Window cleaners And Ladders Have long since Parted ways In the interest Of productivity It's all Brushes on poles These days They assail you Out of nowhere If you're on The second floor Like a water spewing Face hugging alien Slapped against The glass Once more.
I used to have a T shirt With a comedic drawing Of a deranged Bug eyed Wild haired ******* With veins in his teeth Throttling A big glass Of foaming ale With the legend I COULD ****** A PINT!!! I wish I still had it To get me through The night.
All are certain All are sure Skin slides Off flesh Bones Fall to floor Blood pools In dirt **** thickens up Then **** dilutes We've had enough To merge With what We brought To fore All are certain All are sure.
Turning tunnels Into trenches Slow history Crumbles Ancient benches Or table tombs Proud mastabas From Djoser's Step Ever onwards Sneferu's Meidum And Bent Then Red Fourth dynasty's dawn Foundation Of Giza's stead.
I am that I am Was that Jehovah Or Popeye? Burning bush Or Can of spinach Where does that Spark lie? I think it was The lord Not the sailor man A claim for existence The commencement Of a plan.
It lives in silence The quiet joy In sudden beauty You've felt before It's out the window Now in your head A slight restorative A hunger fed It'll make you smile Against your will And push you on For good or ill.
Into the bowl Of Yorkshire To the town Of Otley The landscape Somehow More ancient A place Of artists And The ones Who Carved it rough SLOW MOTION COWBOYS Lit the place right up.
The kids call Hot dogs GLIZZIES These days I wonder why But I decided Not to engage With what might be The description On the World Wide Web Instead I think My own Legend I'll invent Does the glaze Glisten And that's What it is? Or perhaps Glissando The smoothness Of musical change I don't want the answer As it will surely Fall short Of Greeze Mustard And onions Not forgetting The salt.
Doing coke with Jack Nicholson Walking the fells with Wainwright Stood by Ole Romer's telescope As he mulled the speed of light Being that defender Cruyff first turned Watching Marie Curie work Till Aplastic Anemia Robbed her of her life
Walking well through fire With Bukowski And if you will allow me In all them situations You'd be alone with the gods.
The Arabs Talk of camel philosophy If you stand in front of him He cannot kick you Stand behind He cannot bite Pretty telling These days Where does one stand To avoid this *****?
Sometimes the weather Comes inside By bricks And gates Won't be denied It's heavy rains Slop down your walls Send the ceiling To the floor Then Baking sun Bursts Brittle plaster Adds to the pile Your own disaster A house divided Cannot stand But you're here alone In this empty land.
I remember I'm sure I do At least I think that's true I deffo recall you Or who you were But I'm Remembering A memory The last time I recalled it And the time before that Feel like Christopher Reeve Caught at the end Of Somewhere in time Or that K-Pax fella When hit the end of the line.
What the world once was To walk upon Still Now largely is But that will Soon be gone They make the future Boil and fizz We're in a moving Waiting room While they Fix the horizon Through frosted Reinforced glass so our fate Might be surprising.
A fly is squaring Across the room You think if he circled He'd see a bit more And they do that as well So it's a definite move Is he doing A grid search? What is he looking for?
And you hold on true You want to do the first thing then the other things too Like Kennedy said Only in negative This foul **** Can only be degenerative You grapple with that The self is the seditive
But also the adrenaline If you flick it just right Get up and walk Or drift Out of sight.
Just been for X rays I tried to feel the radiation As it fell on my body In that three second blast Or whatever it is I commanded my cells To vibrate Or pulsate Or whistle Or whizz The feeling Up my brain stem To see what Radioactivity gives In terms of sensation And impact on your bones But I just felt nothing Did it leave me alone?
Mammoth bands from thirty years ago Sequels Prequels And franchise entries Regurgitation And reabsorption Feels like we've Been doing it For centuries Now we have The creative computer The magic box You don't have to Put much in to it To get its point across.
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.
Would you **** me Twenty years ago Would you **** me Right now Despite our different Outlooks Could congress Advance somehow Back then did you give a **** And do you Weigh it now If we can't even talk Straight What's the point Anyhow?
I could care less Scream the Americans On both sides Of the divide But that don't Make no sense If you could care less You care the most That's possible In this life.
To dance And sing In a crowd That's not Havin it To not be Hushed By The Chill They Themselves Are guilty Of the same At some point They Remember The thrill Then court The laughs From Some Random Nutters If that Don't work Pull Sharp Down The shutters.
In the hell Of the cave After the road Runs out You can't retreat Or go forward Then you'll see Just what you're all about Where cups Hold only blood And knives Cut only humans To see what drains Out of you And what You've been Consuming.
He put up An art piece sign In the New York subway That read PLEASE DONT SMILE AT STRANGERS And it barely raised a grin Most sagely nodded Then stared down At their screens again.
Concentrate on business But focus On infinity They were keen on that They really beat it into me But the ring Turned full Left Leaves your foreground Smudged and fuzzy You can't see Your way clear To the good times Always coming.
When you pick up a string Will you follow or pull Reel in the years Else walk back and mull Then again The best course Might be To drop it and run Toward the horizon And whatever May come.
The matter Energy Condensed I often think Can't be fixed Can't be true Like If you moved Too suddenly Bits Would fall Off of you Catch physics Off guard And nature Falls apart And once We all see it Everyone Disintrigates Hard.