Poems - 18th to 24th May 2020

(I Am a FREE 

I Am Not MAN 

A NUMBER)

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White seething hot glamour commons yesteryear, 

I danced in the morning through the flowers

and the ash, yielding not to demi plié , to

sting away the day oh, National Servent, say! I danced 

in the morning when the trees 

caught fire I punched out my eyes 

in the clear well waters

I stooped to the floor and I let my blood.

Loved before the dawn of time put on some slap

karat out 

I’ll stand with arms high

and heart abandoned, no-comply kiki 

like risible kings to the dawns of a haven’t summer.

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Stare down into the pond. It stings a bit giddy up

it’s time for you ever lovely heart again to drum

oh be my ionised ballast. Tree to flame bit off more giddy

up my bravest J, you’re not behind me 

in the kitchen

a ghost went by my back 

said a long protracted sound

against my neck and I am just too tired to speak

to you loved you in split up forceful right 

get out!

There in the garden of teats

my heavy load, surfacing goodbye Mr. A

the laughing intels them too cringe back long way morning. 

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So in my tallest maxi dress the hotline goes dead

come again to the beach my babe I danced in the morning

and never more was said, no one was dead:

I danced the ionised no-comply loose this beach away a-boating

must there fighting bit retain

take down my details:

Not consent. Not. No

sarongs no shirt no entry, so instead I danced in the flowers 

for the world once again and now agape I am ready

to go!

My perfect, spotless Righteousness

The great unchangeable I AM motherland sorrow.

There, in the little pool where deer go to drink. 

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NUCLEAR DISARMAMENT. Snog the mouth 

under the honeysuckle trellis bellowed piers unyielding

Dungeness scarecrow. Hello I’d like to speak to your

ruinous non so different head, hello this is trailing beach light danced

staccato nebula; pause. A grating instinct

hammers in, the lights of the shore a-sway

the utter law of the land.

Swing out a little karat, little kayak ulterior, sure

line up the flock back they go to school again the peaceful little lesion

time to go!

There's a mirror showing me the ugly truth.

These bones they ache with holy fire. Jolie bruine, moon and moon

this night I creep away my love insisting on. 

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Goodnight Elwood, if you have to go to the bathroom just knock.

K, may I reach across the city weary unimagine

I knocked on the graves I did the things girls did I glimpsed

and retreated to be remembered with pity the larvae

feed on dry matter

not I match make young sob for pleasure

stupid agape at you 

air cut angle grind balcony you and I flung off our heads

coated like the moon’s agonised east-west parade

victory agog.

For greater things have yet to come

and greater things are still to be done in this city

856,500 new faces peering in at the hostile doors. 

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Where no horse should there be I danced like a sack

of shit, increased fibre optic reach, DID 9/11,

wrote a think piece; no one knows he’s in the sky the ecstatic

humours rose: I danced in the servatives I danced

in the self I planned

demi plié to a sassy épaulement

negative

not consenting to live a giddy life by the land

by the law made up for good

heady scratchings

we stand tall

no turning back we found our way my immortal blind

summer unfrost cycle blathering spigot, we stood tall.

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The game’s afoot! Like fuck I danced

nobody saw me you can’t prove a thing,

are you detaining me? 

Am I being detained?
Oh reader, I was so happy

in summer playing arrest like a big bald pup

my amnesty

rests on nothing, jealous white glamour

catch me, catch me! Oh, let me dance 

on imagined hooks

perfect and blameless life

given as sacrifice one step closer, kiss me I want to be

your puppet trussed up in ribbons, the real double negative. 

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What freedom is? I longed to glide across the floor. 

Nymphette sit to pop  in the morning 

garden, mock targets on the swain: caloric 

brain stabbers, wretched bunglers.

June comes spilling in. 

Not enough bandwidth

chattering blue tits

knots of butterflies wired to the screaming moon

steady now cut out my groaning mouth

love comes pnictogen hydride

who would true valour see

let him come hither concrete angel chop 

suey, rally to what most are un-allowed; what each one freedoms is;

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Job centre interviews on cosh, journal entr-

ists, militant democrats, slideshow glides honest

eons ago I knew you from a dream my elder

sister stay those, leg stay here pour across

the ground with me boss-

man, how to go on love you for the private heart to sing aloud

crushed up alive you go

down to thorax wall I blister love really you do all the greatest

nowhere left to go perhaps I pirouetted in my dream

the limit of pain and suffering is what one person endures,

the breezes and the sunshine

and soft refreshing rain every little thing, burn

the watered air from where you dream.