Grrrrr aaaaann aagh aaaaahh naah,
Aaaang n' aghhh ahh grrrr aaaagh naaah,
Grrrrrr aaagh aan naaaaang aaggh!

Man it's a lot of ****,
Analysing, brain frying,
Patronising, always trying,
They disguising, people dying,
Thrown in head first,
Shown how to make it worse,
Suppressed till you gonna burst,
Can't express except through verse.
Powerful men, we can't stop them,
They fight the problem with the problem,
We just ignore it, say '**** it, sod them',
Told what is yours, what you need,
Told off if you don't pay to feed,
Can't find some land, plant some seeds,
Cause its all owned by some man's greed,
I'm still happy, roof above me, food in my belly,
But I can see its all just money,
I just want a garden and a stream,
One day I'll live my own dream. (2/3/2018)

WHEN THE MERDE HITS THE FAN

Our Sat. Nav's French
is eh...how you say

TRÈS TRÈS
. . .MERDE!

She transforms
Châteauroux into Chatterbox/

She morphs Le Harve>>>
into Le Have Her!

We can only laugh en français!

Streets with longer wording
become simply a slur

of wild guesses. More merde!

Here we be
on the road to Rouen.

Miss Sat. Nav. tells us it's the road
to ruin.

Aghhh...Paris pops up
Who put Paris there!

Even more merde!


We begun to distrust
Miss Sat. Nav.

She sulks for miles.


Insane we are
in the Seine.

Now we drive up
the Loire river.

Straight5 up the middle
with our high-lighted route

jockey along side us
in purple

like a riderless horse
winning the Grand National.

We cast her into
the back seat

make the ferry
( no thanks to her)


....ju....ju...just!

I'm going to meet the Australian I had drinks with on Friday right now.
I haven't felt these kind of butterflies in a good year or so.
Wish me luck.
Aghhh.

NOIR-KU! ONE

ashamed of what it was
going to do
my shadow merged into the dark

the sudden light
my shadow
jumping out of my shoes

my shadow leaving
me to my fate
a traitor to the self it served

'CLICK!" said the switch
'LIGHT!" said the light
"Aghhh!!!" I said

I was surprised to be
still me
the bullet journeying through my flesh

I could hear it
thump
into the wainscot behind me

my shadow lay
unconscious on the floor
"Come 'ere!" I swore at it

"We gotta get outa 'ere!"
my shadow pulled our self
up off the floor

my shadow
dragging
my feet

it takes a bullet
passing through ya
to make ya...feel..a...live

I had never felt
more alive in all my natural
I wanted it to stay that way

so...it was
corny as it may seem
the Butler done it

"drIPdrIPdrIP!" the blood screamed
"Ahhhh...shaddup!"
I snapped at it

well well well
Jane Butler was back in town
that would explain a lot of things

"Jane Butler!"
"Jane Butler...Jane Butler!"
"Jane...******...Butler!"

"Well!"
"What..."
"...do ya know!"

a pack of shadows
feeding on
the sole surviving scrap of light
**

NOIR-KU TWO

the headlights hurry ahead
as if making up the road
for the fleeing car

the body in the back
shifted from side to side
let out a groan at each turn

"Ah come on!" she smiled
"...only a flesh wound...lost a lot of blood"
"Ughhh...agggh" said the body

"Look brother...if I wanted you
dead
I would have killed you!"

the world rushed by
everything moving
quickly into the past

"I wanted you alive
so that you could really know
I was going to ****** you!"

her voice was calm
her crimson pout
barely holding back the bitterness

"Jail was no laugh!"
she laughed
her voice like broken glass

"So, you thought you'd leave
the little lady in the lurch
...did you!"

consciousness kept
dipping in and out of my reality
she dipped her lights

the car sped on
throwing the road
over its shoulder

a cop car
approached us
disappeared into the night

somewhere her voice
was talking
her words were like ghosts

"Oh I want you babeeee
to die nice and slow
. . .& know!"

"I call it due process
I want you to see your life
slipping slowly away from you!"

trees lurched after the car
trying to grasp...gasp
I was going to die

the car screeched
to a halt
she looks in mirror...applies makeup

somehow she managed
to get me into the driver's seat
"Boy..." she laughed ". . .your a dead weight!"

"Here babeee...have a last drink!"
she poured the whole bottle
all over me

"Hey...hey..."
I stupidly thought
"That's my favourite ***!"

she let off the handbrake
the car almost tip toed
to the edge of the precipice

the car tottered a bit
unsure of whether
it should take the plunge

finally the car
made up its mind
went for it

"Enjoy your drive
...to hell!" she smirked
lighting another cigarette

"Bye bye bâtard!"
she smiled
using the French

the car tumbling like a toy
then the explosion
lightning up the horizon

she redid her lipstick
"*******!" she cursed
"I got a ladder in my new tights!"

WHEN THE MERDE HITS THE FAN

Our Sat. Nav's French
is eh...how you say

TRÈS TRÈS
. . .MERDE!

She transforms
Châteauroux into Chatterbox.

She morphs Le Harve>>>
into Le Have Her!

We can only laugh en français!

Streets with longer wording
become simply a slur

of wild guesses. More merde!

Here we be
on the road to Rouen.

Miss Sat. Nav. tells us it's the road
to ruin.

Aghhh...Paris pops up
Who put Paris there!

Even more merde!

We begun to distrust
Miss Sat. Nav.

She sulks for miles.

Insane we are
in the Seine.

Now we drive up
the Loire river.

Straight5 up the middle
with our high-lighted route

jockey along side us
in purple

like a riderless horse
winning the Grand National.

We cast her into
the back seat

make the ferry
( no thanks to her)

....ju....ju...just!

NOIR-KU! ONE

ashamed of what it was
going to do
my shadow merged into the dark

the sudden light
my shadow
jumping out of my shoes

my shadow leaving
me to my fate
a traitor to the self it served

'CLICK!" said the switch
'LIGHT!" said the light
"Aghhh!!!" I said

I was surprised to be
still me
the bullet journeying through my flesh

I could hear it
thump
into the wainscot behind me

my shadow lay
unconscious on the floor
"Come 'ere!" I swore at it

"We gotta get outa 'ere!"
my shadow pulled our self
up off the floor

my shadow
dragging
my feet

it takes a bullet
passing through ya
to make ya...feel..a...live

I had never felt
more alive in all my natural
I wanted it to stay that way

so...it was
corny as it may seem
the Butler done it

"drIPdrIPdrIP!" the blood screamed
"Ahhhh...shaddup!"
I snapped at it

well well well
Jane Butler was back in town
that would explain a lot of things

"Jane Butler!"
"Jane Butler...Jane Butler!"
"Jane...******...Butler!"

"Well!"
"What..."
"...do ya know!"

a pack of shadows
feeding on
the sole surviving scrap of light
**

NOIR-KU TWO

the headlights hurry ahead
as if making up the road
for the fleeing car

the body in the back
shifted from side to side
let out a groan at each turn

"Ah come on!" she smiled
"...only a flesh wound...lost a lot of blood"
"Ughhh...agggh" said the body

"Look brother...if I wanted you
dead
I would have killed you!"

the world rushed by
everything moving
quickly into the past

"I wanted you alive
so that you could really know
I was going to ****** you!"

her voice was calm
her crimson pout
barely holding back the bitterness

"Jail was no laugh!"
she laughed
her voice like broken glass

"So, you thought you'd leave
the little lady in the lurch
...did you!"

consciousness kept
dipping in and out of my reality
she dipped her lights

the car sped on
throwing the road
over its shoulder

a cop car
approached us
disappeared into the night

somewhere her voice
was talking
her words were like ghosts

"Oh I want you babeeee
to die nice and slow
. . .& know!"

"I call it due process
I want you to see your life
slipping slowly away from you!"

trees lurched after the car
trying to grasp...gasp
I was going to die

the car screeched
to a halt
she looks in mirror...applies makeup

somehow she managed
to get me into the driver's seat
"Boy..." she laughed ". . .your a dead weight!"

"Here babeee...have a last drink!"
she poured the whole bottle
all over me

"Hey...hey..."
I stupidly thought
"That's my favourite ***!"

she let off the handbrake
the car almost tip toed
to the edge of the precipice

the car tottered a bit
unsure of whether
it should take the plunge

finally the car
made up its mind
went for it

"Enjoy your drive
...to hell!" she smirked
lighting another cigarette

"Bye bye bâtard!"
she smiled
using the French

the car tumbling like a toy
then the explosion
lightning up the horizon

she redid her lipstick
"*******!" she cursed
"I got a ladder in my new tights!"

THE VOICE OF ENERGY - In memory of Florian Schneider

"The people who understand music understand silence."
                                 David Hockney


1975 or thereabouts and
my father is infected with

Radio-Aktivität
I lost in it

Kraftwerk's latest
offering.

It emerges from its inner
white sleeve

with a slight shhhhhh
tuck

shucking off its black
'Deutscher Kleinempfänger' cover.

Alien as anything
we have heard

straight from
Kling Klang studios.

Enjoying the fun
of its hyphenated pun.

Fizzing with radioactive decay
conflated with radio communication.

The album spinning
a black pool of sound

mesmerising the mind
as the needle picked up fluff

advancing from track
to track

finally arriving at
"Ohm Sweet Ohm."

"Dónall son...what on earth
is that!"  my father winces.

The da da dit bit
eating into my father's brain

spelling out its name
in Morse of course.

"Aghhh I can't stand it!"
he blurts out.

"Sorry Da!" I say.
Turn it off 'til he goes away.

But a mere day later he
hums as he saws

wood to make
a window.

"Radio-Aktivität
Fur dich und mich in All entsteht!"

Contaminated with it now
he even sings the Morse Code bit.

"Radio -Aktivität
Strahlt Wellen zum Empfangsgerat

COM'ON BABY DO THE LOCOMOTION

mmmmm so
**** erectus
I'll give it go

this walking lark
should be a... hmmm
piece of cake

I guess it's just
a hurtle from
the hips and hope

the legs
catch on
catch up

with the rest
of me ahhhh aghhh
no...not...that...easy

***** sliding
down to the knees
then **** the ankles

sure I would have
got it but
for that

the mother creature
seems amused always sings
"ooops there goes gravity!"

forget perambulation
I think I'll stick
to crawling

a breast full of milk
sleep for four hours
then I'm up for anything

oh how I wish
I could say
the things I think

ok let's
have a go
at talking

sure I can get
my tongue around
a bilabial such as “m”

stick it on to
a low vowel “a”
and hey I'm talking

"Ma..ma...mamama!"
yup seems to be working
picked up...kisses

that's it
think I'll
concentrate on word making

I wise baby
**** sapiens it is
then