..and I could fall into you
pass right through you
to come out the man
you want me to be
or
would I change into
a man you knew
or the man that you'd
want to see?

it's not for me to say
but
if you're going my way

let's hitch a ride together
get together
side by side we can
weather the storms.

What is it worth,
thirty pieces of silver
in a goatskin purse,

is this my curse?

trying to put a value on
the price of going on.

Status update,
to which I do not relate
nothing has changed
for the better,
but I know it could be
worse,
I
could be a poet.

Underachieving

if that's what you believe in,

go for it.

September,
in the rain?
no,
looks quite bright
for a change.

It's 4am and
Tottenham drew again,
not sure what they drew
but it seems to have
upset them.

And Thursday?
no
not Mr's Thursday
although
most of you will not
have heard of her,
that's because
you're not old enough,
but don't worry
you will be
one day.

Where there's a will there's a Winter
and now we're feeling the chill,
that's just Russia,
time to dig out the thermals.
ps
smart meters really work,
well
they make my eyes smart.

It was
look interested in
or be interested  in
something other
than that which looked
interesting to those
you had no interest in.

I had a banana float
which was more interesting
because the banana never floated
the ice cream was okay though.

Tuesday began
I tried to run
but it caught me.

nothing is fair
unless you are blond.

Does it feel like we're stuck in a loop
where everything has been said before
and
they're now saying it again
but it comes out as gobbledegook.

does it feel like that to you?

the logic gates
are either open or shut
but this lot
all sit on the fence,

Do you feel
tense?
only
present or past,
because
futures are being sold on
the trading floors of Wall Street.

offwhite grey and that's only the clouds that are heading my way.

Summer is that time I knew
when the Sun shone brightly
and the sky was a sheet of blue
where the dreams we held close
might just come true,

now
the candles are on and
everyone's home,
the heating is off and
we're chilled to the bone

with only the memory of summer
to keep us warm.

the mournful singing of blue whales
drawn out tales from old Jack Tar
the creaking of the rising sails
children laughing on the beach
on deckchairs, Ma and Pa,

she's old now and doesn't sell
the seashells she once sold

I hear the mournful singing of blue whales.

Cityscapes
all of them misshapes
not one of them mistakes
who protects these devilish
architects?

We're being fed on the drippings from a rainbow
while they're getting ****** in the
Admiral Benbow

these pirates,  they don't give a ****
you've just got to look and it all looks
like Tetris.

We'll end up as skin and bones
and frozen too
because we can't afford to heat our
homes

it could be a plan
get rid of the old and the weak
and make way for the superman

you don't think so?

don't think that you're working today
for less pay(in real terms)
than you worked for a year ago?

made in the image of monsters.

Things were going nice and easy
then she wanders in, almost naked,
just to tease me

and here's me spilling tea all down
my lap

but I read the sign.,
'please mind the gap '
and I ain't falling into that,

but if I'm 'woke'
what's that about
perhaps I'm not
and only dreaming,

so why's my lap wet?

so,
what's new in the news
or what cat's in the mews.

gentrification?
looks like the garden of Eden
needs a ****** good weeding,

shout out to Bill and Ben,
they used to be the flowerpot men,
but now
they're both on the dole.

Breaking out of slumber
I leave the dreams behind.

Friday
the time is ticking
which never ceases to amaze
four hours in and I'm kickin'  it
in twenty or more
I'll be sick of it,
because it will have gone.

Oh, nice,
thunder and lightning
and it looks like I'm right in
the middle of a rainstorm,

Think I'll call in sick
tell them I am not well
it works for everyone else

and as bright as the lightning looks
it's still lightning and it *****,

getting sick of the flag waving?
it's all going crazy.

if you ghost them
that won't get rid of them
and most of them
won't even know.

we're here
and worrying
about the cost of living
they are there
dying.

trying to understand it
but don't have the facts
because
it's all being redacted
security, they'd say.

I haven't drunk enough yet
to forget about that stuff yet
I'll have to drink some more

and it's always when the floor
looks so familiar that my finger on the
trigger lingers longer.

they'll write a song about it probably
and I won't get the royalties
everyone is ******* me
it's a wonder
that I'm not with child.  

no one got no oil
suppose that's why
there are so many dipsticks
looking dry
and
no **** in town, there's
no one high
I
am on the beach
the sand eels crying for the rain
seagulls wanting chips
time slips under and like the
ships
I wonder
is the port
Madeira,

If I had a penny
for every memory.

Rich is what we make of it
as life is what we take from it

I think I need a break from it
shake myself awake from it
so
I think I'll think some more on it

time to make the coffee.

..and we're supposed to be grateful?

when we're earning a pittance
and paying our taxes.

dipsticks?
well
take your pick
there are so many
and there are too many managers
managing
it's damaging
like headless chickens
running blind
they're effin useless
and effin is me being kind.

poverty?
not quite but nearly
and they wonder why
we're all *******.

It's not even four
and that's not fair

yeah, yeah,
all's fair in love and
then
someone puts their oar in
shouts
how astoundingly boring

I say
stick around
it gets worse.

Tuesday could be better too
it could be three when work is through,
someone shouts
it's not even
four,

and I'm still thinking
that's not fair.

I've been waiting for a long time
waiting for the right time
but the right time is a long time
in a longer line of longing,

this could be right but correct me if I'm wrong
but didn't you wait for too long,
waiting for the right time,

passion in the meantime
never fades away

I understand how most people don't want to hear about
the nitty-gritty,
about how life was so ****** and
that offing myself was definitely on the cards

and that's fine by me
it doesn't change anything in my history
( and thanks to the itsabitloudboy)
you can find that under H
in the dictionary

jeez us,  please us with some sacred psalm
save us from self-harm and
pen up some wise words

this fell on the deaf ears
of someone who in advancing years
is probably senile,

never mind that load of krap
I'll keep what's mine
and bleed the rest to you.

Something you could rely on?
not sure
so you try one before you buy one
and decide it's not for you,

but there's nothing for me
nothing for free and nothing
to see here, move along.

What else could wrong?
if you wait long enough
something will,

well
it's Monday and
I could run away
but
putting my best foot forward
leaving my left foot offended
I start the day.

hey!
don't judge,
it's not easy at four thirty
and
not any easier at sixty

( just shaved a few years off because they irritate me )

It has all gone topsy-turvy
they steal from the poor
to give to the rich scurvy
rats

Up **** creek
that's where Shell and Esso should go
but we're already there,

everyone hates
the gas and electric
the rent and the rates

and all we can do about it
is add to the **** in the creek

and down in Westminster
where
they're guzzling their Cliquot
and gorging on canapes
someone says
should we help the less fortunate
and someone else flushes the toilet.

Tell me about the system
and
the secrets shared by a few men.

Because I was born on May 1st
but not in 1776 nor in Bavaria

Illuminati?
kiss my ****
he
says,

irreverent?
could be
but he doesn't worry
he's British.

the system bypasses the souls
who wears glasses, and
they never look in my direction,

they're looking for perfection
it wouldn't be found near me
on me or in me
so the system bypasses me too,

enlightened as my belt's being tightened
I know what it is to go hungry

and this is the age for that.

How much do we believe in the things that we believe in?

some find it easy to have a faith
some are filled with that thing called grace

but the belief of believing those things you believe in
can be somewhat deceiving,

an instance, because I think in instances and it's no coincidence,
that there have been many instances and in another example,
I become distanced

forgiveness?
I can be forgiven for believing in that
the same way as I forgive those fukin idiots
who believe the world is flat

Belief
what does it amount to?
who does it apply to
and what does it do
to those who do believe

I believe,
that come the end of it
when we put the final piece in place
we'll all come face to face
with those things that are true.

There are a lot of wide boys
on the South Side,

I put it down to their diets

I'm not going to lay here and lie to you
like some men might do

I'm going to look you in the eyes
and tell you
I love you.

Oh God,
it took me forever to get up
because I'd been taking something that was made up
by a Kitchen chemist in South Hackney

the word on the street was he's *******
with the molecule chains and he's doing
Fukin magic

So I moseyed on down there to see him
and I found him, he was
a busy bee and the ****** was buzzing

I asked him to add some more white in
to the mixture that he was concocting
I'm sure that he added Naproxen
because now I can't feel any pain.

Nothing's as good as the first time
not the second the third or the
four hundred and ninety-fifth time,
we're just kidding ourselves
killing ourselves
or
selling ourselves

terms and conditions apply.

The cops came around and they asked me
did I know of a chemist in Hackney
to them, I replied and
quite honestly,

Boots.

Sometimes
we sit together in silence
and in the silence much is said
and sometimes we rock to a rhythm
under the canopy of a four-poster bed

Once
when I woke up in a panic
She held me and stopped me from falling

if there's a reason for living then this is
that reason,

sometimes we sit together in silence
and in the silence
much is said.

Awake and worn out
wondering
am I what they call
an out-take?

I ache
she aches
we all ache,
it's no wonder that
hearts break,

on the plus side
I will come around
and feel much better,
but
at the moment
I'm just pulling myself together
and dressing light for the weather


because it's Friday and it's hot.

I was trying to plug in,
but I had a three pin
and the socket
was two.

You might think that was a euphemism
but I can only play the harmonium.

Electrical malfunction
adds to the attraction
when things go
bump in the night.

During the present strikes
we should all turn up

NO.
not our toes but to work

because we have to keep
the country afloat
even if we think that it has
already sunk.

but it's all true
until it's proved to you
that's it's not true
and
you'll still believe it's true
because that's what they told you

*** 'em
I wouldn't believe any of them
they
are not the gentlemen
we supposed they were.

Nothing is quite right about
the day that sheds its light
or
the night in a terrible mood,

it could be me
seeing things that are not there
Seeing her in all the shadows
that stand still in the afternoon air
or
it could be nothing
and nothing
could be everything
that everything could ever be,

the song comes on,

' I see trees of green '

and someones shouts
you're in a forest
that's why.

It is not the kiss of death we fear
any more than the truth
that it'll soon be here,

we escape into the backdraft
of an aircraft
blown along the runway
and like a runaway we are
always thinking  of home
and She,
wherever She may be
is where my heart is.

willing myself to get up
dragging my *** to the kitchen
and washing yesterday from the
coffee cup,
making a brew,
wondering
what the hell am I doing?

hey!
who knew in the dim and distant
that this, today, is what we would
call existence?

powering through the abstract
i try to make a contract with
the coming of the dawn
and
slipping from the darkness
feels as if I'm being born,

but I've seen this place before
albeit from afar
as if I was an extra in some
second rate
film noir.

He lays there
the blue burnt from his eyes there
and though the sun still shines there
his mind has moved on elsewhere.

She was hot
it was steamy,
let's strip off
did she mean me?

then I woke and
it was clear to me
this was a dream
and
never meant to be.


aw *******.

Trying to explain to myself
that the weekend is the time
to renew myself,
but I threw myself into it
as if there was no tomorrow,
but there was and now it's
Monday.

what is it all for
when you have to struggle and be seen to be struggling just to keep in the struggle
and most of us have been there
trying to catch our breath
wondering if death is the only way out

but we have risen beyond that constant stream
found dreams that we believe in
and they could be as simple as
breathing deeply and
letting things go.

so
what is it all for
and
what does it teach us?
that life's not a picnic
not a parade in the park,

I'm still in the dark
but the answer is somewhere
between catching my breath
and ******* in air,

just waiting to be found.

..and so
I wrote it out as poetry
the way
that she would love me...

He was so happy she
got rid of that ******
iPhone.

Nothing dropped off in the night
I checked myself in the mirror
and

nothing dropped off in the night

you may laugh
but at a certain age
one has to check
just to be sure.

I really did try
but it still came out
as Fryday
and probably because
it's already sizzling
out there

everything is slow
even the taps won't run
the water barely crawls out
this is not fun.

What about the next time and the time after the next time,
it's wearing thin like old Hubbard in the nursery rhyme,
and yet
only the dogs prosper throwing you the occasional bone

I'm going home
had my fill
going to choose
between the blue and red pill

or I'll end up choosing whiskey to wash me
clean,

upping sticks is one of those disappearing tricks
and I am famous for those,
moonlight flits,
yeah
them too.

too hot to argue and
and I'm too old to care.

Oh Jeez,
when you realise that Joseph and Mary
were just the new age, Adam and Eve.

someone must have whispered to God Almighty,
get rid of the original sin or Heaven will be empty
because we'll let nobody in.

Global warming is
doing my head in
ruining the bedding
as I sweat through
the nights

We all need to carry anti-venom
because some people are poison.

that could be the title but it's not
it's just one of the thoughts that rot my brain,
same again bartender,
alcohol's another.

you're ****** if you do and
****** if you don't
and some people won't
do either,
well
I'll do it for you and
lay down before you
because I adore you

that is probably love.

Wednesday and that's the way the cookie crumbles,

the young me rises gracefully
but he
falls out of bed
stumbles to the bathroom
mumbles something to the mirror
about how we'll never meet again,

the cookie crumbles that way too and
the young me never knew it.

Why on earth did we move from Pangea
what possessed us to leave and end up over here
and don't say tectonic plates.

dissatisfaction is at the heart of things
and every day we wake, we wake to see what the new day brings and it's usually more of the same old same

and the neighbours are sending out an S.O.S
no one takes any notice
it's just the Same Old Same

she's at the pinnacle
the ice maiden miracle
I wait below for the melt.