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Factions<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Fran Lock<\/em><\/p>\n \/ late diagnosis. it’s a language of dragnets and factions. The image above is also by Fran Lock<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Factions by Fran Lock \/ late diagnosis. it’s a language of dragnets and factions.\/ contractions and stammers. his slack-jaw gravitates.\/ to globalized consciousness. this corporate scorn, and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":423,"featured_media":16553,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16557","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16557","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/423"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16557"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16557\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/16553"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\/ contractions and stammers. his slack-jaw gravitates.
\/ to globalized consciousness. this corporate scorn, and sweet-talk.
\/ drilled into flat writs. king stephen in the courts of contempt.
\/ steel mesh over the eye. oscillating spotlights. yoke and arrows.
\/ there was an anarchy. war of succession. war of spoils.
\/ was a steel mesh over the memoir. bleats his upheaval. was a dunghill cock.
\/ there was an anarchy. time-sheet stooges, scuppered duds.
\/ these stadium basics. smug opportunists.
\/ many and meanwhile. beguiled and distracted.
\/ the houselights come up. the houselights come up on \u2013
\/ a lightweight nightmare, nightmarish finality.
\/ his existential dread revoked.
\/ interpretations and appraisals. was a botched demagogue.
\/ the foreman. with this megaphone full of rancid parable.
\/ the foreman. with his lung full of port talbot steel.
\/ handshake. shiftwork. the fashionable rackets.
\/ carries his spleen in a suitcase. carries his spleen in his handshake.
\/ all the couch potatoes of discontent cover their faces.
\/ late diagnosis. there was an anarchy.
\/ packed meat into magnificent disguises. smiles.
\/ was a cipher for dismay. climbs canker, spits from the top of it.
\/ the houselights come up. the houselights come up on \u2013
\/ disposable spectres. temperent spectres deposed.
\/ the drumroll, the punchline.
\/ says: we don’t like posh boys, but we like their drugs.
\/ in a showband burnout. the rarefied tyrant roars.
\/ in a city like this. paranoia’s perspiration running down its pillars.
\/ in a city like this. the pillars of his paranoia. doric.
\/ ghosts in the rosy order of things.
\/ the letdown of decades. the rapturous anticlimactic.
\/ sin-sired. pockets full of poachers pentacles, dead disciplinarians, limbs and trivia.
\/ punishments will be disproportionate, skewed.
\/ language of drag, of drain. facile and tangled.
\/ a language of purge and shudder. a language of \u2013
\/ threshing dismembered hungover fatalists.
\/ there was an anarchy.
\/ sober and shattered. an alternate hell with hand-sanitizer. alternative hell with hotel bible.
\/ and he was our monarch. those forgery years.
\/ all his complaint in his face.
\/ little land of wrecked hawks and burnt rubber.
\/ tarmac over this tax-year, these catchy tunes.
\/ chilled and flinching. i saw him empty his accident into \u2013
\/ imperial derelict seaside town.
\/ cleaved and alive by the rain.
\/ lashed to the stammer. contraction.
\/ the mute, egregious weather.
\/ kids swarm everywhere, the wolf milieu. off their nuts.
\/ changelings of normalised knife-crime. ramsgate.
\/ there was an anarchy. cringe in edwardian bafflement.
\/ the listed buildings. mournful toytown incantations.
\/ says: levelled up? nah. just levelled.
\/ all our phosphorus wants returned.
\/ this is grunting stuff. a broken-tooth bestride a song.
\/ their aggravating swagger. these southern-fried flatterers. the stink on them.
\/ a crack rock’s phobic prelude to their bloody life story.
\/ the rabble, woozily rallied.
\/ i heard there were ballads for this.
\/ for the anarchy.
\/ for the untutored instruments: hands. tongue.
\/ the thumping muscle of me. for \u2013
\/ late diagnosis.
\/ oh, pedant redeemer, scorched and thwarted. your tarot of thwarted slang.
\/ do you not have a spell for the anarchy?
\/ these dismal syllabists. the fagends of faction.
\/ stanzaed neanderthals. marshal thralls of phrase.
\/ then the houselights come up. the houselights come up on \u2013
\/ a deadpan parody of bluebirds.
\/ the wind distilling his sneer.
\/ to coruscating truculence. chapel of wrath.
\/ on the hill. in the rain. empty of all except \u2013
\/ late diagnosis. factions filling me. filling me up.<\/p>\n