Three weeks gone and the combatants gone
returning over the nightmare ground
we found the place again, and found
the soldier sprawling in the sun.

The frowning barrel of his gun
overshadowing. As we came on
that day, he hit my tank with one
like the entry of a demon.

Look. Here in the gunpit spoil
the dishonoured picture of his girl
who has put: Steffi. Vergissmeinnicht.
in a copybook gothic script.

We see him almost with content,
abased, and seeming to have paid
and mocked at by his own equipment
that's hard and good when he's decayed.

But she would weep to see today
how on his skin the swart flies move;
the dust upon the paper eye
and the burst stomach like a cave.

For here the lover and killer are mingled
who had one body and one heart.
And death who had the soldier singled
has done the lover mortal hurt.

An airgonaut, verily she is,
Hovering in time, healing
Mine mind; O'er the
luminaries, stationary,
Freely emissaries, of
The water of life on-
Which we liveth.
We shalt famigerate the copybook of god;
Sprinkling seed's, O'er the demonic breed's,
Stomping out the hatred, anger, a lightning bolt of peace to overcometh the ghost's of bad nature, with Jane's sceptering rod. Virtuous applause, as a wraparound stairway, leadeth us to the Almighty; thundering awe.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated

The pretence of too many new beginnings
lacking, eventually, any appearance of permanent lustre.
Each new day just another blob in a copybook
of fragmented scribblings.

I see spots
lots of spots like blots of ink
which makes me think
my pen has leaked
but it has not,
where did those spots that look like blots come from?

I know that as spots grow they blot out all the sun,quite sad,
Does that mean that I should clean blots as I spot them?
or should I leave them there to spread and being led right up the path towards the garden gate and having fed on salad
would I write a ballad to a blot that I had spotted or attend a rite to a blot that got wiped out,
I can spot one more
a polka dot of a spot like a blot but I got it,the question is,
should I keep it or let it seep away.
would it blot my copybook if I took one tiny blot to a tiny spot I know to watch it grow.
I expect it would
someone would spot me with a blot
and dob me in.

It is not crash, it's simple motive
Tobacco burns and seen an hour
River waters and the syllable hurts
Space measure inside itself
Leashes of knowledge of love and recreation
Turn a soul of thought of last to the corn now
So experince of memory, ideas, consciousness are attached
Finding as a greater than just a power to the interior
Illustration of scene, end of the issue
Here is a term, but a verge it is easy, it is existence(Dasein).
I have looked up my eyes to branches of oak and in process of learning book
Choosing the way for everybody and nobody
Thus bearing of absence
I learned of grass, opening a copybook.
Overview shooting of completeness of world
The son and the father - the way to Tarkovsky
Opening I have absorbed system halls
I waited so much and decided, that i will create from myself in out of
What was apropriated to God as a purpose.
It is important to say - the new subject
This is the world in which i could believe myself(Inside world).

Staplers and hole-punch
Paper, signatures, and stamps
Busy, busy work
Audit error, office closed
Oncoming apocalypse

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“If you are viewing this instructional video, you may be having some glitches with your audit processes. Don’t panic. From time to time, any bureaucracy worth its hole-punch will need to conduct an audit.

Daily dandy-desk-documented fun
Standard sunny-systematised-stapled hijinks

However, sometimes, there is a clerical error, or worse, a process deviation. If this occurs during an ordinary, 8:45am-5:20pm workday, the standard review process can be implemented, commencing on the same day, should the error be detected before 12pm, and if later than 12pm, commencing on the next working day. The typical review timelines can then follow, ideally 3-5 business days for information gathering, followed by committee consideration dependent on the 6-weekly cycle and agenda length.

Expected. Thorough. Busy. Reassuring.
All systems nominal.
Stamping and signing rates above baseline.
Working hard, at a sensible, sustainable pace. Amiright?

Unfortunately, occasionally,
something cataclysmic happens
bottom right on the risk matrix
(likelihood=E (rare) x consequence=5 (catastrophic))

Hold onto your staplers…
A fault occurs during the audit.
An audit error in the error audit.
This results in the dreaded, circular,
Paper Ouroboros Paradox.  
At this point, the
perfectly procedured
copybook committeed
faultlessly filed
bureaucracy
will implode.

The only way of avoiding POP is
a concurrent process to audit the
audit, we call this The Meta Audit.  
The bookish amongst you may want to say
that would increase the circularity
(moving POP from likelihood=E, to D!)
Don’t worry, we run the Meta Meta
Audit to make sure that never happens.

Our favourite galactic bureaucrat avatars, the Vogons, were the first race to encounter the pure, paper-curling hell of TMA. That is why these instructions are written in poetry, of sorts. But not Vogon-authored poetry, of course, even though
the quality
and honestly
the policy
of the potential use
of these directions
or sections
or connections
for torture
Have never been directly investigated.

The KPI for TMA is known as the
Kafka-Cockroach Distance
measured in imaginary cockroach lengths (icL).

Under potential conditions of
POP, the TMA KPI KCD starts at
42 icL
     and counts down with
     every fatal meta error:
       -Information presented to audit
         committee in triplicate
         instead of quadruplicate,
41 icL
      -Audit presentation containing
        27 slides instead of 26,
        as clearly outlined,
40 icL
     -Email about colonoscopy sent
       to audit address list instead of mum,
39 icL
     And so on.

You’ll know when you reach 17 icL,
You’ll see the cockroaches.
Conveniently, this makes measurement simpler

Now you know how to calculate your Kafka-Cockroach Distance, you can audit your audits with perfect assurance and insurance.

---

This bureaucracy
Kafkaesque catastrophe
Dear Douglas Adams
Thanks for giving me words for
Processing my processes

I almost gave up drink
                      for Lent this year, not
the length of it, the full
                   forty days, frothy days
I called them because
                I never stopped thinking
of the creamy Guinness
                  tops. Yes more than one,
eight a night was how
                     many I'd been putting
away, a gallon. Often as
                      it approached closing
time I'd order two, just
                  to be sure I had enough
to keep the night dark.

If I was a Muslim I'd
                  never manage Ramadan
because I was only twenty
                days into Lent and I gave
up. Giving up is a better
                   word than breaking out.
It is 1982 and I am truly
                      ashamed of myself for
nor persevering, especially
        after the Hunger Strikers, who
had no hope of breaking out
        yet ten of them fasted to death,
longer than Lent, at the 'Kesh.


Ps.

This is a poem I wrote in 1982 a
year after 10 Irish Freedom fighters
died at Long Kesh prison in N.Ireland.
(Found it in a copybook today)