We've all been flat,
either
on our feet,
broke.
out,
on our faces,
yes!
I suspect that we have
all been in one of those places,
but we move on,
get up
and get along
somehow.

The human spirit
is much stronger
than that of
the alcohol variety.

It's at the point of no return
when you have to decide
if you'd rather
bury your head in the sand,
or go forward and ride
into the storm.

The signposts all splinter
and Winter is lost
turn on the heating and
bugga the cost.

If
I'm crying
blame it on the onions
that I'm peeling
or on time
that is stealing me away.

Smoked salmon
soft cheese and dill
you can try one
but you'll have to buy one
first.

Cheddar's better
with onion and pickle
you can get that at
the 'hammer and sickle'
which is a public house
down my way.

One egg and brexit macstuffing,

wiv coffee sir?

nah, wiv nuffin.

what do people eat to break their fast?
shiyte,
ya can't beat a steaming bowl of porridge,
right?

and if you're a real one
you'd have it wiv salt on.

I wanna it to be
Christmas
and I wanna see
a
Christmas tree.

If I'd have screamed that in February
when I was
child,
I'd have been slapped into the middle
of next year.

If you've got an antenna stuck up your posterior
it may send a message
but it's doubtful that you'll get
good reception.

The things that doctors and nurses see,
mind bendingly peuliar
and the more peculiar they are
the more popular they seem to be.

I'm glad that I'm a plumber
just a number you call,
when all else fails.

'if you build it
they will...'
order you to demolish it,
planning permission required
for everyone wired into
the system.

time to step outside this landfill
there will be another place.

If you think that
tying one on
hitting the floor
when your balance has gone
is a good idea.
go ahead,

but if you feel that you're being
overlooked
in this era of giants
buy some stilts.

He mumbles about the assembly and I can see that he doesn't remember me but I was there in the valley when he towered above me and I remember it well.

Time passed so slowly in Eden. apples were what we would feed on.

Time reopened one portal and through it I could see we were mortal

I worry as much as anyone could
that there are billions of bibles
all made from wood

the foresters jobs are put on the line
something else in the orchard of time.

The House now
quiet as a mouse now
and nothing stirring,

no whisper of crinoline
from the stairs,
no
rustling of papers from
Bazelgettes lair,
no
moaning
from Marley,
no
clanking of chains
and
it pains me to say
that
only the ghosts
are left today.

but deep in the walls and
hidden in picture frames
are the names and the faces
of those souls who had places
and somewhere that they called
their home.

I've never seen a chicken lay a nugget
I have never found a nugget of gold
but I married a peach of a princess,
when I was sixty years old.

So,
an axiom isn't what you use to chop through a synonym,
I live and churn.

things that confuse
eating what I muse on,
it's
calorie controlled or
should that be free from?

She still likes me
even though I'm getting cranky
I think She should thank me
but She'll probably ****** me
if She reads this.

if the end was to come
and the sun expired
and darkness erupted
but the spires kept on dreaming
you would hear me screaming
from coast to coast
but I wouldn't be the only one.

That steaming rock that keeps us warm
will one day be gawn
or so a Cockney friend tells me

I asked them for Tramadol
they gave me some Panadol

you don't always get what you want.

but I subdivide while waiting for the pain,
to subside and now there are more of me
than ever.

anyway
the doctor said,
can you *** in a cup
and I replied,
yes I suppose so
but I usually use the
toilet.

The bell will ring soon
either for playtime
or praytime
I wonder which one it
will be.

The doctor's still laughing
the patients are waiting
they'll need some more staff in
to manage the queue.

It's Sunday
the sky's looking bloodshot,
someone took a potshot?
or perhaps it could be
my eyes.

I see a glitch
and it's not in the matrix
but in a picture that's hung
on the wall,
it's of W.G Grace holding a bat
and a bowler minus a ball.

As the light floods out from the bathroom and the moon slips under the door  you're left there alone and idly wondering who designed that jacket she wore
and the sirens wail down in Shoreditch like they've wailed so many times before
and you're still left alone and wondering
who designed that jacket she wore,
it's time to move on
time to move on

and so you move on out to the islands,
build a hut from the driftwood you find
then
line the floor with coconut matting and
the memories dragged out from your mind,
and you're still wondering
like
you've wondered before,
who was it designed the jacket,
that she wore as she left through the door.

In the interval nature takes over,
as we go under for the last time.

No one walks along the chemtrails
no one sails through the sky
the yellow brick road ends at Dartmoor
and Dorothy is asking me why

I have no answers to give here,
no pearls of wisdom to share
I have only an old shabby greatcoat
and a pair of trench boots that I wear.

...again they're selling the future,
we know it's really pork belly
but they'll call it if it suits you
haute couture.

you fall again,
get lost in the past again,
then you cast out again
and reel it in,

Call it monotony or is it Mark Antony?
the knives are dulled over time.

We get on a tube
which is a train, not a tube
to go through a tunnel
which
for all intents and purposes
is a tube,

I think that I'll go
and wash the breakfast dishes.

Do you know how long forever is?

it's more than your fingers and
more than your toes,

you may as well count the
grains of sand
because
only God knows
how long forever is.

Charles might be King
but
Numbers are the thing
and
there's never enough
of them.

They did away with the carrot and kept the stick,
put another brick in the wall and
we all love that, don't we?

Kilroy
wouldn't recognise today
it's a million miles away
from what he knew
and what he knew
he wrote on the wall.

I don't even recognise today
it's a thousand miles away
from last week and a walk
and a half from yesterday,
and now
they've done away with
conkers
the bat and the ball
the carrot
not the stick
and even the wall.

Kilroy signed on the sick
and
now I do believe
that
I've seen it all.

Half-expecting that tap on the shoulder
from the Grim Reaper who never looks any older
but didn't get it
and i
never won the lottery either

but it
feels like I did.

When you open up the toy box
but you find out it's actually
Pandora's box
oh
and 'who let the dogs out' is
booming out from the radio,
your
pacemaker's on the blink
and you think that this time
it might be that time that you go,

jeezuuus
could the day get any worse?

Well,
if Jonah could be swallowed by a whale
and still live to tell the tale,

probably.

Must be
enthusiastic
and
energetic
no
whining
or
whinging,
we don't do
pathetic.

Below average pay
for
selling us your day
and if we had our way
you'd get even less.

The question is,
not why or how,
but
what are we going to do now?

aw shucks
blank looks,
emptied pages
we want to fill,

hey Will,
lend me thy quill
let me spill some words
of encouragement.

fifty thousand emails
to employment agencies
pales into insignificance
when you get that
one chance
and
that one chance
can change your world.

The light dips into its own reflection
there are more ripples in the pond.

I saw this as a boy
and know this as a man,
movements of mysterious ways
are all a part of the plan.

I was picking pickled onions
which only became pickled
after I picked them then
pickled them
before then
they were just boring.

it's hard work on the land
breathtakingly backbreaking.
but worth taking the job to
be in the great outdoors.

Even
Big Ben
looks smaller to me
and
I know for a fact
that
I'm not any taller
so
what gives?

We just a different generation
and now we need some
medication,

*** justification
we is getting on
and
bordering on
and now I forget
are you happy now?
will you write me
a prescription now,

how is it going so far?

Dear Sir,
you're in the pet shop
and
the surgery is next door.

I'd be howling to the sound of the wind
but I got double glazing so I can't hear a thing.

we weather storms like ships at sea
it's all the same
a bit unpredictable
but so are we.

touch wood if you can find it
because these days it's all plastic,
but we're here, so far so good.

But so far's no good if there's still far to go
it's a halfway house at the most.

We are here,
but
everything's so
fukin dear,
what happened to Wilko?

I dunno
said *****,
well
*** me
education has reached its limit

it's a flamin'; conspiracy
and if we're to burn it down
drag them ******* down with us.

I wish they'd make their minds up
but I know
they make the weather up
so
probably not much hope for their minds.

Rain
Snow
a bit of sleet
thunder
could be lightning
might be in the morning
and
there'll be some sunny spells
if Merlin finds his wand.

The spear is so last year
the romance of the lance long past,

what do we have now?
guns and bombs
hard drugs and bongs
and thongs don't you know
won't last.

Upheaval is evil
but
upheave we must do,

change is inevitable,

what next,
the CV?
send a text
scan it
pin it down and
paste it,
better to use it
before you waste it,

the spear is so last year.

If you're watching
Captain Pugwash
and you think it's
a load of hogwash
you need your swash
buckled.

Hello Seth,
said Doug.
who was digging the garden,

and Doug dug the garden regularly,
like clockwork one might say.

I'm sure Doug's wife would have said that
but she disappeared one night
and hasn't been seen since that
day,

Who gives two flucks about strawbucks?
Mother's ruin is doing it for me.

I've  drunk Lapsang with Goolagong in the '70s
but she won't remember me,

saw Wayne on a train down at Waterloo when
I was
'watching the detectives'

and now I have a headache.

I know what Louis XV1 felt like
with his
head in a basket.

It's not who you know but what I know is that next to nothing stands everything and in everything, you will find something or something will find you.

The plot thickens
a bit like soup in the pan on the hob

and the 'Boys from the Blackstuff'
are shouting
'gis a job'
'gis a job'
but nothing is what you get
if you don't look for something
in everything.

Sometimes
what will be
is
what will She
do next.

West Ham are at home
playing in Stratford,
the evangelists at the
shopping center come
forward and say,
they're all going to hell.

I think
Wembley is more likely
but not if they don't
up their game.

I woke up full of what I thought was hope
but it was sleep in my eyes.

a Capital way to start any day.

We're all full of something though,
whether it's
*******
batshit or
a little bit of magic.

I suppose, not that I'm ready to suppose,
but dressed in work clothes it's the least I can do.

Have you noticed that when
'Silent Night' is sung
the night becomes less silent?

When stars become crystalline
everything will be clear
because
they'll sell them off as ****'
and that'll be the death of all
that is known,

The night will be silent then.

You
slip up again
trip up again
***** up
and do it
again and again
but
the trick is
to get up again
and keep on trying.

I took a trip
watched time
let it slip
through my fingers
and
caught fish from the shoreline.

Some stories are colourful
some memories are hazy
some call me crazy,
but my recall's like the recoil
from a Winchester, (the repeater)
sharp and quick.

Love is not finite
nor the night
infinite,

we are one and the same
the same name

chance never had a chance.

Don't like the news
don't listen to the news,
don't  succumb though
to feeling numb though
that's just like being on
drugs,
but
mayhap the news channels drain you of the pain that you go through when real life tries to get through to you.

Hey,
what do I know about anything when nothing's a placebo?

I have gone through several mills
taken that valley of pills
I have been there
and seen there
an emptiness
making it all valueless
worth less than
the placebo.

This throwback dinosaur that I am,
is still, yet moved by Omar Khayam,

in the rustling of the leaves
he breathes
a little magic into a winter night.

Dispatched or spatchcocked
we're being locked away,

played out
splayed out
senior citizen days out,

breakfast in the garden shed
then off to bed,

if you think it's the life of Riley
you should join in and sit beside me
while I wait for the tide to come in.

I kneel and taste of my salvation
the congregation cheers,

no more time to waste on
time I wasted once before.
I was that prohibition order
that I once tore from the door,
several hundred thousand beers
and I wonder now what for.

Salvation tastes of sweat and tears,
all my years rolled up in one,
and the future lies before me,

I rise
and move along

Picasso passed by incognito
J K Jerome was never at home,
Hess was staying at Spandau
Caesar was moving on Rome.

History tells next to nothing
I have a place just above
She tells me to keep writing
and kills me with that look of love.