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The Office Clock
4pm
I still have no real idea of who I am
And I’m still nowhere near to my dreams

LEGAL HIGH
And yet…
Waking up, taking a legal high, going to sleep, waking up, taking another legal high, going to sleep again.
I am not eating I am not associating…
I don’t imagine it’s going to solve the problem.
We think we are dying because we are poor and we eat badly
Now we know it is something else again
So many people dying we start calling it ghost disease
Ghost ship with skeletons on board then washes up on beach
Carrying a viral Pneumonia of unknown cause
Unwanted cargo
Government mask figures as matter of course
Britain’s history as a nuclear weapons state with everything to play for
I have woken up late in the wrong part of the city.
I am the very picture of weather-weirding due to climate change.
Somewhere within the frame of this poem I could well find the key that would save us all
Well wouldn’t that be magic
And magic is certainly the key here
I have the things at hand.
They are being ingested a lot
Since time shot me dead.

DISENGAGED / REINTEGRATED
When things went bad
There were terms of disengagement and reintegration
Courses were compulsory
A great deal of soul-searching applied
Identity, self-esteem, meaning and purpose.
The drivers of radicalisation.
Personal grievances that the extremist narrative will exacerbate
I reflected fully on all this, right enough
You can never stop educating yourself
Twenty years ago when my head was in that space
My heart hell bent on making a certain kind of impression
I would go to a certain pub
I would make my way to a certain rally
I would look for similar items of clothing, fix on certain signs
And we would come together soon enough
The thoughts would flow easily, plans quickly made
We did not always know where our threat was going to come from
We did not always know we would follow through
We managed panic though and caused a bit of a stir
They were the good days sure enough
Things then went bad and all was static for a time
Rehabilitation was the word on the tip of our tongues, and I became a dead man, a hollow shell stripped of meaning and purpose
Being dead, having nothing to offer, realising you are irrelevant
There is not a worse feeling in the world for someone like me
But flux is inevitable, plates shift as we speak
I now see more extreme groups pushing and pulling
Engaging with change using chance as an opportunity
I recognise opportunity once more
The danger for you is that people on the fringes like me
Decide to act by ourselves.
You look at me and I smile
My face fits these days, my record is clean, my online habits pristine
This is the thing though here isn’t it?
How would you know if someone has truly desisted from a crime?
Or from what you term a crime.
I’m not thinking of this as crime
I never have done, never will
Will
It is all about will
And the ideals that drive your purpose
I feel ready to get a new crew together, boom.

CHEMICAL SPILL
Two pest controllers found dead at a factory in Norfolk following a suspected chemical spill

Users, meanwhile, are said to be running into traffic, and scaling and leaping off buildings

Astronomers and skygazers are particularly interested in this year’s blood moon

High energy light beaming from the edges of a “weird” star system within our galaxy has been detected for the first time

It is heart-breaking watching albatrosses trying to eat plastic thousands of miles from anywhere.

STEAM ROOM
The smell of decay it’s here on my fingers
No amount of steam can cleanse away this toxic feeling
The fact that I am disintegrating inside

Another friend died today
I’m getting used to it now, I know the right thing to say
But even now as I say my last solemn goodbyes
I can’t help wandering amongst the ghost of old lies

And in all the rooms I frequent
Where many casual moments of beauty are spent
A certain haunting is taunting me badly
I must clean up my act

DOUBLE MACCHIATO
Another day done
To finally escape the straight time, work-stretch fear
And snatch at other time once again
A black Baracuta with its red tartan lining is my only comfort right now
Well- worn / much loved / nice to own a touch of class
Pockets full of tattered receipts and a singular blue bookies pen
For scrawling lines in a waiting notebook
An accumulation of beauties, angers and sadness
Snatched words keyed into the notes app on iphone too
Sentences scavenged from other media sources
Ipod with headphones stashed away for now
A double machiatto in paper cup
A gleaming red Formica topped table
I’m apart from all them for a beautiful while
Transported from the tired office routine away from the cynical smiles / away from the essence of my failure
Which shines a torch on their achievements of ambitions
To which I will never be party
And through checking my losses I count my blessings
I’m alive in this world
I’m truly alive in this world
I’m keeping faith with the lonely poets
I live in hope with the culture bums
It’s an early evening moment of beautiful lonely soul
Time to burn
Time to waste
Otherness
I hail escapists everywhere

DETRIMENTAL CONNOTATIONS
Environmental Risk
Media and Product Destruction
Client Journalist
Illegal Immigrant
Crisis Actor
Imposter Syndrome
Close Surveillance
Time Stamp
To Mask or not to Mask?
Rogue Vaccine
Naked Lunches
Fake News
Conspiracy Theories
Indefinite Articles
Discredited Notions
Detrimental Connotations
What a Cunt
What a Prick
What an Arse

SUPERCHARGED IMAGE
On blue moped
Good, loving child
Moved to London
Within the year.

Rising homicide
Death stand out
Youngest victim
Twelve months.

Brazenness attack.
Homicide detectives
Keep open mind
Canny about motive.

Police they believe
Multiple sources
Significant line
Attackers involved.

Boy involved too?
Drug dealing
London beyond
County line operations.

Struck black Mercedes
6.30pm Tuesday
Stab wounds severe
Gone within minutes

Men out car
Leaving boy
Dead at scene.
Mortally wounded ground.

Where to next?
Vision of afterlife
Ride to Netherworld
Take your chance in Other Land
Take your chance in Other Land