run from the skin which binds us
look look look at all the beards on all fours
walking running
walking running
dying to meet the sun with no skin to burn burn the urn
just to learn
that the ash re births and breathes
just
the same
the more we learn we will topple
and rest
our manly chins
on a plinth of power
sour, dry, torn, warm
a cynic licks the inner cheek of passers by
on London road
run from the skin which binds us
yes
but smile just
the
same
let me see those teeth which make us randy
men are all the same I know
women:
I don’t know
but for sure it’s something more complex and gorgeous
I don’t know
It’s where the love grows just like hands
by the hour
we cannot help but con
fess
so con fess
and shave
be brave
you are a man of course
and you are old enough to bleed
you are old enough to breed
and you are old enough to crack a brick with your teeth while you sleep you were a seed
born
of certain creed
and now you are
a man
just
the
same
run run
run from the skin which binds us
skin which holds on to childhood insecurities
like showers
in the maze maze
locker room
of burly men
with lilac *****
and apple eyed *****
two pieces of a puzzle they will never put together because there’s always someone bigger
but boy oh boy I love to eat
from forbidden fruit in the morning

mourning
the death of something women know
but alas I am a man just
the
same

my **** stinks
and the colour is yellow the old cuddly fellow
is wasted
is there glass in my nail?
a minor detail
in a cosmic dilemma or
somethings up the spout i stand
under – I see
said me:
the blind woman waving
her wooden leg out the scullery window the gallery is a wonderful place at night in ernest
you must know what I mean? sure, bob says it better

with chaos comes cash n it’s all going down
on
where some men fish for bikes
and some men fish for hate
where the swans are ******* filthy
and mothered moorhens moor themselves to beer bottled banks
something like jazz silenced by the motorways
of Hayes
the Grand Union Canal
low down crack heads
for the heads of the crack
down
100 metres of government investment for the BBC news broadcast
100 metres of fly tipped banks
for the BBC news broadcast
the bed is laid
bare on the bank
diversity is through the roof there’ll be a documentary
THE HIGH LIFE ON THE BANK
feet walk limp
to the edge of the bed
the bottom rung to canary wharf and the water’s always clear
just Like jazz if you listen
but the BBC news broadcast don’t
dare
look

waiting for the day
of
the ultimate lay
to destroy all the other kids
who made fun like conversation before the battle of Zama
duck and cover
and run
to your mother
some waves crash pretty **** hard and others seem to do their part patience patience
mister mister
we will say the human race
now we will say the human race plus mister manly man right here stuck to
my ******* shoe
stuck to
the old days
the old ways
you are a
pathetic little man
i’ll spit you out like all the rest your hench men
or better still i’ll woo ya wife
will rest assured
If it’s
a **** off
that you want
if it’s nuke’s you wish to com
pare
i’ll take you back to kiddy school
and see what all the bright minds think of mr manly man
show and tell
you’re just the same
a de
fected membrane
playtimes over mister mister
time to face the facts:
you can’t destroy a ******* thing you can’t win the human race you’ll break a wall and see yourself you’ll never love a human soul
you might not have the biggest **** but the biggest **** is you
and now it doesn’t seem so great:
your ***** desires
when no one will have you!
the alarms keep ******* ringing
and i’m still ******* laughing
am i wrong
or is it not conversation we all want not conversation
like our own
not conversation
on a phone
but down here we just want to talk
human to human
am i wrong
or is it not the time to **** **** up
nothing ain’t worth ****
without something
to get us out of bed and meet the dead
this ******* alarm
and this blessed smile
keeping us tucked
so now just over the fence you might see the bobble of a walking hat those who are tall and
handsome
are worth nothing still
without a gun in their hand
or a trick in their hat
they are worth nothing still
if they lie dead on the bed all red if they lie dead on the bed all red
cut off his arms and stick a needle in his eye on the left
let him watch with the other
watch time unfold forever
keep him in a box with a peeping hole take him on your trips

fly western commercial and drop him off let them feed off him like lenin
busted bust
and broken treads
you’ll leave him and return always
duck and cover
there’s no fun and games tonight tonight
i wish to die
by
your
hand
duck and cover
i’m sure there’s just enough balance
to keep us the occupiers occupied
duck and cover
what’s wrong with a clenched fist strong smashing deep
and hard
into your
raised
cheekbones
just for you
to hit me back
you ***** ***** *******
i love you
rest assured we will
come for you
and threaten you with peace of mind

time
to
adjust time
to
make it
time
to
act like Joan of Arc it’s enough for time to pass
time to sell all my belongings time to **** mister mister