All life a negotiation
From the global to the quanta
The placing o the terrible weapons
To the sub atomic particles
When you start in with a new love
You see where the borders are
What starts a screaming match
What brings peace and calm
How loud you crank your stereo
Versus the upstairs flats grandkids
Running round like micro elephants
All weekend long it appears
Dealing with your aresehole boss
A mismatch so it seems
But like any martial art
Styles make fights
And into the Fray you lean
Tense talk at the UN
Twixst The monolithic blocs
Brinkmanship an art
Best practised in the dark
The Arabs and the Jews
The Catholics and the prods
The Ruskies and Ukrainians
The living and the not
It's in the way you talk to strangers
It's in the way you part your hair
It's what it says on your baseball cap
It's in where you place your care
As we look to the sea's horizon
At the swelling biblical wave
Can I look you in the eye
And argue in good faith?

If Silent Echo ***** in the woods
And there's no one there to hear it
Does it make a sound?
And where does the bear fit in?

Is it the crack and report
As the hammer strikes true?
Or the spilt second scrape
Down the barrel ?
The discharge of gas
As the slug rips past?
Through the displacement o air
it does burrow
Is it the PEYANG! PATOU! Richocet
Of an old cowboy movie?
Or the acts of the Manson's
They thought that **** groovy?
Is it the swish as it grazes
A candidates ear?
Or the whimper of a victim
Rigid with fear?

It's that 9/11 weather this morning
The pilots call it Severe clear
I know it's crass to bring it up
Maybe it's the time of year
Pretty close to a temporal antipode
Of that Day that brought such fear

The  contrails so bright and straight
Against the brunch aquamarine
Like determined daytime meteors
Their surety seems obscene

In no mood for delay
They push past the cold thin air
To be fast and true and punctual
Remains their only care

And then the Sky Beluga
As if to a call responded
That bulbous headed carrier plane
The Airbus A300
Swims low and slowly overhead
It almost looks in pain
To deliver parts to the airbase
So we can start again.

Christmas Eve probably 1978
The sweet smell o roasting turkey
From the back kitchen emenates
Albert Finney's Scrooge on the box
The grate hung with three socks
The tree smelling the way
The trees used to smell
Sugared glacier fruits
Banana toffee
Turkish delght
Tangerine
Apple
Pointless vitamins
In the torrent
O *****
Then Jimmy came home
Comedic drunk
Rolled round on the carpet
Spouted his usual  funk
Then crawled up the stairs
And collapsed on the bed
On Christmas morn he thought
That he'd already
Been here
Deja vu
The spirit o Chrimbo
Can make you feel queer.

I share my birthday
With John Lee ******
Beat that
You sweaty ******!

Love is the waiting room
They give you something to do
You don't have to complete it though
That onus is on you

Love's the chastisement
They give you a talking-to
Demand you mull
And weigh yourself
Well BOO HOO HOO HOO

Change your name
And I'll give you the world
Relax your neck
And let Rewards unfurl
It's just a name
Don't be so absurd
But david he said no.

Oh lord,
Won't you take me down there some time
Oh lord
Won't you take me down there
I'll sip the scotch slow
Sup the pint low
Oh lord won't  you take me down there

My king you not haf
You once was you see
My king you not haf
You once was
Your majesty faded
No beauty
Brocaded
My king you not haf
You once was

My love I pledge all o my heart to you
My love I pledge all o my heart
It's cramped
It needs mending
Left ventricle descending
My love I pledge
All o my heart

My friend you the ghost o a ghost to me
My friend you the ghost o a ghost
Cold silence it grips me
Inertia it trips me
My friend you are the ghost of a ghost.

The well is not dry
I've just lost my bucket
But that water
Is tainted anyway
So you know
**** it!

A male adult owls entire existence
Is given over to
Courting a potential  mate
To wit,to woo.

Evil is an ocean in which we float
And from that we drink
It's buoyancy uplifts up
It's salt makes us sick

It's waves push us
In all the ways we go
The currents aggregate
The humans on the flow
To islands o detritus
Perched around the world
All cliffs o which face the sun
Although that sounds absurd
The shitness o this verse
The mewling o the heart
All the above can be said
About love and art.

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 make the crowd laugh
Then you're winning
Doesn't matter
How ****
Your argument is
If your opponent left
Flustered and squirming
He's the one
Who is stinking of ****
Play to the gallery
That's how it is
Like Sun Tzu said
If he's a hot head
Take the ****.

Prehistoric territoriality
Local government venality
One man who hates the water
A younger seeking knowledge
The last would quite
The ghosts of his past
By quashing what is put there
In the murk.
That's the story of Jaws

No ones
Ever seen me before
So what could they be after?
He who would valiantly be
Gainst all disaster
Like Gregory Peck
In that church
When he raised his dagger
I know I'll get shot
But who will
Communicate
What goes after?

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.

Twinkle twinkle ****
You have got some ******* front
To call me your friend

When all is lost
Or just misplaced
It's time to panic
Your family disgraced
It's time to **** your pants and run
Edgey malaise  no longer fun
You thought it cool
Lurking near the edge
Strong winds wrapped  your trousers round your legs
Felt the tremor at the cliff's thin lip
Saw it might crack
Backed off right quick
Your tyres bald
Head getting there
There's little grip
Down there
Or up here
So when truth is hard
Become a liar
Let's roll round together
Like animals on fire.

It's the Badminton horse trials today
Seems an exercise in futility
How are they going to
Toss up the shuttlecock?

Drinking in the day
Just like my daddy did
Before me
Yesterday
Drinking in the day
just like my daddy done
Before me
Oooh the shame

"No body loves me,
I'm not long for this world,
I'm gonna become a monk"
That was his drunken mantra
As to the couch he slunk

My mother would tut her distaste and say
"Jimmy not in front of the kids!"
But he'd just laugh
Roll round on the floor and say
"Sandra **** those kids!"

Then we'd drag him off to bed
My brother/my sister and me
To get the fat ****** up the stairs
You know it took all three

The sot
The lush
The drunken old louse
And that was Friday night in my father's house.

Keep swiggin that *****
Keep smokin them tabs
**** down deep on them viruses
What get released from them labs
Waft them air fresheners
Modify your food
Keep taking them
Sweet sweet pills
What enhance your mood
E numbers Are the tops
Fresh fruit gets a sprey
Some say they've done something
That has turned the frogs gay
Make sure you sit still
Make sure you char your toast
Let's do the cancer enhancer baby
Yeah we dig it the most.

"I like rice,it's great when you're hungry and you want two thousand of something."

Gone but not forgotten.

The statue on top of Nelson's column is fifteen feet tall
When the man himself died he was only five feet
That's Horatio of 3 to 1.

Back when my lower half still worked
When AstroTurf was where we learned
To off gas the weeks work
It was the nineties
The fancy dans
Got together
To bring down the leather
On the clearly less skilled
They thought that talent alone could ****
But they reckoned against
****** determination
And spitting bile we sure created
A ram it down your throat
Football unit
And soon enough
We certainly proved it
That if you
Like to but heads
Against the elites
You'll find
Their skill is weak and so effete.

What must it have been like in Jerusalem
After the dust of that first Easter settled?
Imagine the recriminations
On all sides
Including the Romans
The way it was handled
Who was a traitor?
What now?
Who wants to lead?
What the **** just happened?
Will the grief
Not be relieved?

Ansel Adams was ******
Once people started getting into
Ansel Adams
Cos they went to where he composed
And thought
Anyone can do this.

When everyone has left
And all light is gone
The cold dark silent sentinels
Stay on
They used to be white
We can see that now
But existence
Has not existed
Long enough
To show how
They will become
Non reflective
Exuding scant heat
Just sitting there
Passive
After
Creations defeat
Long after
The Pulsars
And Black Holes have gone out
They'll decay slowly forever
Or at least thereabouts.

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.

I grew up round the corner
From where Clive Barker was born
Though he's twenty years older
That was where we called home
He described the neighbourhood
In the first chapters o Weaveworld
I viddied it well
I could follow the lead role
Could see the portal to hell
It's quite a feeling
It's quite the trip
To see a bestseller
In the streets which you skip
Once you learn you live parallel
To the abyss

That's hard to shake.
As the midnight meat trains
Rattle the back gates

Everything's going somewhere
Even if it's nowhere quick
Those ahead are expanding
Into nowt that we can expect
And when we get there
It'll be changed by what has been
Is this some slow punishment?
The rubber
Against sin.

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.

Nobody likes a ****,
They told me right out front.

I'm like John winston
On the brandy alexanders
Your gonna have to deal with me
This nitrogen it seems
Puts such pressure on my eyeballs
That I can hardly see
So l plummet on down past where I should
Just to stare blindly in the sea
Sudden earhquake
Massive landslide
And that
Is the end o me.

I owe a friend
A ton And a half
But he won't
Take a cheque
That *******
Gonna take a cheque

The 25th o may 1977
About as close as it gets to a kid who is seven
It was the first
Not the last
Of the feeling
That you get to call glory
To the ones
Who feel proudly
Not to call them selves Tory
Miner's strike
Tebbits bike
And yet
Where are we now?
You get called what you not
Cos that's what these frauds will allow.

I'm attempting to not to be a *****
But good lord!
Where would one
Begin with that ****?
Who gets to define
The benign
What turns into
The reviled ?
And how would you deal with it?

And Alexander seeing the width
And reach of his domain
Wept
For there were no more worlds to conquer
But Alexander never wrote Rocky Raccoon
So he can go and **** in his hat!

The things that
Bounce round your brain
And then are gone

For a millisecond
They meant the world to you
But you can't recall them now

You can't render  it
Out the void
If you could
It would deft
Be employed

Cos it was the coolest
Thing that there's ever been
The fact the world can't
**** on it
Seems
Somewhat obscene

But it will happen
Again and again
And you've got the *****
To call humanity
Your friend.

I had a lot of time to think
But I didn't do much thinking
There wasn't much to drink
But I did a lot o drinking.

We the five percent
Demand the rest
Of you mysterious *******
Stand up and be counted.

How do you know what you are?
The opinions stretch both near and far
They be *******
Swinging off of your ****
Both near and Far
It's just hard to know
What you are.

What's black,white and red
And has trouble getting through
A revolving door?

A nun with a spear through her head.

The oceans know
What goes on
Upon land
And we're  told often enough
That's not true
On the other hand

We know more about the surface of the the moon

Well of course we do
It's much smaller
And there's no water
To add to the gloom

But you've got to wonder
What's down there
Biding it's time
Monitoring the air.

It only just a couple of years ago
I found out that cocktail
Isn't called
A peanut collider.

Just before telescopes and such
He dared venture out to touch
Not just the face of God
But more
Than the church allowed
No centre could there be
No sun circling
You and me
Planets around other stars
Holy uniqueness not ours
So they strung him upside down
In front of all the town
And burnt him
Through the hours
Upon the Field Of Flowers.

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

All of humanity's problems stem
From a man's inability to sit
Quietly in a room alone
Well if those words were true
I'd be a king
Upon a throne
But quantity is not quality
Besides there is no enterography
From the inside
To the outside
That gets shown
Pascal wrote that opening
In the mid sixteen hundreds
It's been quoted cameoed
And inspected
It invites you to do
What it says you can't
Irrespective.

What would you do
If the aliens came for you?
If they landed and exclaimed
"We seek the one you call(insert own name here)"
Though no purpose they explained
Would you rush to their request
Acquiesce to their behest
Trust em cos that's who you are
An open heart
A mind ajar
The heart wants everyone to know
It welcomes all
It is not cold
The brain though is not so sure
Projected aims may not be pure
It knows our past in microcosm
What the tooled up
To the meek put on em
To collaborate or disappear
Safety now
Else
Posthumous rectitude through the years
They may think you creations saviour
Or are here to punish your foul behaviour
They could want you for what you think
Perhaps they've heard
You like a drink.

The overlords are here
From beyond reality
Not to teach or to heal
Or hold dominion over thee
Not to persecute and pillage
Not to alter or rearrange
Not to allay our fears
Because we find them strange
Not to accelerate or motivate
Urge us on to our potential
Not to shows their technology
Beyond us monumental
Not mediate or pacify
Or empty man's bloodbath
Not to anoint or purify
But because they like a laugh.

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