap-sitting women
industrial tribunal metal pin tattoo brainwashed art
money dragging gifted arm

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Smell Filthy

Saw Sondheim’s ‘Fruit Juice of the Soul’
actor’s encore dip, tips, left and right and out to women like this, to men like that, the crimes of The Broadway Ripper
odd height couples in their Manhattan towers, I stored myself for a while, then star backed, from walking a three-week cold saunter
‘Where did he walk from?’
That was him, from LA, now fed-up in Western rent, getting sun’s burn, red and white fingers on newspapers, safety deposit dreams and driver’s value on eight track roads
falling crosses, non-Huguenot police chiefs, eyeing in underground time
smell filthy New York gangland death stare

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Early Double Helix

Labour build
July 1966 rehousing project
no rats in the south west miles
she cleaned for a saviour
inspector’s anxieties, anticipations
Plant moved around the new wood smell
a photograph, four humans and one animal, not inclusive, we breathed the same air
ignorance killed a hibernating tortoise
typhoon came and went
schools hired zealots to destroy
News jotters recorded floods, strikes, power cuts, candles, the invisible bike
walked alone, then Pollock weekends with dog gangs
no fire for the Green Goddess, shouting News boys at midnight
cold chapel, good trousers, no communion, sweets, middens, long back-green grass, canary yellow British Railway van
Arthur Montfort dragged us through tedium, food under polystyrene tiles, beside woodgrain wallpaper doors
thought he had Black Death, refused the elevator, we carried paint pots before Travolta stole the style
his comic effect, Fr. Daley killer grab, unconcerned soul and shoplifter
graffiti cells led to melting ice-cream

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Takeaway charity box thief
trying learning, frets
trying guitar, plectrum count
tone deaf viral food
hits, soul slips

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God reclaimed the land
all across our great thing, gambling tables dissolved craven evangelists dice
Evolution kicking up new dance steps, now a barefoot and worried man,
took on blisters, nervous blood and longing
tackled gravity, like a bat in the trees, I hang up from other firing neurons
a new man bespoke, debunked alpha with progeny wild, and I tell you, they’re eating ants, drinking larva bathers kerosene water
I got an Apache feeling, tip-toed on old rocks, telescoped distance, made fear measure, took time lots from a double-sided pamphlet on hands up to the Sun
my black barrel of a spear evaporates mammal love, what’s now worth more than three hours to skin and butcher
take the bone out again Lord

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He ran in tune with her crumbling mind
with black backpack packed, the bottled water waves
on the on and on with tread, passing quick kill architecture, grass blades, bare trees, malingering men
non-tethered prey driven dogs slice their coats on creosote colour fences, make-believe castigator, non-Skinners degrade with the end of leather
got his precious shin splint stories to share
his magnificent trials for woman

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I was before this wonderful, a rolled-up tongue and saliva drips names slurry
my memories iced, now a healing head
got internal chemical rearrangements passing days in sensitive skeleton robotics, the inside-out intestinal knot-work, legs jive under night’s cover
so won a month’s hard labour in a survivor’s chat-room
I was before this wonderful


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1,049 miles

Walking, talking care home voters roll debris
chaperoning coins, a re-birthing mother feeds a machine, keep it up lady
Lithuanian suicide dialect – ‘Say something Sister!’
late afternoons with her invisible friends discussing The Frederick Douglas Hypothesis
injury time shifts, pay nets, plainsong plans

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He and the breathless dog
walking frozen aisles
getting bookmaker’s jaw-jaw
hood up in a hot sun
can’t see his intimate intimidations
dog knows his kinder fragrance

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the modern life

To Friedrich Engels with love
morbid intentions of Capital
under the floss mill
labourer’s drugs and diversions
no warping smiles on wristwatch faces
child fitted under moving gears, from the stables
physiology grafted by cigar yellow breath
experiments, expansions, slave and usury

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