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Gremlins<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Fran Lock<\/em><\/p>\n \u201chaving gotten in, it’s coming out one of two ways: walking or writing.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \/ we want axioms, maximum sky. not you. Gremlins by Fran Lock \u201chaving gotten in, it’s coming out one of two ways: walking or writing.\u201d \/ we want axioms, maximum sky. not you.\/ an immobile…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":423,"featured_media":16616,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16618","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16618","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/423"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16618"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16618\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/16616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16618"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16618"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16618"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\/ an immobile romantic, a sea of romantic immobiles.
\/ that detestable animal, the lyric i.
\/ politely standardised. sentimental suck-ups.
\/ their weak verbotens over everything. now we identify as knives.
\/ and why not?
\/ tell me again. it’s a basement phrase. it’s a rip-off song off-key.
\/ yeah, you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.
\/ yeah, you wish you were me, you cursory radical.
\/ you bystander, you passerby. you citizen.
\/ you spoke and you spoke and every syllable was safety.
\/ you, and your fiction of smiths. your smith committee.
\/ the followers<\/em> who have replaced your friends<\/em>.
\/ yeah, you wish. and the folk-art fracas of my \u2013 of my \u2013 of my \u2013
\/ multiple choice collapse. blacklist in block capitals.
\/ reputational risk?<\/em> you dullard, you sullied little hedonist.
\/ you verse-chorus cheat of absolute boredom.
\/ all the whiteship boozecruise banter of you.
\/ you branch secretary. you polytendrilled parody. you vampire squid of organised whoopee.
\/ you chairman of traditions. you slowburn salute. you canned nazi.
\/ you novelist.
\/ we were into rudiments, discords. not you, spectre of consensus.
\/ spectator. exhorter. the extorted sex of you.
\/ we were coming apart like cedar on a sawmill.
\/ syllabus of strawmen. scarecrow mock. scarecrow shuffle.
\/ modernists.
\/ those self-styled self-destroyers. neither adapt nor resist.
\/ have distilled shitcreek into shtick. for a fee.
\/ we were into rudiments, discord. not this.
\/ a drudge jerusalem. for cackling aspirants.
\/ not you. generational renegade. vacated and sane.
\/ catchphrase franchise. melodic indie vibes, you \u2013
\/ cog in your lopsided uniform. the uniform aubade of middle-age.
\/ all in all a brick in the blockhead parade.
\/ we are here with the orach, charlock, couch-grass, stitchwort. collateral jacket of weeds.
\/ outcast sloucher’s slang, we’ve got.
\/ and my \u2013 and my \u2013 and my \u2013
\/ impure probation of thoughts. and you wish.
\/ for these nonstop hands, for a shapeless psychosis knocked into song.
\/ the grit in a sensitive instrument. refined and transfigured.
\/ mania, without centre or margins. you wish.
\/ whose sneer is a needle. you wish.
\/ confirmed grace, shrewdly cruising.
\/ crudely shining, zippered and cinched into clich\u00e9.
\/ the wheedling blag of your \u2013
\/ affirmations. fake northern slang-evangelist.
\/ knocked into appropriate phobias. knocked into \u2013
\/ queasy teeth. grit in the gut.
\/ crackpot pariah. crackrock-rapt. definace, over the headland.
\/ they will remember you, hallmark minions, appropriate adults.
\/ in chin-stroke symposiums. these agit-avant-agent-
\/ ethereal deliriums. dead interjectionists. castrated scallywags. syntax-saints.
\/ we want a militant rictus. words. nailed into utopia. wipe off the wax of you.
\/ want screaming. not this.
\/ designer wounding. redesigned wounds.
\/ fakes of dysfunction. their period screech. their period petulance.
\/ so. rattle your referents. and my \u2013 and my \u2013 and my \u2013
\/ this poem built from the abusive repetitions of labour.
\/ the obscene rhythms of work. work. work. the pungent industrial all dissolving.
\/ you snot-nosed insurrectionist. picking the scab of capital.
\/ your scandalised irie. the sprung punk of peevish refrain.
\/ hoary englander.
\/ the asphyxiating chill. gag-enthusiast.
\/ nerd in an era of intercepts. incel slur for \u2013
\/ my \u2013 my \u2013 my \u2013
\/ you doomed alecks of envoy.
\/ my \u2013 my \u2013 my \u2013
\/ gaslit futility.
\/ we want. scrambled, entropic, a pain like speed in a stomach ulcer.
\/ we want. in the grip of thin, fading menace. this britain-thing.
\/ disgorges its post-war into our face.
\/ we want. critics, bootlegging a eulogy.
\/ we want. louts of postmortem. covert pastoral, loadedly rhapsodized.
\/ you wish. foaming on forums, shouting down the day.
\/ we want a haute animus. face like a punctured lung.
\/ the canonically joyless suburbs<\/em>. the stink of scripture, the scrim of toil.
\/ fomented and fouled. in webs of glory.
\/ the mind, broken, strenuously gentrified.
\/ into baroque disclosures. into tracts. paperbacks.
\/ into you, three-sentence meatsuits. you, you charming harbingers.
\/ you harbingers of charm.
\/ you frontmen, you posterboys, you prevailing parliament of \u2013
\/ we want. wrought in the riot. looped, eloping.
\/ the sickness of intercourse. something is moving. out there in the grey-blue-grey.
\/ with sinuous tyranny. something.
\/ like a foregone boyfriend, hanged already. something.
\/ stupendous malevolence. malevolently stupid.
\/ and you wish.
\/ you could see all this. tirades, butterflied and speared by \u2013
\/ vernacular angst. check. sordid distortions. to live this. to live in this.
\/ who are you kidding?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"