I've got pots out my back door, pots and pots and pots and some of *** out my back door, I smoke a lot of *** out my back door, smoke *** and putt into pots out my back door, can be such a cluts smoking *** breaking pots putting into pots out my back door, pots on pots on pots, lots of thoughts out my back door. Thoughts of a lot more pots to putt and grow *** out my back door. I live in a flat six floors up with no balcony,      out my back door.

Rise,
be not ready
for the horizon,
regretful men
die on.

Stand, and don't
fear future
endevours, sirs.
Revel in rest,
come again,
test the waters.

Again
and again.

No brolly
and all that keeps coming
is the rain
standing on the tracks
and begging for the train

life and love has failed
to render my heart
started
to hell with
the dear departed

Sunk and missing

On an alcoholics mission

To get dry and stay oot the sky

For the time being, just being

To see tomorrow, and the day after that

And the one after that as well

One more day on earth is one less in hell

Swap pints of straight ***** for a kettle

Heavy metal for Elvis

Long walks in the park

Instead of the pub shaking my pelvis

Here's to eating vegtables, and being boring

Pausing the tele

And looking out the window when its snowing

What a mission.

i
I wish to disappear
like the death of a town.




ii

Let me step in
your colourful garden
I will not harm them
try to blend
like a friend

Be part of some picturesque
perfect chosen moment--
The light plucked out stolen
your roses stiff and frozen

Tulips die by the dosen
without the touching
of a petal
a crumbling reverie
In spreading darkness

Tones drone out
a broke, worn
poisoned chest
flowers inhaling to death

You see
do you see
there is nothing left...

At this time
I cannot lift head
off pillow
eyes
don't budge

Bed crutch
In love
out
loud
In dreams

The peace
I find
It seems

.
In
dreams.

bought her water
and chocolate
little ritual

wrote initials
and love hearts
in old school jotters

her mother taught her
truck on forward farthest
a companion in a tardis

chasing star dust
as a star.

Mental illness can sometimes
be making up stuff that isn't there
which really makes it actually there.

It's all very confusing
really like brain contusions
doing rapid locomotion during snoring
The sun totally toasting the sky
While the rain is pink and pouring

It's anything but boring
And as the years pass
Its like your lifes been stolen
The camels back worn and broken
There is never any rest

mental illness
is infinity in your head.

Sugar lump
frozen quenchy cup -
****
to the sizzling music
participate in love

Like a dove
pass some of my poems by
and leave the saddest nights
bookmarked
a sudden thirst after dark

Stark in contrast
basking in a shade of blue
pail of ice and floating
*****
trounced by a forgotten you

Sun sea Ice tea Sun tzu
burnt feet ice cream swim suit
gull coral snorkel frisbee
Red skin fish fin Chomsky

Ranina ranina René Decartes
Limpet kite taffy shark
Kayak dock jet ski sand
Bikini boardwalk Ayn Rand

Scuba castle Immanual Kant
Pier paddle sandals clam
Dunes barnicles pelican mussels
Tide pool towel Bertrand Russell

Harpooned a droonin’ raccoon
Couldnae huv ‘im talkin’
ae paced away fae ma hoose
Gawked me oot ma wheelchair joggin’

Bolted efter ‘im doon the lake
Chased that snake stalking
ae tried tae make like steak
Sizzling along nae-longer walkin’

Caught up wae ‘im et boulders cabin
Stitch stopped the grass in ‘is tracks
Promisin’ ae wullnae go gabbin’
Dinnae I know that fur a fact

Flexed a boot aff raccoon chist
Ae splashed in the wat’r pantin’
Harpoon - trigger, flick o’ the wrist
The meat was ******' outstandin'.

On my way
To face my problems
Took the stairs
But couldn't fit
Through the hatch.
Rode that rollercoaster
All the way. The only shortcut.
Landing in front of
A very well informed
Know it all man, and
Passed the new guy on the up
Sharing no hard feelings
And there I was
upright, bold, prepared...
But like I said
I couldn't fit through
the hatch.

Missed the bus
Inflamed hip
Council flat
Tired of it
Tired

My uncle
Half mongrel
Half other breed
Left centred
Squatters rights
The Addams  pack
Practicing violent fights

Animals cruel
Rabbits steal
knifes stainless steel
Wednesday run down
Punctured her head
Like a cantaloupe
Gone
Catching air like an antelope  
hope will demand
Alarms on her arms
An arms deal
Needs a stronger hand

Mimes a new language
He's coming
Tell him
Visualise prison bars
She reigns in Spain
Running
I wouldn't say she's hope empty

Make a list
Don't get ******
You're doing a rat of a job
A cat
Wouldn't pay a dog for
Report will contain details
Will break his teeth
Backing up lips and tongue
Mums only son
Born one
And a half
A nursery kingpin
Pet giraffe

Morning.

A shangri-la soaking
Warm climate fat rain in the bath
A mystical
soon to be revealed pebble path

Sun crashing through the clouds
beating on bubbles

Bubbles rippling skywards
creating secret constellations
That glisten in the sea

A new power shower
with some steaming hot water
has sprung a poem
out of me.

This October day of corpulent rain
rain that ran lively down cracks of sill
Into a draft filled damp frame
ill-lit room potted in arbitrary holes
floorboards ripped up worn as old flames.

The crevis in the corner
for a stink and stained mattress
stuck with pins to soften the pain
The coroner mapped his route.

Like a loaf loaded
with yet to bleeding blossom
lorazepam all fifty milligram
this what happens when you sack sam

Sick fan sycophant tell a man he can't
land a grand piano from a roof top
a belly flop on four legs makes sense
If not got a ***** top on the old mop

Intense chatter in the earlobe
oil dope in the fancy trench coat
take paper please simply note there's no hope
slick as slippery soap we got no back

This plane ten eleven years hijacked
a long way to find some actual senses
hit the train track practice bench pressing
Impact of the last note worth knowing

Easy bowling down loners alley
Instant as all striked out.

Me and the dog twist and jostle
a colossal cotton squawking parrot
grunt talking this is mine swine
a ****** beast at times

knees grazing, scrapping holding ground
grip slipping summon Ali-Liston thinking
win and pulverise kept creature
revel in doggy defeat

dead heat nobody gives
until the yellow slit beak does first
savvy ears hear the rip and like a tearing bear
jolts back, up, down, with owning grip and growl

Fool - hound mastered the ****
engorges full breast, rings the threaded neck
deadens its fighting squeak
amateur clings to the silly beak

Bird majority in mangy jaws
the war of parrot pull well and truly his
stopped still. in stare his eyes enlarge and glare
left-overs drop from sloppy gob -
dumb dog wants the beak.

Pam wear me welterweight
beached in butterfly arms
Bright huts twinkle blighty eyes
a disguise.

Faces flair
wished elsewhere
sick cluedo:
Plath
In bath
with turned on toaster
Roller coaster

on slick rails of sleepy lids
down a doused mouth
crooked in upward bend
the baby rattles rattle
rattled in the end
powder descending hills
Till I gobble the goblet further

stump to a tower of transient treats
toss bosses in storms
called Paulie
and shake shake my box in Jest

Pam makkah in hajj
Hell o' a love
I got the bug.

The colour shade invading my eyes
a complex never again red
a towel tightly gripped and rung out
claims the space my dehydrated brain
once stood all dopamine-serotoniny
bright lights and last nights boogie
does not hope for a better ending
I make it look seaside easy
I take it harder than most.

A rabid ******

with a fix from hell

tumbled into sleep

then death she fell



In her head it was hopeless

her heart a broken harp

arm an open wound

her life tragic art



Poisonous mush was relieving

better than so called love

pin ****** kept her breathing

the past weighed too much



On such a day I feel sorry

she never stood a chance

addiction was the corollary

of the waltz she had to dance