Supernormal!

That's right. Poetry. A group of poets have got together to read at Supernormal festival this year. Last year the festival was incredible. This year I believe that it will be even more incredible! Highlights (for me) include POETRY, Team Sports, After the Rain, The Zero Map, Bolide, Thee Bald Knobbers, Hamilton Yarns, Plurals and the fucking Erisian discosquelch noise/dance eruption of the DEAD PETS! Wow. What I'm saying is that you should be there. Tickets are not much. They are well worth it. Here is a link to the page where I have our merry band listed (scroll to the bottom). Use the rest of the website for the rest of your adventure. COME TO SUPERNORMAL.

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It has been a good while since I posted anything here, so here are two parts of a sequence I am working on.

Four

well modal tonic grossed
sad angles tape on. I am sick with
hair & stuff shut. Join. Us.
Sold reserved reserved reserved bell
sold up fast in pack idle
five kennel bricklaying boom
gentrified on bust scales resident
calm out china girl settled upon
reap. Trap. Hands shag
of loner casuistry discovered pierce. &

good work at casuistry takes more than
a little grit. People reasonably get loads
dead. Dead grins and then a dog
she is also now dead is reckoning
on soup and gentlefolk skewed.

You're bullshit
capped at forty now
scratch out a follicle great work
begins in the destruction of a great many
repeat. Shut the door and silence
fell like wounds on rodent flesh. I remark
some fragrant noise and fall harshly
to sleep.

Five

Wait as if here for making sure
that we are two people somehow
being okay with it that

the wind curls over. Drenched
brighter I spit
twice then

the duct is where you stand black eyes
fie spat. There is a break in
the mode for which I am a grateful person wh-
ich at least stands for compassion;

my love outsourced to where
are you doubtful of its aim it is
all gone.

Have Heartz

To do this is it who are gladdened



And are forgiven or is it the proximate redemption boy oh boy I'm done with that crap pulled on blue with birds and that can be trust to believe in well trip!



Can't go on passively kneeing panic stooge
outrage cries out outrage out outrageous bodies
spill frothy dilate you spanner not sure if
forever somehow working pitiless of a pretty flower
and beauto stem I in fact am more hungry for
seconds passed off / out of dripper



That you / somewhat are
threatened however called into
this room impossibly stat
drax grax the axing puffed
'it went out / scissors'.

Sleepy head and so on...

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Helping to new radical avant avant contrary radical political crosswire good daddy daddy fucked up teenage dirt bag over the moon poems makes its narrative God to better it better be a poem you're sat with Jonny. KN oh you meant to say that superimposed aforethought quantum jealous badger hood yes drinking makes you five times the girl quick bullets are coming RUN OFF systems of increasing love jumps over over jumps you are there to be arrested rizzle kicks puppy farmer makes you just further away

Now I work in the Body Shop. I can make your delicate face so beautiful. I don't know it. I can only hear your voice. I sound easily the same. Possibly drunk. Figure it out. Throw cats at me Snooks. I still easily... you know... you know... Let's teenage about this... Well well well super hero brain lord child alarm clocks pleated skirt satisfaction to the end of the end is still brain box chatter Harry said to the Pope was ulterior yes these things take time. I love you back again.

My Little Pony. These things need diction critic take me bowling letters for relic of unsubstantial bastardised felt yippie slogan underwater gang bang you'll be so fucking lucky rocky dreamboat Tim let's eco feminise no then maybe fashionable nudist beach laugh infection BOX yell string yeti placement. You've got to stay here as long as you can possibly brain with yer eyes floating at half a mile just toward the London communicable project space called Milling floss "to make you worse. It went out scissors"

End quote. Batman. Mothra. Real World. Push Up. Police Dog Unity. Communist Girl Power. Never Again. They. Shot, , at us,, no no,,, why, the eating dead, they know how to.... Just,,,,,,,,, make up,,,, with dressing down,,,, hammers ,,, make,,,, to broken,,, much much to make you much,,, more, broken,,, much,,,,,,,, worse and, worse,,, broken ,, a,n,d wor,se.

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elk gets heavy
in the wet fall splatter
the wind shield eats
away the eye the
little mirror caught the
elk private investigation
begins

On Archetypes

For the rise of the masses, we carry
our past. To describe these forms of
wickedness; our individual lives,
or if one discounts the “statistical
criminal”, the displacement of
prevalent systems. It may of course be
doubted. The projection making factor
is identical, fundamental, our
machines were unable to begin.

The projection can be dissolved to
an omnipresent and ageless image.
Then is there no mother? It belongs
to him. For all the bitterness of life
the scope of politics was widened;
confine all occupations, and at
the same time, we are agreed:
He is the great illusionist.

Bomb the Web

for a last late night spark icon you are
stepping up my speech to autumn voltage
getting fresh in the nicotine code for value
in yer pocket picking up grissly men at the
alpha corpse flames to keep old Nero warm

Them Crumblies

Sonnets

There was nothing more than mud to make us
feel inside the gut to clear an air of
noise breaks her beak across the earth tonight.
I am spitting down a canyon on a
monk's holiday pay slip, skipping pebbles
burst wind, a chair coffin splutters bullet
time. Hang in the air, kid. They waste no shells
on youth. Surrendering in a final
crossroad, shaken out from her skin, graceful
swans vomit shells in slow motion. I crave
a watchful surrender in curves. Spineless
moths erupt gravity trail, limping wings;
and feather to whatever secret code,
letters bleached for recess in a drum roll.

There was nothing more than mud to make us
letters bleached for recess in a drum roll.
Feel inside the gut to clear an air of
and feather to whatever secret code,
noise breaks her beak across the earth tonight.
Moths erupt gravity trail, limping wings;
I am spitting down a canyon on a
watchful surrender in curves. Spineless
monk's holiday pay slip, skipping pebbles
swans vomit shells in slow motion. I crave
burst wind, a chair coffin splutters bullet
crossroad, shaken out from her skin, graceful
time. Hang in the air, kid. They waste no shells
on youth. Surrendering in a final.