Seems like
The best response
These days
To any question
Asked
Beyond the comedic
Haze.

To Big Ben
This gaff is not right
Without you
In it.

Hey dicksweat
You the one
What
Done
Do it

An ounce of fat
Why
Would you want to
Extracate that?
I don't believe
It would balance
The facts
Of what
I done wrong
Unless
Of course
It's trauma
Mitigated
From me to you
It's a two way
Switch station
**** thrown
And rubbed
In the foul
Confrontation
When back at home
There was
The harsh
Revelation
All we are
Is the touch
That we have
Best
Grab the bleach
And get in the bath.

Eleven years ago
Tonight
As the early
Autumn evening sky
Had just begun
To dim the light
You ceased to be
With my hand in yours
Shouting your name
With no response
Then those angels
Gently laid you back
Speaking sweetly
As you went
A thin rivulet
Of crimson
The sign
That you were spent
So I'll think of you often
And I'll send love with this
On September the 19th
About a quarter past six.

Pass us the ketchup there ****!

The great God number
Is unfolding
In both
Time
And space
Just in time
For the changing
Of the human race

The Cromlech
Of Le Menac
At Carnac
Curves
And points
To where
We have been
Away from the merging
And the future
Serene.