Nina Simone, occupying ears singing about bed and dressers.
Sparsely populated
young couple
Interrupted by saying amusements.
Only two stops
I know where to get off

I knew to mind the gap
I'm a responsible citizen
Voter with a valid railcard
Only two stops
Purchased a ticket
Only two stops
I can not throw up in that time

I can not clear my system of over-priced beer
A niche in the market
Exploited in the name of money Making let's just raise them
let's charge extortionate rates for an autoimmune disease

Paying to support a normal drinking culture embedded into the narrative
Growing by in the western world Listening to Nina Simone
Only one stop now you'd never know what life would be like

Without loud pop charts entertaining a few leaving the others yearning the return of ABBA when times were simpler and people cared about Eurovision and illegal music was your own

“Tickets please”
He seems awfully jolly for a late night ****-shift on Arriva Trains Wales
Who's making him work and why's he So ******* happy about it
Real extra effort! Soul sapping in my opinion
Last stop gotta get off.

my 2nd first kiss was in a romford nightclub dancing
the **** out of tool's stinkfist... don't really know where
the trauma came from, maybe from my real 1st
kiss being aged 4... what was that club's name
though?! rm1? no, it wasn't rm1, is was near rm1... it
had a tutankhamun logo... rm1? i was a club, really...
i was living in gants hill beehive lane and we used to go
there to drink beer, underage as usual... well:
it only me and samuel, and after the club we'd walk down
bus route 86 and sing backstreet boys
song... like ******* our rockers we were...
        less spectacular than stories from first world war trenches:
d'uh...
i can't memory is the best cinema i ever went into...
  they call me mad because they're living out ****** lives...
can help you there: see a psychiatrist? hmm?
i saw 2 or three and i was wondering:
when will you acknowledge that the 2nd
world war isn't a mental illness,
or speaking to relatives that have experienced
it? when will you just: ******* with
  history being a mental disorder?
      like the ****** additions of west germany?
that's "fake" too?
         i mean: who the **** invented
these people? are they needed? are they even
doctors?
          burroughs bukowski and brautigan
would say: don't trust them, they're cuckoo
equivalent of planting their eggs (egos) into
pigeon nests and you being responsible for raising
up even bigger ****-ups than they are...
and if they say that they haven't read anything by
    de sade... i wouldn't trust them...
  not all of doctors adhere to the hippocratic motto...
erm... harold shipman?
to be honest though, i am a supporter of
euthanasia... some also care to call it a case for
dignity.
    ex mort ut amor...
                         some people don't understand love,
i'm just bewildered by life...
          maybe that's why i love leading
toward the standard of: allowing people to live
their lives out?
but indeed it was, my 2nd 1st kiss,
in a shady club... and i remember
the shamanic dance in accordance to tool's
stinkfist... i say my 2nd 1st kiss...
   it was with my acquired tongue,
and i walked home bemused... or rather shell-shocked
as if i were experiencing artillery in belgium...
her mother was there also...
          and then the memory gap convened to
tell me: you remember yopur neighbours living
above your grandparents, and how the man
****** his sister... or something along the lines?
ah, the labours of love...
  whatever that kind love is(,) that prescribes such
a loathing to continue life per se;
                      had there ever been a superiority
complex about to be expressed... it wouldn't be this...
  the part where they mentioned this "objective"
biodiversity was the time to check, whether
there was a superiority complex...
               i feel no less, or more discussing darwinism,
but as it is directed toward populist exploitation
akin to a religious dogma...
     i'm thinking... back off... seriously: back off...
don't touch that ****...
                                              it has basically become too pop
to argue the points... the last time atheists convered
en masse communism appeared...
                  even though from what i heard, under communism,
there was a complete spectrum of sports,
it wasn't just football... football... football...
                         you have an olympic interest in sports...
real "biodiversity"... which is what ****** me off about
the darwinistic argument in england...
                  how about an equal representation of sports?
no? not going to happen?
                so why would i need that argument
in my head?        the time-scale if off the radar...
   oh look... a palindrome...
                      i really don't know why or how i should
conceptualise both the big bang, dinosaurs,
the meteor that killed the dinosaurs and the ****
sapiens with origin in monkey via the extinction
of the neanderthal...  
          or what we called wiping out the entire history
leading up to this point...
                   i'm going to stick to this corner where
i remember my grandfather (who's still alive)
and leave you to the break-up of the nucleus known
as family...
                 or whathever it's called these days
                       in the **** i.v.f. **** relationship;
well, even prostitution had to evolve, i guess;
**** me... you can ask for a service that lasts an hour
and you pay the minimum of 110 quid... so what's 9 months
worth? it's a pretty name though, isn't it? surrogate mothers, eh?

It starts with a sensation of feeling it can't be real
This pain, this reality it all seems so fake
Living in turmoil yet being awake
We've created a fictional story for what we see
Lies have become "real" the virtual stains reality
Yet we are living in the creative dump
Hilary Clinton and Donald trump
Opportunists in this world of lies
The poet cries
But truth is hated more than the lies we perceive
and believe cause their sugar makes the medicine go down
No need to frown, because life is just for individuals like you
We all different but not one of us has a clue
Of what's going on
Corporations rule the media so what's wrong?
Censorship breaks even the strongest of minds
Leaves us cold but does anyone mind?
They feed us primal fears
While we our fed TV box sets of lives we want to lead
While soldiers bleed in wars we keep fighting
Just because of oil sightings
It's all bit pointless as the golden age of austerity kicks in
And the rich become fat eating the poor
and misery is a acquaintance who is in your house though you didn't answer the door
It's all normal check your email and censor your political correctness
It's all ******* tell yourself it won't mean a thing
Your King or queen of nothing
and there is no God heaven was a bluff
It's not real it's tough
Because we could have made it heaven on earth
But fantasy was more beguiling
As we watch game of thrones we are smiling.

A pastel blue backdrop
behind three glass frames
not a cloud in the sky
not a plane flying by

Yet I cannot learn to love
the sky without the trails
smoky puffs of vapour
line a day with uncertainty

For a blue sky is bland
without the odd trace
of imperfection, even
birds in formation become
the aforementioned.

"I can't stand to sing
the same song the same way
two nights in succession"
Routine it seems is its
own imperfection.

Give me a grey sky in June
And thunder in peace
A stark croaking crow
Can be sheer bliss

All things aligned,
Excitements amiss
For the brain needs
A puzzle, a challenge...

Confrontation, **** your
Hollywood films and
Normalisation, your
predictable habits

And false gestation;

Astro-Turf fields
And palm tree islands,
Man-made beaches
And glacier skylines

Synthetic audio
and bastardisation
of the arts, your
contempt for nature

Shall be your Achilles
for the world we live in,
the forests and canopy's
are the very providers

Of human abilities,
rid us of them and face
extinction, this is the
nature of colonisation.

The earth which houses us
is not formulaic, It's a collision
of astronomic proportions
every detail as vital as another

Mankind can be primal, Oedipal
and graceless, but respecting your
home is not an optional gift, for
we cannot survive as a species adrift.

don't worry, american urbanity is most popular in the european hinterland of the countryside... european cosmopolitanism is a separate breed of "nationalism" that hasn't, quiet, arrived in america... but let me assure you, american urbanity is assured in educating the english peasant... but i'm afraid that english cosmopolitanism isn't quiet translated into crafting a new york... sorry.

it's one of three things,
  making **** noises via my mouth,
listening to *stone temple pilots'
song art school girlfriend,
there's a real point worth making....
but the ***** is never around,
hopefully settled down..
so i fiddle with my bearad
pretending it's skin...
                       then i tune into
masquerades...
                            i find that
people leave me claustrophobic....
                it's this Alabama glue..
**** it, scripture of a picture willl
be proof...
                      i really had a handiman
fix my windows today,
and he really did leave his
drills-heads on my bed.
metropolitan gay-***** worth
syringe snigger and the availability
of lampooning
        rubbing it tight against the
wishy-washy,
      when gay was fun...
risqué!
                      contraband,
the sort of exfoliation of the unusual...
now?
          mundane with only
the prospects of marriage...
even the gays abhor the normalisation
of gaydom...
                       it's too frivolous...
          past the gentlemanly sincerity of
up-keeping tact.
                 if only the affairs of men
remained among men, exclusively,
i would have actually been tempted
to endorse and engage with...
        but i find myself disengaged in
such matters, as they are no longer taboo..
why profane oneself when there's no
thrill of transgression?
                             might as well call it
swallowing an oyster and calling it
chicken roulade...
              but that's just me sniffing up
a **** worthwhile of donning silk,
and photographing some screws.

perhaps i "feel" this more than i "think" it,
but, however i observe this
phenomenon - i can't but "feel-think"
(intuitively) of it, other than with
the take-over of biology-ism of history,
genesis: darwinism -
   exodus: genetics -
to me, all this ostrich posturing and
flamboyance of hyper-ventilating of
said opinions, is nothing more,
than a historical cul de sac of a false
zenith, a false ideogram -
the ideogram of ape-to-man...
   man has achieved a surrogate
complexity of expansion,
  but has truly, truly, dumbed down
the narrative...
in that there's a perpetuation of false-assertive
awe...
   oh god, + the normalisation of
mental disorders...
   frankly, from what i'v seen?
english schizophrenics aren't even aware
of a "la la land"...
we're not even talking about
telly-tubby impostors for the n.h.s.
mental health staff,
oh yeah, i infiltrated this area,
i played a schizophrenic deceptively,
"la la land" is a real concept
in the minds of n.h.s. nurses in
the psychiatric division...
**** me, you're ****** once you enter
their system of: pass the chalk,
scribble some **** on a non-existent blackboard...
no wonder the younglings are
****** over...
        it's common, and it makes me think:
so, those, in the medical profession
are ******* out of these mental
patients? and they're also supporting
charity mile marathons for cancer sufferers?
how about we mix it up a little:
and take the **** out of the cancer patients
chanting: should have walked straight,
should have walked straight, like lobsters!
straight! straight! straight!
ya cursed, for strutting sideways!
now... point me in the direction of
this supposed "la la land"; hmm?!
blood's boiling, and i've only just begun
my anathema!