Meteors again tonight
The Lyrid so I'm told
Once more the weather forecast
wonders preclude
They say the best angle
And light condition
Comes an hour before the dawn
I'll set my alarm
It'll do no harm
But I'll deffo sleep through it.

Things fall off
Cos things get loose
I've lost my screwdriver
I know that's no excuse
You can feel the vibration
Before you hear the sound
Once the bolt hits the floor it can never be found.
Rattling
Shattering
You stupid *******.

It only takes one *******
To cause a stink
But that's all it is
And that's what the winds for.

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 ****.

No 1:Blessed are the lonely
For they shall have their hands held

No 2:Blessed are the foolish
For they shall see the world spinning round

No 3:Blessed are the cuckolded
For they shall be helped in their revival

No 4:Blessed are the tired
For they shall not live in denial

No 5:Blessed are the afraid
For the movement they need is on their shoulder

No 6:Blessed art the meek
Cos they've had a hell of a time

No 7:Blessed are the Ringos
With their daily six bottles of wine

No 8:Blessed are the places
They shall be remembered well

No 9: Number9,number9,number9,number9.

These ******* aren't fooling me,
I'm gonna start calling Marathons Snickers!

Never turn your back on love
The ******'s just not to be trusted.

My girl thought
We had an infestation
Cos she saw the odd earwig
But then she slung her hook
And I haven't seen one since.

The healthy buds on the tree outside my window
Have brought forth glowing little leaves
Soon they will larger
With not much space in between
A natural barrier
An undulating screen
Though it moves and twists at the wind god's wish
By my neighbours I will go unseen
Between now and the Autum months
And that's alright with me.

To be called a murderer
In some fields
Is the highest
Compliment
Comedy
Philosophy
With no
Personal intent
Like Bill Hicks
Talented beyond belief
With a selfish bent
It comes home
If you listen enough
It's a big tent.

The burn
Which won't stop learning
The immovable thing
That is easily turning
Straight to which
There is a yearning
For that you cannot have

But then again
Where would you put it?
The storage space
You can't afford it
So it lays just where you dropped it
Until
It gets ripped off.

I don't know about you
You don't know about me too
When we meet there's the loath
That I don't feel about you
And then I suppose you feel it
But I can never be sure
We view ourselves
So completely unpure
And why should we
What have we done from this mark
I see your shadow
Poor defined in the dark.

A follow up
Morrissey asked
An indeterminate amount of time
After he posed
His previous question.

For those who miss their mothers today
Take comfort in the fact
They might be talking to my father
And he's a gent
So there is that.

They demolished the place in 1909
Once they'd extracted
That what could not be left behind
14  works got transferred
Pulled off plaster
And put in a new position
To avoid the disaster
Put on canvas in the most
Painstaking way
And then cast To the Prado
So they were displayed
In a way that would seem
Funny and *****
To a deaf old lunatic
Who worked alone
By candlelight.

They say it's all downhill from here
Is that in mind or in body?
As the track disappears
Into the mist
Like a mountain railway

In a photo of the grand gallery
You really can't tell
If your looking up or down
To or from
The Pharoah's great well

You think you're one thing
Til the Doctor says no
Not anymore *******
Them waters don't flow

Not anymore
It's come off the spool
It ***** unattached
In the gathering gloom

The dimming of vision
The dulling of sound
The fear of collision
So close to the ground

The cattle are lowing
The children asleep
From Chrimbo to Easter
All lives slowly creep

To the place of the skull
In the crowd gathered hence
We came to pass judgment
We can't sit on the fence

So here is a stone
Do with it what you will
As impossible lightning
Crashes down on the hill.

The most delicate sleep
Brings brutalist dreams
When you leave the herb alone
At least that's how it seems

How much of us has gone into the planet?
And what does us mean?
When did we become a family?
Even before that point
They were fertilising
For millions of years
Mushed into the earth
Gratefully received
We started out doing the same
Until recently
With this sewerage game
Of course since then
We've pumped out
Some different ****
That goes down and up
Us mixed with chemical grit
Can Gia deal with that?
Long term?
The debate we get into
But like in the Middle Ages
That crap goes out the window.

The name couldn't be less fitting
As I perch here alone
Flat calm
Just past sunset
Glowing embres in the gloam
The low headlands in silhouette
Look like the start of 2001
I Sit here in silence
And wait for the man apes to come.

I'm nobody's dog
But there's this family
Who feed me.

Everything gets in eventually
Unless you have a supernatural defence
Wether it's the ants or the water
Constant baulwalking makes sense
Sealent shrinks
Rubber perishes
Nowt is water tight
Though when your young you don't think so
Why should you give a *****?
The citadel once proud
In the round
With its bitter moat
Now tumbledown
Half brought to ground
Denuded mortar
All she wrote.

Television
First bastion of the po faced ******
So the masses could see the visage close enough
Since out evolved by the magic box
Now we all can get into this stuff.

It seems a burden
Such a weight
That
Is only you
Why did you spit
On the things
That made you
Now proved
Is it because
Now you know Better
Despite
Your
Weird
Helplessness
That
You
Plunge
Whole hearted
Into
That place

We all die alone
Unless someone dies with you
The path that you travel is always within you
So we all **** and moan bout what life has turned into
We all die alone.

To my drunken friend in Bristol
He's not from there
He just is there quite a lot
It's a good place to dash off
His kindly ****** up plots
To aid charity
And bonhomie
Inspiring tired artists
To create stories
Dripping with catharsis
That only comes
From real love.

We went down to London
We went on the train
And stared out in wonder
At cold hearted distain
Adrift in the maelstrom
They all seemed so calm
But to dwell in the big smoke
Just seemed like self harm
So we aimed ourselves north
And we sat in the pool
We let its sweet waters
Rinse fix and cool
Now we'll stay here forever
And you'll have my heart
They'd need a mighty mongol horde
Just to keep us apart.

Him.
                                                            ­                   Hit
                                                             ­      Need to
                                                              ­   No
                                              Branches felt
                                      But the
                           Ugly tree
                       The
                   Up
He climbed

The darkest place
In the universe
Where
The demons push on the gate
Sometimes they get past security
Oft sooner than late
And make a break
For humanity
It's like a drug for them
To **** out
And
Binge upon
The Pandemonium
Once it was their
Home town
The capital of their land
But it atomised
And ****** off
When Hades got out of hand
so now it's a border run
Like the Irish
For cheaper petrol
If the boss catches em
There will be Hell to pay
Lately he is so temperamental.

They eat well
For awhile
But they always
Get put down.

Baldy cat gets on a bus
The drivers says
"Where's yer fare?"

A drunk goes into a chippy and says
"I'll have a portion o chips and a steak and kidely pie."
The worker says
"You mean steak and kidney pie don't you?"
The lush replies
" That's what I said ****** I ?"

How many frying pans will you buy and throw out?
Especially now they are worth a ****
I've had two in the last eighteen months
My own fault remorse
Short sighted reasoning
Is par for the course
To bite the bullet and go long
Has you singing
An environmentalist song.

Have you looked at yourself
In the mirror lately?
John Berger said you should do it daily
To get a fix on what your becoming
Incremental slide or climb
Isolate from the thrumming
The buzz
The fuzz
The pulsating drone
The distraction
Reminds me of that Orbital tune
With vocals by Oppenheimer himself
Muses on present chronography
And what it means for thee and me
Advises time lapse
Put the clock upon the shelf.

I'm up early to see the eclipse
Even only if Its just a little bit
There you go I'm lying already
It's cos I'm off the drink
Sleep patterns unsteady
Don't fell like death
But super fuzzy
It's been a month
Slow acclimation is a whacky doozy
The light is strange
The slight conjunction still a couple of hours away
The birds seem spooked and muted
Cept one robin defiantly hootin
That's the way those little ******* play
Could of course be all for nowt
Heavy cloud bank rolling south
The disappointment
Could lead me right astray.

My mother tells me from an early age
I always loved old movies
I'd scoot my nappied **** across the carpet
Causing sparks
To see film noir intriguey(sic)
Kind hearts and coronets
Jimmy Cagney
The scarlet pimpernel
The red shoes and her descent into hell
On late Saturday afternoon.

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.

I've fallen asleep
At the back of the class.

With faith in our souls
We skip toward the light
Singing blithely together
Songs of truth
And joy
And *****

To the left stand
The illiberal
To the right
The funny men
Both will badger
And deride you
Herd you to their
Favoured pen

And them that have **** eyes
Will ask why you seem so shook
Then you will have to explain yourself
To a dog shown a card trick look

We wait for the dead at Christmas
When they bin waitin for us all year
Once only every twelve months
Comes this kind of cheer.

I see that big cat food has put out a product recall
it's the modern age
Society will fall
If we allow our pets
To fall into malaise
Of non exposure
Like our peanut disgrace
Once you start down that path
The problem will grow and not shrink
It all written there in the Bible I think
Moses beseeched the lord give my people strength
To cross the dessert and bolster their health
God said cast thy staff down
It turn into a serpent
M took fright
Johviah bade him
Take it by the tail
A staff once again
Took it up
Turned and strode down the hill
Showed the chosen the trick
Then they were all in
For good or for ill.

Off to see me Ma
She doesent live too far
Just round the corner
Up the hill
To carry flowers
And good will
She might take a glass of rose
Mixed with Lemmo

But that's her limit!

And then she'll go
To my sisters
For her dinner
Avoid the reflux
She's a winner.

80 and still kicking ****.

I'm eschewing *****
And ***** too
Perhaps a month
Maybe two
It's been a fortnight
Still slightly fuzzy
Jerky sleep patterns
I had it coming
Don't start me on
The whacky dreams
A disaster movie
Each night it seems
Aliens
Zombies
Catastrophes
Volcanos
Earthquakes
Foul disease
And it's all my fault
I caused it all
Uncharacteristic
Prideful
Before the fall

And then the wake.

When you get stabbed in the back
It seems an affront
You get knifed in the front
Then it's nobody's fault
Both seem conspiratorial
But it's the way that we are
Those who wield the blade
Are just those what we are.

My auld fellah
Had a boss way
Of pricking pomposity
With his prong
He'd simply listen to them bloviate
Then
Get their name slightly wrong.

God said to Abraham
**** me a son
Abe said
Ah c'mon boss
Not this again!

When Butch and Sundance
Watched over a plea
to raise a posse to **** em
Turn into a pitch
On future bicycleism
Old Butch went into a drunken diatribe
Bout how he could have been something
And all that transpired
Sundance the much younger man
Fixed him with an equally sloshed
Rik Mayal eye
Propped himself up on one elbow
Delivered a line that gave truth to the lie
"Well,it's too late now!".

Play up
Play up
And play the game
Gentle encouragement
The order of the day
Or worse
The path of non exposure
That just lengthens
And broadens the desert

Cmon now try and  watch the news
Not to extract some saliant views
But to know
By Repeated showings
The horror didn't come from you

Through time
Exasperation
Exhaustion and love
The meds
The sessions
Oh so rough
Your innards then
Had had enough
And so began to heal

Cos you can't stay frantic all the time
Terror and guilt
So must decline
All shadows
Get chased by light
Governed by rotation

That morning you said you felt a change
You licked your thumb to turn the page
Felt like my eyeballs would explode
From the sudden change of pressure

And so the daylight grew in warmth
Back to the world you sallied forth
That which seemed certain doom
Then drew a leavened smile
To pale your pitch down by the fire
At least for a good long while.

If nature abhors a vacuum
Why doesn't she fill us in?
Does she know where the voids are?
Or how they did begin?
Cos there's plenty of em out there
As well as within
But they're never completely empty
Just scaresly occupied
Introspection
And space telescopes
Might keep us
Petrified.

I've started to fuse iron within my core
It won't be long now
I can feel innards roar
I read the sign that says exit
Atop the fuzzy door
Just passed
The point that tips
I'll metabolise
And grow no more

Switch off my chromosomes
Like Hisashi Ouchi
It won't be horrific though
Like with that poor *******
Might as well
Dive off of the wagon
C'mon let's get plastered
Swim in the pool
It was fun while it lasted

But you can change
Anytime that you want
It just a choice
Wether to drink
And from which font
Was it the script
Or performance
Made you a useless savant?
Better ask Tom Cruise.

If you could stand
On the spot
Where you now sit
From the time that it formed
Till it didn't exist
From rock
To field
To lane
To home
Built and rebuilt over
Like
A temple of old
Could you feel
Those that have dwelled there
No matter how fleeting
All the joy and the pain
Every embrace and beating
Each one slowed down
So poignancy crushing
Then seen as
A speed run
To infinity rushing
What would you take
From the eternal lesson
Either
G*d
Or the Universe
With your head surely  messing.

The happy guitar player
Was excited
Today was his young son's birthday
He presented him
With the beautiful hand crafted six string
His great grandfather had made
That was given to him by his own dad
When he was the same age as the lad was now
"Son" he said "I give you this,as is our family tradition,
that you might bring music and sweet laughter into
the world.It won't make you rich but you will have
the precious asset of creativity,to know you brought
some inner spark from what is you and from whole
cloth cast it into the ether for all to hear.I impart the
same advise my dad gave to me on this day.Never be sharp,
never be flat,always be natural."
The father smiled warmly
And handed the boy the guitar
He carefully took it
Weighed it in his hands
His eyes pouring over every excuisite detail
Even after a hundred and thirteen years
He could detect whiffs of cedar and rosewood
He stood in silence a moment
Then looking up
He met his fathers adoring gaze

He then beat him to death with it
Cut his **** off with the E string
Wrote THE FUTURE IS NOW
In **** blood on the wall
Set fire to the house
And went off to become
An AI software engineer.