life is about chances
he takes his from the form guide
some weeks are lean
and others, mean
but some he has all he needs
plus more besides
he bends his elbow along the way
though it never seems too much
more a perk of the job
than a crutch
dressed the same each day
just like the suits in town
the only difference being
he's doing it on his own

peg peg
stake steak
the meat is lean
sheared off fine
oh just fine
the joy in repetition
of being in complete
submission
to the power
to the strength
peg again and
peg some more
plot out this plot
show me what you’ve got
you’re at the helm
as i’m in heav’n
the course will be true
whilst you’re in command

any one
thing
a sense that
something's missing
mustard
or special sauce
especially for the main course
delectable
surroundings
difficulty compounding
asset rich
don miner's helmet
no presupposition
of what it all meant

pills
so many pills
and yet more to be found
a bottle of whiskey to wash them down
if only I had known
a 'cry for help'
don't patronise me
this was as real as real can be
it could happen again
the facility exists
it's only me
and whether i choose to resist
you all think you'll care
but it won't get you anywhere

this
prerogative
is mine alone
no need to gnash or moan
let me take my path
no interest in your ideal(s)
i alone
will find what is real
reality
maybe one day you will see
free yourself from the scales
measurements all meaningless
looking for the more
while walking away with less

there was no bat, man
just the manic
spasmodic
rain of gems
caught up as so many were
some still fell to the pit
you fingered them there
then flicked them away
it's always the night
despite
the light of day
quicker than a bullet
and sharper than a whip
the captain stood tall
as the ****** would fall
because the captain
was destined alone
on that ship
and above the knowing smile
were ever-saddened eyes
take a look
you my find yourself surprised
we were given a blessing
but the hand that gave now took
away
though we can always look
for the american robin
flying back
this way

i watch a man's body expire
i want to be inside him
i want to feel his spirit shaking free
blocking out the customary wailing from others present
i try to focus on his destination
wishing to sense with a sense
outside of the five
moving beyond
through clouds or
stargates or
complete dimensions
to places where dimensions don't exist
where measurements don't exist
there's no sadness
just... release

(who said anything about dying?)

your halo of stains
blinds your eyes
no idea where you are
how you appear
repugnant
no understanding
no consideration
you bluster
in a dust cloud of disgust
where do you think you are
who do you think you are
don’t you look at me
with defiled disdain