Lager Kilns

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Plug skull thread, iron claws lie. Flux gasping. Winternal. Drippled. Porouses incandescending. Army truck parked at the lip of the depths. Pigeons squat on furnace throat. Ivy claws the brickbelly vase. Blast for breakfast on blustering revetments. You working today no? I'd just love to have that I would. She said what happened I said well. Thus of dawn. Beginstone. Belled taff, burn the drawl. Spray slurred walls: cunt flaps - fuckit - suck my dick. Capsized trolley. Burnt bed, cremated springs. Dark ventricles of rubble and cans. Burial chambers of strongbow fosters carling. Drinking crypts. Booze bunkers in the buddleia tundra. Fern pivots. Leaned sand lace.

 

Skull clang. Brickles. Rattlement of works. Cyfarthfa the barking place. Hunt hounds on the mound. Floodlit perfumed aisles. Kiln-roast ore barrowed to furnace-top. 3 for 2 on mix and match accessories as well as 2 for £15 on novelty teas. Blast blown by beam blowing engines. Get yours in store today. Yesterday Rachel said he'd gone down. Do you know that pyjamas you've given me that the top's too small. I seen one reduced to £49 from 89. Let me see if um I got to go in here a minute. Casting sheds used by roughsleepers. Prostitute pushed down furnace breaks neck. Staff announcement Shaun to reception please customer enquiry. Iron tapped onto sand-beds. Molten solidifies to pigs. Click of coathanger rails.

 

Mineral knock. Tow fire. Stratified noise. At the info board a man and woman come up behind us. Pinched pale in the first streaks of slag. Skeleton rags wade. Seen any news on the funeral any flowers or anything? I know the funeral’s Monday but is it flowers or donations or? Skull clasped in fleshless liquid. Mind whips water seeded with flakes. And the stars are coming out tonight. They're lighting up the sky tonight. Is he coming back then or what? For you. Chicken pie with what? For you. What you want beans on your pie? Sinters thread the bars of silica sand. Meteoric barefoot on the graphite loop. Wropen row of dawn, we crum. Shaped din.

 

Crumbeat craction. Litting pull of air cobble. Canalskin. Furnal. We crunch across shingle grit mire. Dawn-raked. A ductile rustle. Lilt trills in molten mist. Jackdaws circle. Man in red coat watches us through rust brittle stems. Couldn't believe what I did last night. Alongside canal head works railway runs under road. Do the rubbish round by here now right. Where you going? Do the rubbish innit. Water bubbles through mill race pipe. I lead the horse from stables to canal. Do with some heat in here couldn't you? Freezing innit. On towpath hitch him to boat-load of blast-valley cargo. Toothache I have. Uh? Toothache. Claws open mist curling smokey fingers. Fibrous stink of iron-bearing wind. Ferrite murk. Hollowed morning cinder-still.

 

Parish cores. Bearth narred the hoodland. Calcined mouth. Candle wafts from Debenhams automatics. Glass temple of smooth-faceless mannequins. Batches remelted in hearths. Carrier bags on floor trying on a jacket. Cos well doing a bit of shopping like. Saying that mind we're supposed to be going to Cardiff Saturday. Creak of steel hooks on rail. Iron runs into cooled troughs quenched to refined metal slab. Rhif chwech os gwelwch yn dda number six please. Mirrored galleries of dangling handbags. Broken for transport to puddling forges. You won't spend anything then. Wharf throat watervoices. Keep your hands in your pockets like I do. Beam engines powered by batteries of boilers. Sequins glitter under spotlights. Transaction approved please remove card.

 

Smelt mix. Tipped melts. Pumping hot dispersion. Coal cracks saw fuses where icicles dock. Down canal we church and surge to Georgetown. Taff rushing shreds of sewers. Past the rail shop. Traders load tramrails. This pound is now deserted. Past the graving dock. Stackyard dawn rustle in off-licence. How old are you now then? Right I'm going the toilet a minute right. Nuts in’ he. Pass under road at Pont Storehouse. Ghosts slide by long starved. Glow curtains suction frosted on land. Where's uh big fella then? Go Cardiff is it? Minibus. Good shout. Straight southwards between skinyard and limepits. We carve along. Magnetic particle heaps vanish. Ashed oils. Damped overbs. Scaped starves.

 

Settle ourselves on leaden sky. Still-water seethed with icicles. Down to Jackson's Bridge. Police at traffic interchange. Dark canopy of inns. Steel trickles, slag bubbles. Siderite streaks wrought through weakness. Crumbling of wind. White birches stark. Sirens pulse. Um what was I gonna say now? Somebody else I know said that. Leaf crunched moss banking to electrode reservoirs. From bank I watch a bucket eddy over shallow frills. Huge plop. Look round and see the red coat man looking over side of bridge. Went out Friday night I was out two hours. I'll show you this photo now. You don't go slagging her off when everybody knows. Breath teeming. Pneumatic cascades. I walk back up the banking through the yellow leaves. Sintered southerly, crude glowing down flakes of steel. Drum rocks row the wind.