London yourself
Jesuit transcripts
before the stairs
those stairs gave me Material Seal Theory
money keeps getting evil
the piling up
the other people
stop going to bed
stop facing the wall
low volume radio
white desk
towel halved in two
feet and van
fixed positon twenty-four hour street webcam preserving the blue building lights
my skin pulled between the eyes

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it and all

Not sighted
under 100 degrees of orange
old country blues
ugly green and palms background gore
grinning weakling mathematician
where did they get children with beards, grandchildren with teeth
her teeth and gums
I remember them in 1981 when he couldn’t speak to her
she was living on a plastic chair
she was thick with drivelling foam
she was a beautiful knife
at the end of 15 minutes

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He, Nice

There is no New World
spitting distance destructions
lift me living yard crane into a tube for death
so He leaves Key West
crosses roads
cold traffic vex
wandering in angles

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Beeswax tasting woman
knuckleduster sparkle
Sinkhole burning fingers
vegetable waters pink her nails
An animal with nice hair
coloured in ‘hunted tangle free’
Hate with fast food
expired on the know-nothing banging feet thick two
Without a planetary response
deleting men in numbers
Best San Quentin stripper

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Sheltered housing complex with clouded warden
poisoned mushrooms gather at last year’s tarmac
handrails for crumbling palms catch grumbling pigeons
raptor circles roof number two
incident after incident
dog attacks another dog
council cuts hedges for visions of Mary

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He bent recognition, solar place middle names travel faster than the speed of light, others finding disingenuous off grid bile
A catholic second-in-command from a long line of ‘Johns’, generational counterpart herding, coal and iron ore miners, pit head labour and coal hawker boys, men without spells escaped beating winds and levelling rain
Excluded from that fantastic fatalistic collective, the one who hadn’t travelled to Earth’s core, escape artist impregnator of widows, City Life street sweeper, 1940’s Cinema Bouncer, a man inside a long red coat with silver epaulets, head inside a cold peaked cap, a will and a way, undesirable women felt his stem, left red finger tattoos on pale skins
He knew these mysteries in sixty and seventy years, but movies fell back to ten, Latin jobs to five, consumed the unpronounceable, unsolvable mystery of Life
Every day was a Jesus’ head, hands up to the Drinks Industry, looking up all the Saint John’s, faithful stories in encyclopaedias, convinced uncertainty, resurrecting unfinished missions
Saints taunted by the Son of God, the Second Adam unveiled weeping women, merciless men, he tasted pushy victim’s breath, got gravitational pulls, wide range of noises
A psychoanalyst’s door plate, a golden gift at £2 a letter back at the start, Love giving ultimatum graves
A two-door Planet reassembled to create one barrier, She priests considered the possibilities of Protestantism
Outside, his oil and water memory counted in and out, three missing for a lonely trinity, priests know their shadows, recognise and see
Moved in seconds, left in a way
She sat for five wondering about happenings, counting a poor box and communion wafers
His half shoe soles slapped wet pavements, rain penetrated concrete underpass back roads
The end

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Born rust

Factory men
wailing yards
artificial bags, cow’s-back boots, pale food paste
salted snail’s pace vermin
minus is cells kill, twenty days hunger striker
Culdees taken before this
nail in the roof
my rented let your breath out

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Depths superior
Marksman magnifying gunship blast skies
Over, now, heaped-up dead what meat and flat ale to head, then he’s on dog hair pillows
Man Friday linguist fantastic, Idaho white wheat fields postcards, uncontaminated into bliss
In, love for horse’s mane tango, barbed wire gallant
In the house was acted still, blue-pencilled pill chronicles
Catch honour, Sun, resting mass melt
Wall, Flag

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Kick Ayn Rand

Drinking at one of a thousand Earth water bowls, seizing boredom, waste and foreign bride options
I’m a Dark Ages persistent commoner, cheapening banks of brown and silver slapping creation
Dry to wet wading, triumphant free rider in a hired stretch limo
Dishonesty, entrepreneurial, myself and the simpletons from a shoal of rebels
Time onto a constant loop
My wage patrol incidences gave out gutted gills air
City shadow bleach

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Patrick, Patrick

Amen, contented man
Illiteracy alleged a signature, 1901
1883, took her, made her
Blindfolded woman, sober anonymous electoral register fodder, Requiem for a cut-rate death in wood, burial for shillings, two years of choosing another hate manifested in later ledgers, got cramped in the plot, dead babies, not long now 67-year-old labourer from a Sligo whip-maker
He took a reclusive WWI soldier’s bed, the side street next to music hall’s gable end, renovated culture house ghetto blaster
Upright dreamer bedded-into another absent voter, poor man trench eating rat-kind, writing written pencil script –

“Can me to Mars or Jupiter!, It’ll happen to brave Americans later, but not back there, to vulture vermin talon.” –

Foot-rot denied a meal, subsidence in mud & stone, labouring inside nearly-new Brunel barns, kicked-out his interloper
First left alone with an ugly daughter, back to tenements behind a graveyard, or graveyard behind the tenements, sacrilege east and west
five feet tall before bricked-up tax-avoidance windows, saw the nineteenth century over, but his born Man
To wet shipyards with dry docks that lent tools to rages so descendants could get tickets for State love, robots and valley diseases
Who wants a job?, I want Abraham Lincoln’s easy, easy deal, his white monument cleaned to Techno beat and its uncorrected marble crevice dust valleys kill Spanish Indians
Armstrong and Glen come back to Earth God

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