3

nation

3

nation

2005

by Dylan Harris

4 anticipating the metaverse, 3 nation six dog, 2 dead write

chapbooks

20.0: church is dangerous vital (o),

tin rush (n), the A rush (m), engineering rush again (l),

Miss Demeanour (k), flock state (j), be infinity (i), Namings (h),

nation six dog (g), uncivil law (f), dead write (e), chase chase (d),

an engineering rush (c), a much for we (b), The Joy Of Tax (a)

19.9: Inn (c), Swoop (b), An Ode To The A14 (a)

19.8: Rose (c), Hymnen (b), Darmstadt (a)

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Poems

10	Don't Understand

11	Water

16	northumberland

17	nation six dog

18	green

19	in cynic adverati

20	Fugues

21	Pop Fugues

22	easter sunday

23	At Buckfast Abbey

24	when the trains first came

26	Before The Bush War

27	Namings

41	a then

42	garden

43	Instructions For A Common Ceremony

44	oh dear what a pity there there

45	workahol

46	her ran

47	On The Sonnet

48	shrines

49	i am perfect its the universes fault

51	The Cause Of War

52	scratby

53	england corrupted

54	early winter rose

55	ghost

56	server room

57	To Let

58	be infinity

59	the washer machine broke

60	We Drunken Here

61	in the name of

62	flock state

73	final tv big

75	fuddle

76	i'm a gorgonzola

77	core

78	On Visiting San Francisco

79	To Let

79	intelligence still booting

80	watch the desire of love to exist

81	remembering the slits

83	lou reed

84	Dog Sound

88	8.11.3

89	bacon

90	Epigrams

95	when the morons declared war

96	look rich apple grows

97	fifty year guess

100	english garden

101	christmas card poem

102	cold pity

103	food studio

104	peered

105	church is dangerous vital

106	pit air G

107	pool

Don't Understand

This poem was inspired by the manifesto of The Revolutionary Front For The Liberation Of Macclesfield, whose sole terrorist attraction was the killing, by drop kicking, of two Yorkshire Terriers.

Geologists cannot explain the seam of tin ore which London Transport were shocked to discover under the Thames in the 1950s—now exploited by the famous Greenwich Tin Mine. The scientific consensus is that it got there by magic.

"Well OK", I thought, "if she's imagined some girlfriends for me, and got herself jealous of them, I'll ask her out". Her "no" was playful, but so proud.

If you are worried how to politely say hello when abducted by a UFO, remember the letters in the pseudonym "Neil Armstrong", written backwards, spell the popular greeting "Gnorts, Mr. Alien".

Water

The Anger Of Water

Through the netting

I watched the physician,

resigned, prescribing.

He stopped writing,

looked out.

Shock drained him.

The sea had gone.

Death was arriving

two weeks early.

He fled, alone,

as though he could save

himself.

Three Flawed

I just can't suss

that life guard.

I gets his

gorgeous hands

on me.

OK,

so I have to squirm

so he puts 'em

just right.

He gets to rescue

a beautiful girl,

namely me.

He takes me

all the way

to the edge

of the pool.

So strong,

so masterful.

So why's he irate

when he finds

I faked it?

Where, once, the railway was embanked

a field of cabbage now extends.

But every hundred paces, brick supports,

the width of all four railway tracks, arise.

Look up to see, across the cloud,

cables for the rails, and cables for the power.

No trains.

No birds.

No wind.

The Mere Of Ice

The morning's walk repair

is stone–in–shoe disturbed

at the cool wind glade:

high contrast light

rushed dark leaves

flashed sun.

The rain worn paper notice,

on the silver slatted shutter–down kiosk

commands us to walk the mere of ice,

blind white

blotching pools

slow earth.

But I know it will fail my doubt;

I take the grass and boulder soaring path,

walking up the double–bended valley,

watching down

on faith belief

crash–drown.

northumberland

weight heavy grey age stone

thick walled hunch house villages

nurturers of pre england

a norfolk tornado marred flew to kuwait

a land air missile huntress counted the well worn expected four

got five friend or destroy

no cancel no wait no time you choose

your child is here

you choose

the navigators funeral

the rite shockhearted coarse grief paused

four tornadoes flew steam low

black crescendo

steam low

one but one but one rose one rose one rose up rose up up cloud up high cloud up high up high up beyond up beyond beyond beyond vision up beyond vision beyond vision vision

grief heavy grey death stone

thick hunch walled silent villages

nurture post war numb

nation six dog

dog

dog dog

dog dog dog

sex mate

dog

dog dog

dog dog dog

food

dog

dog dog

dog dog dog

nurture

dog

dog dog

dog dog dog

place

you tell me

cunt

what i need

you tell me

im not allowed

my know

green

us–we walked–we walked–we–the–green

the–mow–neat bowl–neat long–sun–green

sunshine august town–park–green

see–she short–model light–touch–she

summer–dress dance–walk tall–me–she

twenty–eight actress soft–speak–she

"happy–script daft–script television–tale

super–sigh nordic–spy idiotic–tale

cash–strong series–long career–good–tale

stupid–press drunken–press i–really–can't–believe

press–release mock–piece why–do–they–believe

satire–true fun–too the–idiots–believe

see–them far across that chain traffic road

cameramen journalists crocodiles–all

meet–me mock–me mac–the–muck

believe–me sure–me the–princess–north

gloom–haunted gleam–haunting glamour–haunting–down

a–minister in–ministry the–minister–of–war

and my producer grins

his stephen twigg grin"

in cynic adverati

the social lace of now has ants of sell

who work to place a toil in user hands

to tear a burst of cash and if a tell

reports a rush of sell is not or stands

are down the nice day fake of cheer decide

to push the sump with press upon the eyes

to shout the anthems of their ware in lied

and platted tune because they advertise

their silvers worn to want we users sarc

amongst ourselves the namings of desire

when invocations made are met we lark

a ware for get if sellers need of hire

the cheery shouting prats its clear the wrap

they shout about is dreadful very crap

Fugues

deer are stupid beasts

they run out in front of

go man go

man go man

im not a cannibal

i dont eat animal

right

what am i going to do

now

im going to do

i like to try

i cant deny

race the fear

clinkity clink

(for the Mail and Express)

Pop Fugues

bang bang flash

for The Dread Noughts

bling bling flash

bang bang splash

for Bohemians

dom domme clash

easter sunday

this easter day recalls

my youth me sun days

all shut

id end intensity work exhausted free day

sleep recovery saturn day

be anger bored by empty christianity null sun day

singing self fresh alert desiring cuisine invent

i could not shop graze ingredient

that art killed by religions nil

i dont force death belief narcotic on random neighbours

just because our ancestors fought

thank god thatcher broke closed shop sun day

At Buckfast Abbey

The monk, having seriously exercised his respect for Glasgow's wine, abstracted my queries regarding his life's order.

The ankle–low lamps coasted straight and narrow paths, giving the weak evening mist a siren's glamour.

A burglar alarm worried from chaotic directions; our movement let the monastery buildings dance the echoed panic.

In darkness brushed by nightfall's husk, the monks chanted like drill–men ritually thanking the Minister of Transport.

My fresh eyes were captivated by their Sunday chore, a ritual with incense, a sparkle in Latin.

when the trains first came

verdant land life more than seen elsewhere

somewhere birds flute their rapid haunt

flower aroma allergy fresh

their words names i used to know

these the last trudging heavy miles

walking home from thirty years adventure

ive fought built won lost the lot

all i have is god and memory

i stop inhale the edge the ancient estate

the childhood familiar buildèd hills

wild life recreated raced replaced

old monster trees lost forgotten

the real change is human made felt

people live more smoke mechanical

cities rip a rush run panic

dreary no stranger charmchat

ive found lifes guide doubts fey

no mock threat manipulation no selfish abuse

this holy book unwraps the world

all described dissected diagnosed

see find somewhere hidden symbols

discover compulsion underneath

no need for sinners understanding

the book tells judges i retribute

here shafts stonestill shock me

these tors these childhood joke and tumble hills

these history halls rent by satan

hades sulfic smoke rises

vents bricked dug to hell

risen fumes drift sins infection

i see entry horizontal distant

a road descent weak to hells mine

ill walk casts gods light

face rent the conjurers challenge

follow grounded iron rods of sinner doom

laid to guide me their hopeless

i crunch walk dark echo

the beast squeals knows me here

it comes roars i stand immortal

halt i shout a man of god is stood

Before The Bush War

Bush War, the next generation:

I'm ambivalent.

The arguments:

none arouse me.

Half the US army

unable to transverse Turkey:

unexciting.

America adventurous;

Britain ambitious;

France French:

dull.

Enough.

The sun rises.

I watch.

Namings

America

The "What–A–Good–Idea" Pilgrim Fathers

brought no wagon,

brought no wheelwright.

One exasperated lady

invented a working truck,

the "Mary Cart".

Now, in this time,

'Lingua Franca'

meant what it said.

Affected fools

morphed their speech to French,

sounding silent a word's last consonant:

but not the end of Mary's name

for she was young unmarried;

cracking shins for reputation.

So the words a Crown Inspector heard

on riding the colony's Mary cart

were "er…this is a Mary car'."

Bedford

Years ago,

bed design was perfected.

Reasons were spun for wheels:

sending from carpenter to customer,

obsessive room re–arrangers,

rocking bouncy kids to sleep.

Early beds had standard wheels.

Unfortunately,

young couples,

as young couples do,

experienced runaway passion,

forgetting to put the handbrake on.

Beds bounced about,

buckshotting walls, canoning furniture,

rocketing lamps, smithereening china.

Makers shrunk the bed wheel size,

making transportation hard.

Convoys of beds,

raced across the countryside,

became rare.

The difficulty was water.

In those days,

few rivers had bridges.

Goods with normal wheels

transversed fords.

Beds were now ferried,

increasing costs.

So those rare places

with very shallow fords

and a smooth river floor

counted.

Such fords were found

across rock–landscape rivers,

and nowhere else,

except in West Anglia.

A merchant town grew up,

named for the merchants' luck:

Bedford.

Cambridge

In ancient days

the town of Ugg was filled

by what would now be rudely called

Neanderthals and peasants,

and occasional flounced academics.

But the rich boys and the clever boys

resented the rough and common culture,

They caused a language strike–out

against the sounded names;

the hills of Gog Magog

became the 'Local Ridge'.

But 'Local' was too wuss.

A horizontal jogging entrepreneur,

who gifted screaming services

loud and hidden on the hills

to gentlemen with cash,

was Madame "Catherine Anna Maud Belgique".

She was known, in spoken code

when wives were nosy near,

by her "Camb" initials.

Up grew the town

around the flouncing schools,

whose name became,

from those wildly–rumour hills,

Camb Ridge.

But when that times'

unhumoured censorship collapsed,

those earthen lumps

reverted back 'The Gog Magog'.

So now the town was only named

for gifted screaming services.

An academic city

named after a horizontal professional?

A king with cash to budget

sensitive to scandal?

Something must be done.

But luck had struck;

the river could be named again,

the town could claim

a story good for getting grants,

pseudo–history's "Cambridge".

Catford

The world's most evil moggy,

so he liked to think,

was black cat "Ginger",

his name and counter shade

caused him bully curse

at army kitty school.

His great delight,

this small and fluffing cat:

when dogs arrived to greet hello

and sniff those places dogs must sniff;

he'd swipe each black and feeling nose

with slicing sharpest claws.

Even the best of dogs were stung,

for that was Ginger's way.

But Brian was quite a special mutt,

and had the nous to more than howl;

he barked around, and quickly found

that every local hound had felt those claws.

Now Ginger loved to sleep

beneath his scratching tree

by the catfish stream.

So Brian got half the local dogs

to creep around and half–moon surround

the napping sharpest claws.

And on the count of "whine two three"

the dogs all barked the barking song:

"wr wr wr wr wr wr wr wr"

but stopped halfway through verse two.

Ginger panicked up, and ran the only no–dog way,

he rushed right through the water.

And now the devious plan enlightened,

for on the other side were all the other dogs

hiding silent at Brian's behest,

until the soaking cat had landed there.

And then they barked, how sharp they barked;

the panicked cat, he rushed right splashing back.

And this is what a travelling landlord heard:

"Wr wr wr wr" "mwah!' splash splash

"Wrf wrf wrf wrf" "mwah!" splash splash,

and saw the panicked echo cat

rush forth and back across the stream;

he'd found a drunken place to build his inn.

And to this day, we've heard of Brian's barkers,

the famous "Catford Dogs".

Keighly

Bertha Bright's childhood love

was Keith Lea.

Bertha, only child, was heiress to fortune,

to breath–sharp–in lung–ice fortune.

Keith grew proud

and left the Pennines for ambition,

so he'd return to Bertha

all pride and rich desire.

Despite the decades

Bertha refused all doubt of him,

spurning the assertive hands of vagabonds,

awaiting Keith, her Odysseus.

But he did not return;

she died alone, unmarried.

This sad story so inspired the ladies of Doolally,

they renamed their town for Bertha's love.

That's the official line.

Actually, Keith eloped a Swedish royal;

and not just any royal

but the Swedish king himself.

They hid in Malmo suburbs;

Keith, professional man, a duck inspector;

the king, living his transvestite dream,

scatty wife.

The neighbours had grasping eyes:

for the king overacted his bimbo avatar

forgetting to remove his eye–draw crown

when doorstep kissing Keith goodbye.

The Swedish State found their missing king.

Keith was banished to the empire's beyond,

to Siberia,

where he died of a broken promise.

Of course Bertha knew Keith was gay.

She also knew heiresses

handed fortunes over

to husbands.

Manchester

Sister Hester's girlie dream

was not a swirling gown or glitter jewels,

but the biggest and bestest house

there ever was.

Every day at school in rugby class

or hobnail boot and stamping club

she dreamt the biggest and bestest house

there ever was.

There would be two hundred and ninety–three bathrooms

one for every cat she'd ever sat on

in the biggest and bestest house

there ever was.

So massive and humongously huge

the mouse holes will be dragon holes

in the biggest and bestest house

there ever was.

But Little Hester became Big Hester

and her children grew up to be accountants

she forgot the biggest and bestest house

there ever was.

And Big Hester became Granny Hester,

telling them all of naughty naughty boys,

she remembered the biggest and bestest house

there ever was.

And then a competition rose,

rename the town of "Rainie":

she thought of the biggest and bestest house

there ever was.

"Hester's House? No. Hester's Mansion?

Mmmm. Just manche. Yes, yes! Manche Hester!",

named after the biggest and bestest house

there never was.

Milton Keynes

Two grand economists uniting like fusing hydrogen,

and exploded as quickly apart again.

The younger, Milton Friedman, ran the world to Chile

to invent half–built shopping–centres and military dictators.

The older, John Meynard Keynes, kept to England

to invent stagflation (remember?), wine gums,

and birthed their child.

Even today anyone is welcome to

Milton Keynes.

Few people know donkey's ears later

these two great economists reconciled

and named the baby Gordon Brown.

Norfolk

"Nowt as queer as folk",

the famous Yorkshire phrase recites.

Five hundred year it's been

since this was set to one specific place.

A location full of so strangest people

the idiom rode all the land's gossip.

"Nowt as … folk" it reduced,

"Now folk" the locals counter–spun.

And when the counties came along

this flub was spoken 'Norfolk'.

Sandy

A sect, a now forgotten name,

known by populist satire

the "The No Naughty Nookie Nutters",

built a priory.

They chose a place to speak belief,

to keep themselves entirely pure.

They made their beds in sand,

so if desire decided to arise,

the lust was broken scratched.

The town they built and bloated

took the name of soil and county:

Sandy Beds..

a then

no brag–side lorries

no metro shriek–walls

quality inability

dusted exotic moscow

russia

odd pressure

dylan thomas to catherine wheel

saliva words

a communist journalist led

i cursed london's blown trash

now westminster dustmen

arbeit the night's gift

russia

odd pressure

garden

this english fascination with grown artifice

denying the shock of flowered beauty

gardens predictable as bigots

where is the magnificent wild

where is life's swarming unexpectedness

where is scent's stun memories

all plan–chained by ennui regularity

a hovering hunting kestrel

chocolated

damn their pressure

insisting my fractal haven is mown neat

mown mono

Instructions For A Common Ceremony

Fill the kettle up.

Put the kettle on.

Let the water boil.

Let the water cool.

Set the cone and cup.

Put the cone on top.

Put the filter in.

Spoon the coffee in.

Pour the water through.

Soak the coffee wet.

Use the water once.

Let the coffee work.

Throw the coffee dregs.

Drink the coffee drug.

Feel the tongue awake,

feel the mind inflate.

oh dear what a pity there there

rushing like panic on elastic

up the pub corridor and down

howling over all the conversation

what disaster broke

this doldrum spinster's emotion

at ten years old

and why does her clear distress

leave me angered cold

at the me–me–see

workahol

i'm tired

must work

exhausted

must work

brain dead

must work

sleep

wake up

must work

her ran

speak

no just flap fly

like vulture sees life

have confident

have proud

have polite

On The Sonnet

I couldn't write a sonnet, no matter how

I tried. It's difficult to chop and fit

my thoughts, my free expression thoughts, right now,

right here, to such a rigid form. My wit

is not the tight–arse type. My lines are full

when I am done, no less, and never end

at some exactly counted syllable.

What's said is key, not how. It's just a trend,

this fancy verse, for populists; it's dropped

as rot in modern poetry—and how

can anybody teach that tightly cropped

and strictly managed words can ever plough

the spoken thought, the blurted crude opines,

and crop the lot to only fourteen lines?

shrines

rushing the driven A road

a moments glitter

a stark flash in the mud grass verge

cellophane reflecting sunlight

protecting summer colour flowers

this winter afternoon

on the roadside

by the place of death

the end of love

this often mourn

the stone tower the Norfolk border

shrines by the roads of history

each a sculpted wake

to the shocked imploding loss of love

we all suffer

i am perfect its the universes fault

you goes back a place you aint bin a while

sometime theres summin noo abawt

werent there before

an bin around a hundred year

"dont be silly its your memory

leaks like a taf" yull say

oh no it aint

that old fing really is nu

and ive worked it out

i read summit in the paper

bout quan'um stuff

you no qubits and the like

preten you cant put yer eggs in one basket

an if all yer gots one basket

an all the eggs gotta goin

yure stuffed

but if yuve got a quan'um basket

theyll all goin

cos it spreads em out fer yer

cross parallel universe fings

dunno wot they r

it sed universe is like a difrent istry

an quan'um stuf 'ops among em

an human memrys sorta quan'um too

and thats y i dont remember

that old new stuf

cos me memrys leaked from anover istry

where there aint no such fing

and theres anover me

who remembers a road that aint there

and turned dahn it and hit a wall

and now hes got grief

cos you see time and istrys like a crystal

sometimes theres a crack

an istrys get to be difrent

and memrys jumps

so all the people you fink are loonies

cos they live in a difrent world

they jus got memry leaks

theyve lived stuf yull never dreme

The Cause Of War

H–I–J–K* spells war.

Look,

simply add L–M–N–O:

it's obvious.

Oh, come on,

H–I–J–K–L–M–N–O;

you surely know

that "H" to "O"

is water**.

*Letter sequence nicked from Stephen Rodefer.

scratby

this place of child me holiday

council–town–by–the–sea

sixties cheap estate

mud decorated walls

the cliff stair descends into sand

the grubby clean beach

paranoid watching men dog walk

boys charge run–rattle motorbikes

for a moment I'm stolen

loud sings the swelling sea

its siren sound surround

the glamour of end

I turn my back to that

it's not my time to answer

the sea rolls like drums roll

one day I'll belong

england corrupted

i live in hypocrisy city

corruption abroad is condemned

officials by pager remutter

"systems in Britain are clean"

as clean as a catholic bishop

it isn't "go get yourself graft"

it's letting the minions fuck–up

then leaving the errors unfixed

"ooh another few hundred's now due

we'll get to our ministers' goal"

i was redundant with thousands

when maggie the mammoth was boss

my pay–off just happened to match

amounts i suddenly owed

"dear me what an error so sorry"

despite being workless and skint

despite all the money being mine

most all's not returned not then

nor weeks nor months nor years

fourteen years later nor never

the law says this isn't a crime

the money's mistakenly took

the corruption is passive acceptance

promoting a culture of error

malevolent incompetence

early winter rose

a fuck–the–bastards mother's disconnected

a secondo donna petulates

a net chatte barks

these trip–mes

this wrong town

then a lunch rare walk

a sweet stun glance

eyes each other's gaol

her guardienne sensed the trapped

spun like a won't start motor

i walked

thank you

early winter rose

ghost

Glass's

Ginsberg

ends

there—something enters the room

caresses my leg

friendly—nothing

eighteen months ago

three kittens arrived and frenzied

Houdini had vanished

the first was long–haired beautiful

naughty Miss Demeanour

pest and miniture scamp

teenage trip–you Not!

nervous gentle Jinj

adept night hunter

— months —

Not! was road bone–broken

for all their lives complete

i had to move them

old Madam's asleep in the kitchen

my ankle's brushed goodbye

loss

thanks cat

good luck

see ya

server room

rectangles grey like forgotten faces

three man–high towers metal

systematic machines this male place

electric sundries scattered

a cold decorated producting room

the uni–pitch engine of working quanta

the no sad no joy the no peace no ire

this is where the data heart runs

the outside friendly coolwind spins young leaves

a rush–flock of exuberant flickering

as though sun–sparkle water races off a running dog at play

what running dog at play

To Let

Why does no–one else complain?

They've moved the public loos again.

And why is it that I'm arrested

when I ensure these things are tested?

"This be no bog", the coppers prey;

"Then what's that sign up there," I say,

"and since you're here please tell me why

they never print the letter 'I'?"

be infinity

you tell 'em for me

you do something

like greasing caution

that damages everyone

whilst you're alive

but dies with you

that's at most

one generation shackled

but if you invent

to be heard by one man

every hundred years

that's one in ten billion

times all those lives to come

that's all the futures enhanced

one remembered word

is infinitely more

that all the nice forgotten

all the frightened antinew

all the fundamentalist hells

all their empty cups

the washer machine broke

the so exasperated clothes

took siege on the washer machine

i returned in

to instant shock at movement socks

in fear gibbered

my foul noise

so horror the washer machine

it feint surrendered

and wash

two three four

We Drunken Here

by ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

We drunken here, we harlots,

in cheerlessness, we share.

Wallpaper flowers, wallpaper birds,

for mist.

Your black pipe, its smoke ascends,

to ink–blot hallucination.

I wear my lithe skirt

for grace.

The window glass, rote sealed,

blocks hoarfrost and thunder.

Your eyes wary at me,

eyes of a black cat.

Ai, dread forbodes me,

death mulls on me.

And she, she who last danced,

she can go to hell.

This loose translation of ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?'s 1913 poem is based on Max Hayward's literal translation, published in "Modern Poetry in Translation: 1983".

in the name of

nation spain

socialism russia

power iraq

colonisation america

clan rwanda

race germany

religion england

live and let live

nowhere

liberals don't pogrom

flock state

echo echo

millenia x

canaan judeah

babylonian persian macedonian hellenistic

philistia israel

roman byzantine ottoman british

israel palestine

soviet

panic no

lines

history no breathed me

hear antiempathy

killencourage philosophy

nations religion

the quality

create new killer our fear

escape did the foresighted few their kinder

genocided else all our fathers protectees

bred the paranoia gene select would genociders theory

has terror memory our culture dictated on by history

can recur must prevent must strength and steel

reclaim we a homeland rome stolen religion culture

egg break others secure harmonic

polite or child survive our choice we see no choice

see hope genociders hanged by justice

planning future simple cycle crop culture grow

attacked we gunfirers target kinder kinder sight

go we cant no else there is just defend or dead

gunfiring bastards their land they say ours

corralled we respectless them no dignity

our victimness greater theirs our bastard ever be

echo rote no compromise no surrender no childhood

recur a history fear cause recur a history fear cause

abuse on simpler heads recall fear echo echo

pleads the world not funders us find meet de klerk adams

killing time a killing time stubborn no let hope free

strike pale

1.

they use aircraft

they deny us aircraft

they use missiles

they deny us missiles

they use ships

they deny us ships

they use tanks

they deny us tanks

all we have

is jackets of explosive

their choice

i had home

they came took it

i had land

they came took it

i had community

they came took it

now i've only life

they come

if i'm to die

i'll choose

hand them

our pain

On The USA

an adoptive mom

of an abused child

can rarely accept

her ward

has become

an abuser

kinder

gave victims kinder refugehome

alone fought acidanimal nationalism

fought save victims history only us

luckskill final victors join

selfselected kinder ancestral mythicland

we there asked peace feed try

kinder rutted foolhowl nationalism

same arseholeness bully boy abattoir cut

in arrogance murdered two hundred tired sons

kinder catch contain murderer no

betrayer kinder betrayer justice betrayer state

elected massmurderer boss

their killerenemies ourenemies rode road they ride

they memoryhatred long stuckheld we grew

teenagepitface won'twon't everyonehatesme shriek

bullyhit bullyhitted nounderstand weepnoise

hairpull titface state "growup youlittlefuck

forgodssake trythinking fuckface littlestate

and blow your nose"

military

the youth me detested the killing military

now i know the right of risk to block insane humanity

if i'd been the now me then i'd had sounded army

but i'm a different when

it's a pointless what–if

but to binocular mistake

military

for politician

good fuck

column

military do as

politic do as

electorate

ass civic

head lazy

fear slave

the mindfuck

race the fear

clinkity clink

each body

dump

masthead

victory impossible

disgust instruct

child

gunfirer guilt

religion

psychopath gas

each nation's error's existing

each nation's cure's dissolution

military victory impossible

and on the ninth day…

and on the ninth day

God commanded

"Let There Be Respect"

and transformed

Sharon to spam spam

Arafat to hyena sneeze

Die Bush Das Kapital's satanic verses

Osama Laden a wank

oh there

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE VISION

oh there

for all the gods sakes

give those peacemen power

final tv big

audience sea roll pebble shore breathe

cup archaic boredom occupier

moron matter computer

blank unturned ocean pretend tileset

concentration frown where

ah yes top right near

three unlucky

base left near

void reload

top right one bon

blank blank game on

next damn hope sour

risk random

base left near luck

sweep release luck such luck

fourteen blank

rote turn mark

rote turn mark

rote turn mark

rote turn mark

eight mark hope end

line edge one turn four

three mark

chasm rare thirty blank

board centre empty vertical strategy poison

mine edge concentration bastard

turn mark rote

turn mark rote

turn mark rote

turn mark rote

NO

arse

unconcentration

bad mark action

bang bang loss

waste

waste

fuddle

brain stop

warm day

not much

wake

mind incomplete

sonar deep core

no deep

do plain rote

no reminded

oi you prat

scout first

i need

use care you're ill

not got

fuck up bad

virus

yesterday sunstroke bright

weekend party

something uneaten

something eaten

these fuddles

never sussed

even poetry's plain

i'm a gorgonzola

meet

semaphore desire

pheremone urgent

rabble net talk

no red rush

no electric

only the dead dead e

you want that

bugrayshun

hi i'm george dubya

i'm a monster

a gorgonzola

core

fail née never doubt

invent behaviour ruleset

bad believe unwrongable

rite ritual no doubt truth awe

charisma clockwork glow runt

assert godish

pray fault stress luck crush

rot fractal prescription

wisdom boot

life grow accept aware

antipathy stupid supplicate conflict ever

deaf sense shout reply fear

target loud light shining fail

desperation destruction

self scared wise can't crashbot

moi promoter blind child charge

"one truth" "one church" "one lord"

dry masturbation imposed

eyes dead open unused

peer pressed hell destined die

let fearing marx opium terror bot

unfeel runt

corps toy

On Visiting San Francisco

In England the Earth occasionally burps,

but here it constantly parties.

intelligence still booting

up and walking

morning early

gravel eyed

intelligence booting

i reach the pavement

there's a girlchild

walkman dumb

step aside nerves

bins displayed

mine's not

turn back

to promenade trash

and she looks at me

her arm

pointing across

to someone else's car

I say "that's not mine"

she says "wot?"

I say "that's not my car"

she says "I didn't say it was"

and the bus stops

watch the desire of love to exist

remote auto–reptile–matic instinct stressed behaviour

him hunt–grasp juice–wish blood–bite snap–shut

her speed–run horror–show shudder–scorn escape–bye

moi je suis etranger de moi mais

this is my today's only home

empty behaviour

absence of presence

pheronome eye–snare smile–share warm–talk

reptile far–blade evaporation

the arrow of desire

watch the arrow of desire

the desire of love to exist

wishful crowded iron press

civilised numb claim

they wish those mirror

my nation's radioactive

glowing nationalism

threatening critical

the arrow of desire

watch the arrow of desire

the desire of love to exist

remembering the slits

twenty–five years

the slits punking girls

rebel man's desire

ramp firing

intra–fighting

music fem

but me i was just another punters' ears

a rebel man never slashed the air guitar

i was nil in no–ones' useless army

they created

jammed recorded

punking girls

a moment a slit a table football

i won wow what an achievement

fuck that

freeborn girls

never typical

sound exciters

remember

revolt neutered by "what's the point"

the irate driven angry priest of shan't

twenty–five years

how many fire recall

rage the dawn away

they'll be mothering

teenage–daughtered

house–worn

forget wallpaper

i'll throw the guacomole

decorate their empire

lou reed

his the voice of

dark desert rainstorm wind

form the happen pray

Dog Sound

king charles spaniel

doggy doggy dog dog dog dog doggy dog

doggy dog doggy dog doggy doggy dog dog

doggy dog doggy dog doggy doggy doggy dog

doggy dog dog dog dog dog doggy dog

dawg

dawg dawg

dawg

dawg dawg

dawg

dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog

dawg

dawg

dawg dawg

dawg

dawg

dawg

west highland white terrier

d d d d d d d d

d d d d d d d

d d d d d d d d

d d d d d d d

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Miss Demeanour

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kat kit kat kit katty katty kat

8.11.3

quake press delia

hellip

wayback machine lifeboat

launch tar vinegar

cat ten percent

operational palak saag

we've

cubozoans kill gravity

radio broadcasting three

pints of milk

won't boot

/ .

bacon

yesterday's dusk sky

junket cream day–glow bacon

oh what pretty fumes

Epigrams

On The West

hanging prisons

revenge re

venge

Money's the smack of the west.

On Al–Qaida

you're dozing

you don't feel a sharp pain

the mosquito is fed and gone

you're dozing

you feel a sharp pain

you wake

the mosquito flies away

you build a dyke

drain the swamp

all mosquitos die

a yappy dog

finds the pack of sleeping lions

creeps to the biggest

bites a nose

all the lions will cower

the yappy dog believed

al–qaida

islam's traitor

sixty years ago

the enemy destroyed our cities

we destroyed theirs

and them

thirty years ago

an enemy wrecked so many human souls

now this enemy's only home

a lab

i think

it's more because

the fools are noisy

waking the baby

On Islam

a firework dies

in explosion

and sharp colour

a psychotherapist

helps an ailing man

look inside himself

find the true cause

of all his evil seen

if you don't laugh at yourself

you can't honestly appraise yourself

if you can't honestly appraise yourself

you don't know where you're at

if you don't know where you're at

you're lost

On Science

science reflects the art of God.

when faced with contradictory truths

select the truth with the strongest proof

if contradictory truths

have irrefutable proofs

they don't contradict

you've misunderstood

if you can't resolve

irrefutable contradictory truths

go meta

if objects cannot occupy

the same space

at the same time

how can you look up

to a sheet of sky

see two birds

intersect

untouched

when the morons declared war

the youth me new to work temping

signing on weeks off

accused of working claiming

they decided appealed decided

not tell

i sawn a letter nicely saying

fuck off you bastard

had they bothered to inform

i'd have told em

"you're pissing your own knickers

i didn't claim that week"

hence the arsehole reputation

of bureaucracy

look rich apple grows

this memory key

opens graves

look rich apple grows

fifty year guess

America pax

complaced

exhausted Israel Palestine

Egypt Lebanon Jordan

template EU as MU

no Syria

EU

Balkan step step Turkey irony

aggregate Morocco Tunisia Algeria Iran

Moldova Iceland mmm

Syria Norway Switzerland no

more was Soviet no

UK nationalisms

England civil war three

nationalists satan empathy

victorise hatred

EU expels shamed shout England

Poul Dayker pogrom dictator

executes executes

England civil war four

blood and stalemate

Scotland invades

Ireland France grim support

impose Caledonian composite

happier US careful neutral

bases closed bristled

Edinburgh UK2 drum machine

seven million dead by nationalism

well done daily mail

you'll live your dream short

high on junky hatred

old empires

of old territory

power

China superpower

might shake America

just bit oddments

must be nothing

Brasil power

India power

Russia repaired

sees China

aware uncare EU

India Russia China EU

four marionetteers

of Pakistan Afghanistan Kashmir

no peace

Africa still fuckup toy

despite South Africa Nigeria

China direct Asia Australia

Japan tense

China integration

America in Taiwan stand off

China hacks US

snap invade snap win

snap US military prisoned

China unified

occupies America moon Mars

US stilled incredulous

US dereferences for global boil

China relents

return moon Mars

troops not technology

EU wet scared

got American technology

need else now

Russia wet scared

neighboured rampant superpower

need strength now

EU Russia unite

Moscow Strasbourg one

Ukraine Belorus Georgia Armenia Azerbaijan join

Kazakstan Krygystan Uzbekistan Tajikistan Mongolia decline

new balls please

Beijing to serve

english garden

english sensibility +

wild texture beauty ?

identikit monotony

christmas card poem

oh wurtle beast in furtle flight

wot you doing in my gun sight

oh wurtle beast in furtle flight

bang bang you're dead ha ha

cold pity

i pity your cold heart

not according

the shock

of close death

food studio

decour service feel

all 2nd to the art

if you but that

your soul's thin

peered

being peered on

mass poll pressure

exploited

compress to mundane

predict open–plan shoehorn

no best quality permitted

planned fit pressure no excel

corporate some bastard up benefit

fit in corporate poor

don't excel

fit

dull predict fit required

savage down to plannable ordinary

belong box

church is dangerous vital

terrace end house

ninety middle class years

kept unkempt garden

old curtains old furniture

i don't know why the council

destroyed the green life

took the topsoil

a plant disease

a death disease

the land's now

grey charcoal

in the street

an old chap

short & capped

in his eyes

new loss

he asked me

why did i not

& the pub

help him out his grief

pit air G

pit

cold pit

ice hard pit

pretty pit

cold pit

air

sheet brush air

asthmatic friend air

hard breathe air

warm air

pit

cold pit

ignore pit

absent pit

cold pit

walk pit

G

late G

walk toll G

spire G

church mourn G

toll G

pit

day pit

grey pit

cold pit

mourn pit

pretty pit

pit

pool

L hipped

head horizontal

elbow high

off blue centre

strike

strike the white

the pack

schoolchildren

a pack of schoolchildren

bright blueday sun

green down mower low

see balls aligned balls

see point hit pot

see point hit pot

place check pocket check

place check pocket check

strike

just align there yes

strike gentle pot

wait

that power hit

see the pot

and roll the white to strategy

game on

three reds down and safety

beer

balance still accelerando

one yellow one red one black

king kong shot

the bastard got me

good play

cushion cushion long now

white to red length shot

i'd gentle touch stop

strike

watch the roll slow roll ha

by scare de Blair i got it

one yellow one red one black

dogleg bounce

cushion corner

you know

i could safety

but damn the bastards

don't bore the barmaid with still elegance

life's a biscuit

play to bang pot

mmmm

30.5.5