I

I do not see as well as I could see
Come to me in the darkness of the visible light
And send to me the permission
For vocal emissions of joinery, technician and fight.
Money and expenditure for the per diems of the walking tight
Roped to the funjoys of the alikeable tenaciousness –
The thespians took my height.
Born too short to be a model
Yet I ask of thee the vocality of projection
From an erection of dejection that my spire is dependent
On the off-note of the scoffing of tea and cakes:
Me and me
Yours and ours
For the candlelit hours.

Do you dine with the heresy?
Are you feeling so free?
That is not that until the rapper has gone splat
My generations upon the wall of hope and trope.
Tomorrow a new century will arrive and the cob-house
Will and memory, and the door mouse,
Knowledge and temerity
Come to my house and settle me a vanity affair
Thatched clowns and the humour of journaling –
Diet, diary, dairy and acknowledgement and the told serendipity of meeting house(d).
Were you there?
Did I need you?
What was the word I asked for but A.N.D.?
Can you stand the aptitude of gratitude for one I understand?
When the land meets questions, the hands will know dissention
New words will mimic my erudition for the elliptical Serotonin.

I am a Ronin of rhyme
A man without a crime
A style without time
And the crappest thing haunts me:
Where was I when [                  ] needed words?
What was so absurd about [               ] hands in his pockets?
Have you a locket for me? to store my interval of service history,
Mr and Mrs Internet up above: So in love.
Dovetail me to labelled history and free me from the stencil of the imagination
That sees more than B.U.T.
They say I am corrupt
Writing and editing put for the market in place of [I and I].
Would you join him for a conjunctive eye-balling and a word salad with some scientist of the scenes of where his third wife has been
Housed-man
Car-driver
Water-diviner.

Clouds in the sky need time (from time to time)
Yogic breath is rhyme without the perfected perfection of direction of your questioned impression before the uneven keel and my steal of your intellect.
Why did you invent the Created?
What is the end of the debated sully on derivative hurt that is the worst of meetings of Drs and their central heating?
My Dad was a Dr when the hotter than July weather caused me an egg sandwich on the beach
Was he in reach of a Dictionary when the ephemeral liability was not muse and morbid manufacturing of a mortuary of understanding?
Call ‘that’ a word for the hatred of The Absurd
As and like I ask for some space in this race of human horses and cowish disgrace
To start where I finished and found a literate mate of the din and trace
Of my face in the looks and eyes of Captain Enterprise at it again
~ The Corporate Strain ~
~ The Consumer Credit Act (again) ~

Again and again
And I said “and” to the master who never sent me a Beaver back
Some sand blaster for the blisters in my retrained claim to know the brain
Found liable by the Python that was a Psychiatrist.
Without mercy you did create
That man who did my mother hate
And found his rock of Plymouth and Monmouth confusion with Geoffrey
To set upon me
In all earnestness and very sincerely
Seriously
The right time to be wrong.

I lived out of the love of the field as an agent of the libraries
There was the online Law Review with the postgraduate crew
But what for me?
When you never visited me and told me of the evil of fame before Thee
To counsel and govern a rogue and pleasant staff before religion
That invoked a karmic cataclysm before fashion and intifada.
Give me The Father and I will send my Da’ back to you
My Dada art review potholing something or other with Andy Warhol.

All over the place
In the desert
Corridors of castles
Jousting and Stigmata
Hassle free Press
Kindle one font sometimes.

There may not be time to meet him
So maybe I will race to Heaven?
Can I take some friends there?
Or do you love your Doctors more than me?
Mr Stephen and <…ingrained …> Literacy.
Yankee Doodle and Bras to you now
For those stenographers who knew my ‘Whys’? and ‘Hows’?

never a moment free from a fight
even when the maps are given up to the white light.

What quote would please you?
What haven is safe?
Where is the diction of found direction from your reporter?
What religion is accentually safe from Accenture trapsing languishingly of University years
Beers
Tears
Phuket
I am travelling too!
This is my year for a literary review!
We are going to sit here and find my station hard
For the feminists dropping H’s doing drunk Yoga near The Shard.
Can you appeal that in a Penguin opening page?
Or do you fault my free time with some more corroborative rage
With the thrill of your pills so unstatic with the excitement and chills of being read
See the red
Through calling it being read
And we will be back to reviewing reviewed skills.

Originality. Death. [             ] Monument: That is us. What you meant. 80 years to come of ‘[                 ]’.

So, on goes the journey and the embellished man is spent.
The woman is so trembling that the money is in the honey pot
It is not meant for the arrival of meaning
The hour will come instead
There will be proper shares present for the shares of the striving
To misspell intent before the cannon balls of war
That left the open plains of the Grand Canyon belying
A Cowboy’s immersion in Spirit to steal what was not given
And retreat some lethal weapons of exchanges that hurt the heartened expectation of dewy Jewry return of a mixed hybrid Self
That unknown sexuality

–

Before
And
After
Being
–
and
becoming
burned
.

The fires of William Blake are no mistake to the trained Shaman who withstood the insult of self:// Self.com
From the health of the wealthy man.
Who is it that needs a nursery?
Who is the contact gardener?
Where is the planted oath of a fattened, flannelled, fattened and farting self
That was walking beside muscles and stealth?
Spy on me some more
Heal me with your whores
I was never so unforgiving
As when I would not lash out on the lash with your drunken living.
Say one pint is enough withing a Self-Help time
And let the gyms be reminded of what was not mine
At school
Home and away
Is it your walk or your walkway that gives special comeuppance to your grassy stare
Share that Vet
Yet, the serpent if at all it cold calls is calling the snake pit
And all those things that it kept down there in the undergrowth
Of wanting to be waning and waxing in the songs of the 80s and 90s
Pills travels faster than water
God bless your daughters
They have been reading too
What those things are going to do to them that call out “the number 2”!
Tell them my name is yet vetted for a poetic beating amongst the meeting of great and mediocre minds
Not meeting on social grounds to laugh at the founding of Tapioca.
What was his beef? as he stared at my mind
With my feet on the ground unemployed in your foundries.
Corrosive fires of Hell are here again in the furnace of the brain
Not beholden to the wellness of the healing crew that stake the amount
{The amount}
{The amounted to}
{That which you have amounted to}
It has to become an Augustinian L.O.L.
What the Hell can heal that?
Rolling on the floor might be America at the fool’s door.

[one poem was I afraid to read: one Tutorial I was lotus seated and thus but a
seed]

Before a master who told me well and then
That: This was no Queen or Muse and then friend.
They have spoken of him before. To, You
With pernicious doubt in the survival of the species in those houses not called bricks
For thick pricks called Teachers
Immune from time
Telling the All-in-All when is the crime
Until beaches are erased again
And newspapers are their fear and not man’s best friend.
One moral friend? One more amends! Let him go, Sir! His next life won’t be so woman, you fuck!

Such words are fallen when the interview room is stalling
For no news from the News Crew
How do I rearrange the TV and those Channels for you?
Would they rhyme for his dime?
And can you spend while you send him to York for those new works?
Often is the psychological scribe at work
For the world of mirth unespied on my undevilish sentient commentator.
Now you see me
tomorrow you are me
then the army
Now a repeat word. Work and an interview technique would shirk some child support on that third eye you call your zone. Stay alone. Then is the cage of loveless, lifeless rage.

Then the potted path was planted and I fell down off the desk
Fail the missionary position for the matter of mistake and unspoken remission
To repeat the false as well as the fluid away from the clueless Doctor who needed 3 A’s.
Great gait
Good mates
Nice witness
Wine and dine at 9.

So, The Social
Was the venue
How many strikes at an i=Poet for the football venues?
Can you Avenue The Father?
Or is Gandhi now your only journey to turn the key away from my prose and poetry?
Sale away
Hunger no more
Cloth me in black
Show me without Adidas.
It may be that I go O.T.
It won’t be that he knows me
But if I should see your face again,
What if it is five, two or ten?
How many women were uncouth for the ravaged savage of time
That presented a Bipolar disaster so cleanly unquestioned before a lime?
Many did you repeat before me
So unclever was my language affair,
That speaking back was an art of silence
Doubt will become some unquotable of dense marriage between the driver and the path
When I saw another Doctor drive past
My English Vistas
Of a land that never welcomed me.
Is the lonely drug molecular
Are the big hugs from [           ] and Sathya’s [                ]?
What would you ban from the man with a van
Who learned how to read from history?
Time immemorial and destruction
Relinquish your hold over the television
You were not on it so Royal, Red, White and Blue
Then what is the hoot in the Nanny State with you
in another form
in another world
“We will have no Sci-Fi unreality here with England’s girls!”

Dark are the histories of England
Horrored are the times of Americas
Some would honour the man with a new species
Some would honour him with a new mate
Some would honour him with outing gay people
Some would send him home with women full of hate:
If the table mat met tea and Fair Trade with safe mirrors.
the dangerous is always so tempting
like
this
and
like
that
Rat-A-Tat-Tat: The 90s went & *!@!!SPLAT!# (!!!)
Were you at Wembley when 80 was a thousand?
Or was it [                ] with [                  ] that makes you house proud now?
You-Tube alone with those equitable hands
And come to me so honourably with those awards for theatres and sports stands.
How much do you need me for, when the land is half and out the door?
What is time when the Meeting House is shut and I am locked up in an emotionally described sedition? Bring me more! Yeah! Bring the Noise! Oooh Oooh! I want you to do well and be more man like the AQAL (guys).

Thus was the journey from the 1700s to the early 1800s lost upon the literary reviewers of our worth
The earth was healed without another William being feeled
So that Shakespeare was diahorrea when football was at 1 o’clock.
So much to do in monkey time
Dorset us fine, for lyrics about men with Dolls and highs and lows
Thanks for kicking me down below.
You’ll need a (BBC) show.

They were sad to see the next century start.

What words do you use: Paranoid, Depressed, Manic… Psyche-Man?
If you start with my Thyroid will you stop with my dick?
Do you want a lick?
How about a flick?
That is not the butterfly effect
Karma and the synchronized dysfunctional effect
Dystopian reflexological commentary upon time
Shoes unworthy of question and answer time:
What if I was a woman?
Would you like this line now?
What would it take to please you,
When I do not drive your nurse like a (“fat (‘white’) ugly”) cow?

Is poetry biographical,
And the biographical biological?
Or are those your testicles,
In your face like a vestibule?

Graph me an answer when your newspapers have Cancer
And you cannot recycle Genes like some D.N.A. landing on a spleen.
In the past we knew the rising of the sun
Now your money is my unemployment;
but if you read the Reus between the lines, Angry Man,
whose rape did you feed those Dictaphone tapes, Learn-it-Again “Ma’am”?

So much to question,
So much to try
So much for Jesus
And her Jizz in your eye.
Would you like it 3 ways?
Or how about on all fours?
When it comes to Beastiality,
What horse and carriage is yours?

Are you proud of his nation,
With no-King with no Grandstand on Saturday afternoon?
Or is it that you call the goal-scorer a hat-trick,
So that his wife can wag her tail like a dog at some Postcolonial “coon”?
Stop my trope when I hit the garden
Lest the right wood debilitates my right to human values with a penis that hardens.
Is that yours, Dr-Man?
Or is that the described verse?
When I can’t tell the time of arrival
Of my groomed L.S.D. and that subsidiary.
There’s an ocean at the end of that shrub
If you look past the journey ahead for a Trojan to wield his grub
After the motion is passed for the Eden to have tasted
Some virtue without a class that will hurt you.
How far words?
This is abused and that is absurd.
Now I am third from last
And the Bible is being blessed by those who tutored the Irish some class.
Rsi
Rishi
I.R.A.
They say the cause of a nation
Will transcend a flag and a march one day.
Did I boo or hiss in your serpent lair
Or fail to please your crowd?
Can you ask the Angels what virtue said,
When you guffawed at your own jokes so loud?
Catch me up on my Bandana,
Mr Hells-Angels: Rock n Roll plans for return and retirement
Your nurse is loud and Clairvoyant
The denial of empathy in poetry.
“Thought is best”
“You are not well”
Repeats from the Channel
That know the past, present and future of Govinda so well
“Oh, well”
“It’s off to work we go!”
“Be on time”
Imitate
“Don’t be late!”
“Don’t be late!”

• Fit in.
  
  
  

II

If all the selves were known
Would any of them be as sold
As the one who gave me fortune
When Shakespeare gave me gold?

Thus was the mediocrity of amateur divinity before The Classics
While the time was spent remonstrating before the Plastic Surgeon
How many kindnesses were a thousand times
When the skirt torn apart upon the grass could be few
In comparison to Hippies enlightened in the 1960s.

It may be unsure
It may be sure
But such was the versification of lyrical dynasty upon the character of memorable mentions
When personification returned to me to question the prescriber’s quill
For pence, pen and distance
And some amateur dramatics of my own:
When in fact I did mean, “Yes” and Consent.

“No” would have dealt another burden of proof to Counsel.

All was known and nothing was known and The Chambers did summon the right look
As the right hook landed on my jaw
From the Coppers staged non-Southpaw
And the CCTV by the bus-stand.

Nothing should make sense if anything can make sense
And that way Shakespeare will and shall be known.

The curtains were drawn and the Players played on
With allowances and per diems from the tax structure of England and Wales
And Scotland danced a little ditty to the left
As Wales played a dragon of a tune to China.
Such were the courtesies before women when the Act was not yet 10 minutes drawn
And so much spit was on the floor for some buffoonery with the stars of Friends (IMDb).

Mention to me not the emission of a quote from a website: I am thus greater than all the other people who donned on a film as well. As well.
Moods were tunneled deep into memories waters for the journey of a century to reach William Blake and hope to transcend an African’s two pence worth,
Mummy, where is my black dad and how many daisies does he have in the future with a DeLorean and some Capital Gains from an Almanac in the interim stages of Bardo and “Well Done!” [They were not built to quote]
The names
The stages
The hazy days
Out in the field it was another sort of story
The hoary quizzing of a dizziness of another sort
Arjuna’s Stout and Port
Love,
Come back to me and land
and I will marry you to my underhand
and I will be married to some underhand man.

Comedy and time continued and the boards were touched upon by those wealthy enough to know of London from within it’s boundaries
Centuries later the nation was born
There was a splatter of Slapping
Before skis were worn and won at Davos.
Andrew and Amos came first
Nothing was the same when those smiles went unrewarded for those sums of petition.

The petticoat was developed for some debauchery
And the coziest corset was consumed by well condemned and considered blueish dossers in dozy society
Collating the views of those considered still
Somber
And quiet sober… Come and join me. I will add on to verse in other ways than you know of. Story of man. Do you understand Pakistan?!

Thus I ran an emotion out for the theatre of sleepy stardom seeking some alone time
And penance and crime
Then the pennies will be mine
And all reward will come to the close of scenes
Where we have been
The brightest Bard has been aboard the ships of sailing
Nautical vision
Abridged condition
These are the advised dimensions of a hoot with an owl dressed in a white coat: Grades are for Shakespeare
Amiability is for Shelley
Fashion is for Gaskell
The clothing of time is the Gothic crime
Like revenge is mine for the pushiness at school
Fools and drunken members!
I shall remember
Another cult victim is boon
The shop is shut before dawn
Another son dies
And another father goes to court and tries.

Then the Romantics heard of the nuisance of the examined respect
Undress a liar like a lizard
Find yourself waiting for Darwin in a snow blizzard
Blokes cartooning your Industrialization
Scientific reinvention
Historical revision
American stories are capable
The land of Hope, Glory, Invention and Creation.

Find yourself without the handiest help from the hounds and foxes
For the wandering missions in the forests courting the jesters before Lear
Talking proud
Animals and girls allowed
How is it that brown cow are known in India?
before and after the kindness of a fellow
before is the laughter of fineness in Othello
I am you a long time ago
I am Iago from the longest time ago.
Machinery is here from the shares in the cellar
The dungeon is not yet strewn with enough calling for how much the travelers returned.
York, New York, Rameses, The Great Wall of [Chinese named it and us China].

Thus was the fashion spared for demons to be repaired
Ghosts and goblins did traverse the footsteps of omens at Dublin
And Ireland was included again one day.
          Let your Lords have say
          Let your Lords have say
          These are the days when it is common to repeat the tongue.

No such imagination was found when the rose was sick with dowsing
The rapscallion of wisdom was banned from repeating
Shakespeare’s name:
Blame!
To blame a man
Is to settle his wit before court
Hand his jacket short before the gallery again where women know his address
Today is a day and an age
Yesterday was a location known to Boss and the Royal Guard.

I shall punctuate well in the afterlife
Strife and Australian understanding
The land that was demanded
Cosmic imbalance
Aboriginal dance
Drums in the opened-up stance
Of a healing not rewarded to a poet
Skeptical responses in time.

I wish I had meaning in me
Far from the battering’s of the sea
Then silence the Ego and get on board with a fairness
How can you smoke a Hamlet and pay for tax on rebirth with mirth and gay love everywhere?
Master!
Guru!
Sheikh!
and ‘Dame’before the Everest of Dukes and Duchesses of today’s internet Press
          Pay for the best!
          666 is the sign of the Beast’s sigh!
          Satan has the numbest test!
          Christ is cross at Krishna!

Thus words were spoken and Buddha calmed down
Frowns at aeons human endeavour
The military beat up the literary
India was named:
          Paki
          WOG
          Sadar
          Swami
          Bhuna
          Sikh
          Hindu
          … GOD
Thor smiled and sent an aside of an emissary
I farted and the thunder said D.E.P.A.K.O.T.E.

Deep Throat was not on in the B4U Wonderland
There was some problem that Sadhu did not understand
Catches in the slips
Nipples that did not dip properly
Photos with the most notes on them
Sorries for the sarees again
Strains on the tongues of mighty men
Happy manners unbooked on the mobile phone
Unhappy symmetries afraid of tigers in the strong stark daring wildness of being alone
In the cunning wiliness of a land with castles and temples
Where Monarch knew Maharaja and the Guptas claimed Bronze, Silver and Gold.

Untold where the Olympics to the William Blake crew
Who solved the problem of their individuality through and through
By walking through life and limbs alone
Not making any interesting phone calls on the mobile phone
Cellular tower
Pylon and construction workers’ hours
Pay me a tenner
Wage flat tax on the land for some equations I understand: Flying man!
I flail to redo my A-Levels
Can you add Psychiatry to that plan?
“Brothers and sisters!”
“These prayers are not for you!”

The barbarians sat in the stands and watched the watered crowds take down the tents
And the masters directed the kids caper for some dusty barren land that was all they could understand
Kicked up a fuss
He was one of us
And sometimes a woman was taken outside, around back, and thanked.

What leering do you do?
When the Act is second
And your men are such demons
That I cannot recommend to you
A change in your ways
Some new sayings for your brain
And a heart in between those chakras of yours that are straining.
Call me a Devi
I shall set you back some thousands of years
I shall sell you to the Divas
They have black Devas
And you can dial them back collect and tell them P.E.R.I.O.D.

Rhyme was crimed and the clouds stood up to Down Syndrome
As Misters in the Twentieth Century settled on Private Health Care instead.

III

When Macduff had enough
The loss of Paradise was repeated
But something was staring strangeness in the face:
A condition of bibliography without Universities that were defeated.

Man stole from man
Woman joined in too
The New Age crew
As Blake said you would do.
Thus were the Angels arched over the backs of layered paradoxes
Where the unthankful could make the cakes of druggies for unmothered boxes
Departed to Africa
Insurance and dementia.

Come back soon!

Light worker crew.

IV

Two problems thus predisposed man:
I. The understanding of alien implants in relation to the new Castles of England to intake consent and vibrant philological philosophy seriously.
II. Dickensian America condescending itself to repeat mining in Casablanca’s neighbors for speed, intonation and enlightened colonoscopies.

Pets were carried to Vets
Jobs were controlled by the wondrous owners
Marx was saluted with the World Wars of The Word and England
Jehovah gave up thanks to Stalin himself (H.I.M.) for hymns not yet sung by Lenin in Heaven to Trotsky.
There was no Science in the sky
Swedenborg gave it another try
Energy was always of the sun
That Son was number one.
Only,
If only
Rudyard and some Kipling mistakes
My heart is aching for a veranda.

Come with me to the sky and try again to remind oneself of the claim
Tonight and tomorrow
She will know no sorrow
In the open forum of quested discretion
How will you end those turnips for eyes that are freight and mean deliverance when recommendation
Is another Oscars thank you and Award show
Without the right light on the reds and greens of coming and going
The Lakshmi seed of seeing and knowing
Where the affluence will spread after the good day
When money is spent downsizing for some to have a say.
Autumn is still not snowing
The Lake District is glowing
With words that are worth a holiday in Spring.
Take your Laptop there and see what demure contention to my accreditation
Your racing intellect with bring
> those Doctors told
> those nurses tricks were old
> thou hast racy thoughts
The NHS afford Tibet some new beds
Try Civil Disobedience and Passive Resistance instead.

#ComeToMe #IAmYours #WeAreTogether #WeWillGetItRight

#JustVote #TibetForever #RememberVietnam #BeenBlack #MakingLiteratureReadable #SpiritualBurma

The Fifth Dimension

#IAmOneWithYou

Cold and warm are the solid forms
Worry is it’s own storm
Claret is a wine best served after the normalization of income
Sturdy writing desk
Sports car in the womanliest checking closet
Dreams that are not yet homeliest
Lonely are the days and nights without parental support: Curry Man!
Make that successful and W.O.R.K.
I was on the Euro
And we all saw what that meant.

The Newspapers were used to reframe black and blue
The baulk line separated the union of Viper’s Asanas
From the record of vinyl and tape deck and those claiming
Enlightenment since the 1980s
Watery edge
Windows and fledgling, failing man, I guess
Walking under the ladder would be best
For luck and some clues to your whereabouts?
Where about are the honeys and bees in Bombay’s stingiest handouts lest anyone
lay a little egg for me.

I cannot condone a condom
But there may be more said on that the next time we meet.

Thus were the 2 matters settled and the Muses paid up squarely and surely
Tasered Rationalist, Greek and Scientists
Please be aware of an emptiness beyond the norm
Stemming from the brain
Anger again
Skyscrapers are plain for all to see
That some romances deserve some sort of pittance and chivalry…
… Surely Have No Doubt belongs here on 12/02/2021

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