Is it an itch
Or an urge?
A ballad
Or
A dirge?
Or a chance
For you
To purge
Your bowels?

When your buddy
Sets up
An elaborate joke
With an international
Recording artiste
Done with skill
Thats completely
Bespoke
Then the only way
To view it
Is from the status of love
Because that's the way
He was thinking of.

When you cough
And you feel
Your vertebrae
Crumble
Maybe it's time to get
A little bit humble
When your skelington
Creeks and refuses your claim
It might be time
To live a life of the brain.

What do I owe you?
Have you kept track?
Deferred from what You owe me
Its in the ledger at the back
But that won't be much
the borrowing was one way
You were the lender
Far from predatory
I'd say
The interest
You levied
Accrued
Not collected
My returns
To you
About
What you expected.

Sit where you are
That seems about right
Don't move too much
Don't step into the light
We don't like that
When you seek Beyond fear
The point of us being just about here.

The burn in what we call muscle
The pull of everyday bustle
How we get the **** out of here
Circle  back to what we become.

Wence when you made me move there
When I would not
All of a sudden
The argument is current
Past sentiment is not
Why would you not love me
Despite what I said I'd be
It makes sense to
Your mother
Intafrasticly
Told you'd
What
I'd be.

We could sometimes see the Sun
Just before it rise
We would simply have to possess
The right kind of eyes
The ones that see round corners
Or over great bends
And capture past and future
As the universe expands
To the point
When it won't matter
The acuity of our sight
As everything moves so far apart
We'll never see the light
So to us
Creation will seem over
Long before
Darkness replete
When even
Venus is beyond our scope
Our loneliness complete
But of course that will not happen
The earth won't last that long
As our Sun Expands and swallows us
Muting our last song.

After eights
Are just
Soylent Greens
That's
Gone off.

We couldn't see atoms
In any kind of visual way
Till about thirty years back
And before that they did say
You'll never be able to see em
Not enough luminosity they display
Once you zoom in that far enough
The photons *******
So way hey hey

But they didn't reckon on
The sensitivity of advancement
And now
The image forms
With a radiological shift
They all look like golf *****
On Gods sacred pitch.

These statues if they were not cracked or chipped
Would seem to be recent finished
Not long passed
Just a bit
Like the final polish
Applied only minutes past
Glowed under lamplight
As shadows cast
Toward the doors
Of the inner sanctum
Which then are sealed
Against the millennium
And then another
Yet two more
Sat still in darkness
Gathering stour
After sands had shifted
And shifted back
Monied raiders
Gave the seal a crack
Now they stare over your head in the great museums
Disgusted that the proles can see them.

Cologne Essen and Dresden
Felt the whip of the whirlwind
In what was cast as
The thousand bomber raid
Though the numbers
Somewhat fudged
Still demonstrable
Terrible
Technological death
As the Blitz
And Coventry
Rolled back on their necks.

Saw an ad in the personal colounm
Looking for someone to meet and immediately ******
Have *** with your corpse and then eat you.
Thinking about giving it a go.

Been watching
These yankie police bodycam vids
Yeah i know
Thats some low hanging ****
Both funny and depressing as ****
***** and drugs are involved
Every time that you look
At this classic behavioural sink
At first you assume
That their attitudes just stink
But then you realise
When in this state
It allows one to access
The Demons Of Hate
They live just outside the blood brain barrier
Once a level is breached
They attack like a harrier
It's that dimension
A Planck length
Off of your skin
The horrors of the Cosmos
Drew deadly in
Then released in our world
In repetitive spite
But they don't stay long
Steals a lot of energy
Leaving their host
Aghast and incredulous
Like post nut clarity
They often poignancy invoke
One mumbled
"I'm a cancer researcher,that's why I smoke".

Slayer
Out the big four wallet
That's the one I am missing
At the time that was ok
Through the thrash metal *******
Megadeth just once
At Donnington
The kings Metallica
There in 87
Then 91
And then Black Album
And Anthrax of course
The New York pranksters
Saw em twice
In two very different circumstances
Like the metal lickers in 87
On just before em
Then the next year
In my home town
With so little decorum
The ******
In the pool
At the Royal Court
Some ******* broke
Into their bus
With only one thought
To rob guitars
And though they showed little fuss
You could tell they were ******
They played less than an hour
And they haven't been back since.

Just made a big whacky lasagne
Had bacon and chopped roasties
But no onion
Neither mushroom
Nor basil
But I had the the right cheese
Squashed the garlic I had
Seeped through the mozzadool
******* tasty stuff
Had me down on my knees.

Been digging through CDs this evening
Might sound like the vynl version
Of me dad
But that would not belong
Because he didn't
View music like that
Been grabbing random
With all due abandon
First Johnny Corndog
The giant Sand
Then Black Sunday
Cypresshillian  demand
Scot Lavenne
The Dust Junkies
The Beatles
And then the
Realest Of People
That makes
oasis redundant
Which turned into
Cohen.

It went so quick
From bladder to boot
Like a Haitian
Visited in the night
By the Ton Ton Macoute
That was stark fear
Knowing that this was the end
No compassion here
Just torturous ruin my friend
Some say with a straight face
Hilarity
Does the same thing
Poetic license
Served by fools
Is one hell
Of a thing.

Give me a well honed
Katana
And I'll walk any street
Straight into
Well deserved defeat.

I remember love but not how it feels
like deoiled orange peel
Dry rigid and shrunk
Just starting to think of that
Makes me want to get drunk
But I'm haf ****** already
So that's that debunked.

How many cats
Do you think
You could fight?
If a host came at you
Out of the night

Your not allowed a weapon
It's fist versus claw
So there is no deception
Under  cat law

Don't worry bout animal cruelty
The god's agree
You're above opprobrium
You cannot flee

You've started so you'll Finish
You must go on to the death
No matter the toll
On your corporeal health

You must be stripped to the waist
No belt
No shoes
Interspecies fight club
Except you can spread the news
Of the licks that you took and the numbers you slew
From the  plié of dead moggies
Down that you threw

That's if you survive
The feline Blitzkrieg
For they could easily end you
And they will not grieve .

It like going to that new David and Goliath movie
And them wanting you
To be shocked at the result
Some entertainment
Shows right in front
Well it doesent show you
But you come preinformed
The curse of the biopic
No story forestalled
Especially if your a fan you tut your way through
You know they didn't do it that way
You wonder why they don't sue
Or at least their estates
Jealous guardians of legacy
Or money grubbing shysters
Rolling round in ignominy
Just look what the *******
Have done to the work's of Tolkien.

There's a map of heaven
You can download
Off of the internet
All the major religions
Have got one
Well them that have
An afterlife
And the lads in the Taliban
Have got to have theirs on parchment
You can do a VR tour
If your feeling that confident
Apparently the Hereafter
Plays out like a video game
Generating then deleting all That remains
And the memories too so you never get bored
as you bliss through eternity feeling adored.

But it's just a demo,you know.

I used to buy my Herbert
Off of
Tommy Steveo
A formidable
Sharp streetwise old hippy
Didn't take any or give no *****
But he wouldn't stiff you or take no ****
A beautiful brash soul
Always driven by reason
He had a memory
I could barely believe
Knew facts of which I could not conceive
From every match
That the reds ever played
Answer never delayed
Instantly dragged out into the smoke
He saw Buddy Holly at the Philharmonic
He had a light for a young McCartneys Chronic
And he had the best ****.

Round the corner from
McCartneys home
High as six kites
Me and tony did  gloam
From gobshite the clown
On what seemed a wind up
Stevie had just wound up
Took several calls back to make sure the truth
A young man had just ripped himself out by the root
Played Sunday league the next day
For the wrong team
And then later headed to Anfield
For the game
Gainst the Mancs
Which we won
Two nil
The funny thing
Stevie
Worked in the box office
There was six empty seats
All round about us.

Imagine the stock
You come from
Your brother
Your sister
Your father
Your mum
The pool of the soup
The essence of bread
The things you decided
Went on in your head
To have a brother
So close to your age
Is a blessing
According to
Mr Farnsworth.

I saw a vid of Dave Grohl
Out of Nirvana
Talking about his first meeting with Lemmy
The man was his idol
He was sat at the bar of a festival they was both playing
Years after Kurt died
Grohl was nervous of course
Didn't want to **** up
Finally plucked up the courage
To talk his god
He introduced himself
Told Kilmeister
He was his beginning and end
Lemmy looked him square in the eye
Said
I'm sorry for what happened to your friend.

Are you hungry?

Why do so many of us love David Lynch?
When most of us don't know
Just what is his sthick?
Is it dark in the light
Or the other way round?
Is it in the framing
And or maybe the sound
Beyond the music
The rumble within
Weirdness for weirdness sake
Where does one begin
To begin the begin
Sit on the ride on mower
Think of them that you love
Let your journey begin
Maybe he'll show you.

Point a political gun
At your friend
Demand to know
What went where and when
Formulate your argument
But like Marty put it
The time circuits are bent
I can't calculate it
Beware the knowers
Like Bukowski said
They'll tell you your fine
When you're already dead.

Well no one really
It seemed like you was like
Really needing
Someone to **** with
And **** on your dreams
Cos me myself I've
Done ***** all with my life
You seemed in need
Of a conversational spike.

Your ma described it to me
Like it was sposed to be
The here and now
Me and her
It was meant to be
But then again
I'm not sure the universe
Allows
Random ***** stuff
To me it meant to me
She wanted to get rough.

You've left the room
You are arguing with people
Who are simply not there
You cross your arms
Bulge your eyes
Half a laugh
To prove that you don't care
About the points
This ******* getting in
That prove you're a fool
Elbows hot
Squinted eyes
the opposite of cool
Thank Christ this only happens to me in the pub
Pity these poor recorded public speakers
Forever cast in their throb.

In the movie
There would be the sound if a projector starting up
And then grainy overexposed
Happy family memories loop
Not the darkened smokey room of a spy thriller
But something
Seeming light
That turns into
A chiller
The solid crate of love
That's is family and friends
Gets slowly emptied out
You don't notice at first
Regular Sunday dinners
Turn into Easter and Chrimbo
You loose a lover
And all those they were into
Some friends move away
Or just into themselves
A suicide
Handful of weddings
Familial pools
Unavoidably spreading
An ensemble cast
Dynamic and connected
Turns
Dour monologue
From Self pity
Reflecting
And then a great flash
As it comes off the spool
The celluloid *****
In the empty room.

When the twist of the evening
Has twirled out of sight
Through the fog
The afterglow of fever
Felt all night
And on through the day
You still can't sleep
Take 12 pirinase
And you'll soon be on your way.

Got that sickness
Makes you sweat and shiver
At the same time
Makes your bones ache
Like they might vibrate apart
Nausea rises and swells
Just like Noah's Ark
Delerium not Tremens
Adrift in the dark
Is it night or day?
Am I hot or cold?
Like the ills of childhood
Like the ills of old
It'll pass soon enough
And then i will not care
That I feel I've been poisoned
And thrown down the stairs.

The satisfaction
Of ******* out a single peanut
NOTCH DRAW LOOSE
Velocity then impact
As the bullet hits the water
Like some whacky
Ballistic test
In a surrealistic cop show.

It's so quiet now
Have I gone deaf?
No I said that out loud
So I've just gone thick.

So fat he's never been cold
Killed young a story unlived and untold
The one chosen
Who refused to come
The stout protector
Takes to his heels and runs
The promise of peace and agriculture
Transmuted
Into technologies cluster
That ******
Any chance of the self
Persisting
All alone
In it's own good health.

Rarity generally sets the price
Then how would you assay
The cost of life

We can't see any more of it
From this rock on which we sit

At least not now
And maybe never
So the valuation
To the earth is tethered

Do we figure the ones
Once here now gone
Or just those
Among us in the throng

Do all pay the same
For their go at this game
Does it depend on what you got
Out of it
Do the winners pay more
Or the losers forestall
Any invoice coming their way
But you pay with your time
Taken back at the end of your line
So your bill is already paid.

I have not been what I should
Nor done the things I clearly could
I did not try to grasp the nettle
Instead stared blank into the kettle
Which of course did not boil
Still water with no hint of roil
I was and were and that still more
A passive shadow at your door
That would not knock
For fear of answer
A fool who would not take his chances
Deported to the moon
To forever sit
Infinitesimally
Buried
In
Regolith.

Hail to thee sweet Roger
As you step through
The Great Curtin
The calm clear voice
You wrote in
Gave your creator
Quite the hurting
And so you pay
The ferryman
To cross the river Styx.
Who'se that ******* on the microphone
It can't be
OH ****** ****!!!!!!!!

Probably
About
Tuesday
Afternoon.

New sources say she put JFK to shame.

Do you ever try to think
Like a dog?
Try to log the way
They follow your eye?
In the way the cat
Fully denies
Any claim on love
And the budgie longs to be free
He can't believe
Your niave cruelty
And of course
The goldfish
Wears the crown
Of
Our
Selfish
****.

Now is the season for not giving a ****
You thought it was then
But apparently
This moment
Is it.

I imagine Silent Echo
In the afterlife
He turns up
In the middle of a management shake up
After the strike
They need some new angles
To enhance the customer experience
So a couple of classics
Need some updating
And Echo gets assigned
A job he's perfect for
The guideded tour
Microphone man
For the trip across the Styx
Pointing out humorous
Historical murderous mistakes
As Charon rolls his eyes
He's heard this *******
Spiel now
A couple o billion times.

She had a thing for tapered candles
In a dildonourous way
Wick fully lit
On the end pointing outwards
Or So they say
But the same drugs
That fuelled her depravity
Sent her to sleep
As the flame burned on
stuck there in the deep
Luckily the candle blew out
And the wax hardened there
Once thought lubricant
Become sealant
Set standing there
And so the gods posed her
In an image so stark
An avante garde
Candlebra
Displayed in the dark

The worlds largest iceberg
Is on the move again
Apparently wedged
Somewhere for decades
At last it has broke free
It's headed
Directly to
South Georgia
Where the penguins
Freely lark
They got a judgement coming
And it's about
******* time.

Sure as death
Each shallow breath
Gets steadily
Less steady
As I see you
Drift into
The sweet eternal
Eddy.