If you try any preversions in there
I'll blow your head off
Said Colonel Bat Gauno
You try anything funny
I'll shoot you right through the glass
Said Jack Walsh
Colin Farrell
Blasted that Belgian lad
In the eyes
At close range with a blank
Some people
Underestimate
What guns can get up to
In the movies.

Sudden and violent
At peace in your sleep
Or a chance
To say goodbye
As his soft footsteps
Creep.

He talks of military intelligence
Two words together
That don't make sense
And the saleability
Of peace
This is the news
There is no relief
The freak show
That lives inside our heads
Soon comes the day
When we wake up dead.

Once you hit a certain age
All your memories are ten years ago
Unless childhood or immediate
It's a decade Past
Give or take a year or so

Dilation and concentration of remembrance
Both stretched and contracted
Twenty years turns to ten
Five does the same
True chronology
Can't be extracted

I remember you now
How you were back then
As I just bumped into your sister
She says that you're well
I should give you a call
Time bubbles
And turns into a blister.

Don't look now
But Sutherland's
Chewing
Christie's kebab.

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.

You got to love the ego
It does so much **** work
Dealing with the judgemental Superego
Harsh reality and the Id that ****
The Id just wants to **** and fight and feast
Superego tuts and rolls its eyes
Reality stands there laughing
This is hardly a surprise
Freud called the Id the cauldron
Dr Morbius said it had monsters in it
As the unthanked ego labours on
Stoic true and finite.

That what was special
Is not that special anymore
Despite national anthems
The modern ground swell
Abhorred
To what was the beginning
The mid
But possibly
Not the end
Let's see how it goes
Whatever can you defend?

In a period of sobriety
I tend to wake up early
Still somewhat fuzzy
Deffo unfocused
Twisting forest path
Unclear to me
So many possibilities
Even though
Over the ****
Strong sunlight
Filters through canopy
Inspiration
To avoid the slump
Back into sloppy reverie
The pleasant endless drunk
But it could end right here
With a cool breeze on my face
The fawns and the rabbits
I Sort of like this place.

Are the swing states
The ones who are into partner swapping?
If so they should get Doug and Melania
To drop em
I think I see an early
Winner here.

When you fly
Across oceans
Do you know where you are?
This goes out too all
Is this what you thought of?
Did you think of the mountains
And the people
There in
Did you think of your footprint
And it's pattern
Therein
?

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.

God came to me
In a dream last night
He didn't say which one
Voice ambiguous
Shape unclear
My eyeballs overcome
He's a lot funnier
Than you might expect
He's quite fond of a pun
His advice is for all
To laugh together
Or cry apart
Then all is done.

Why is there something
Rather than nothing?
Followed swiftly by
What is there
And what's it like?
The sound of one hand clapping
And does a fish really need a bike?
The silence of falling forest trees
Two sets o footprints become one
An old lady and a serpent
A prodigal has his fun
Cast thy bread upon the water
And then times that by ten
Don't be counting them
Precognitive chickens now
Like some optimistic hen.

If Alan Latchley
Were still alive you could ask him
Like he said
She can bring a tear to your eye
She can bring the blood to your shoulder
She can bring the kettle to the boil
Cos football is about nothing
Unless it is about something
And what it is about
Is football
He tossed a coin into the air
He let it fall
He knew not where
But at least
He could look himself
In the mirror
In the morning and say
There is a man!

Under a diseased elm
Found a shady place to lay
Not much of a breeze
Watched the doggies
Tumble and play
A platoon of crows
Tighten a circle round me slow
The edges of my vision dim
It might be time to go

Why would you not
Express your loss?
In all it's glory
In all it's heat
In the way
You felt it
In the way it was
As you conflate
Your family
And them that don't care
You'll find a way to express it
So candidly
Even if death is not proud
As I think
Mostly it's not
Still you can say it
Outloud.

A trio goes to the rain forest
To affirm a message
Humanistic
Bump into
A couple of salty dudes
Somewhat hubristic
They're here to have the local tribe off
Rob em of all their ******* and emeralds
And ****** their flock
But the drugs sent em crazy
It sealed their fate
They both ended up with their brains on a plate
As did all bar the final girl.

And when I hurt
Hurting
Runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt
When holdin you?

They don't like the way things are
Or were
And view them
As the same
They'd rather
It be chaos
And still
Apportion blame.

If Cohen's accountant hadn't ripped him off
I probably wouldn't have got to see him.
Here's to fraudulent fucksticks!
Cheers!

Morphine's album
YES!
Has a place in my heart
That's is smothered in pride
Listened to it constantly
In 96 in Glasgow
When hard work
Was along for the ride

Ripping the guts
Out of a IT company
Partition walls and ceilings
Fell before my sledgehammer
Right in front o me

Chewing hash
And snorting scotch
Were  the orders of the day
Once the dust had settled
And we'd drawn all our pay

I'd never seen so many places
To sentimentally sing
Chemically altered karaoke
Is one hell of a thing.

Take your time
But know
The point of
It's too late
Or not
You know?
The other way round
In desperation
And filth
It shall be found
At any time
And in any place
In the jolly old town.

It's tough having  a bet on the new Pope
So few know the runners and riders
It's not like getting a tip on the Gold Cup
A sparsity of insiders

At least round here

Though there's no shortage of followers
The intricacies of conclave politics
Amount to insider trading
Could they go to Africa
Or the rar east
The home team
Must be leaning and persuading

Maybe ***** to the rules
Gender swap the role
Like they do these days in the movies
Get a lass on the throne
Resize the fisherman's ring
Perhaps everything will be groovy.

There's a sweet silver hue on the grass this morn
Soft defracted through the dew
A warm misty drift is formed
Soundtracked by the pigeons
Moaning low
A quiet transcendent being is born
The briefest of existence
Magnifies it's vague brilliance
As a cloud bank rolls over
And screens it for awhile
You know that it's still there
A bulwark against the care
That been persistently nagging you
To be alive
But when the sun appears again
something has know changed
It's flattened out
All joy gone south
Your eyes cast down
And once again
Yourself you do chide.

How many times
Have you looked at a digital clock
Seen 9-11
And thought what are the odds?
On any given day it's 1440 to 1
If you calculate that way
Like Del Amitri said
Five oh five
Is not SOS
That's initially
How we got into this mess
So roll over avoid the distress
Of your screaming time piece.

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.

The best material
For the job
Sometimes
You have to rob
Off of
Others
Building sites

I've always been prone
To stubbing a toe
My mother
Chastised me
When I was down low
Close to the floor
And the obstacles there
Seemingly volleying
Solid objects without a care
You'd think it'd be easy
On my shallow eclipticacal plain
To avoid maternal exasperation
And young digital pain

But I've always done it

Though in adolescence
And first adulthood
The occurrences dropped
Gyroscope tuned
Balance now understood

As the years curved away
The habit came back
Micro reactions
Now starting to lack

The leverage and mass
Certainly don't help
After the impact
The pathetic yelp
The delay between
Whack and sensation
Has always confused me
Defied explanation
Similar to getting
Hoofed in the spuds
Two seconds to grace
Then the ache comes in floods
I reckon it happens now
About once a week
Hopping then paralysed
As my faculties leak.

Imagine your lymbic system
Got infested with AI
Maybe it's already happened
An explanation
Wouldn't seem
Like a lie
If you couldn't
Tell the difference
If you thought
It came from you
If they held you down
And explained it
What would That mean
To you?

When you strike down
A ***** in Egypt
The Earth it feels alive
Reconnected
To the wellspring
So many questions inspired
You don't know how they did it
The carving
Transport
And placement
Shafts Driven
Arrow straight through the bedrock
To open technology's basement.

In Hollywood
Gas masks work forever
And in the worst conditions imaginable
In reality I bet they're a bit ****
It just doesn't seem that tangible.

Cat food
Is not good for you
Don't eat that ****
Unless you in
Mad Max2.

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.

The death of the festive
The birth of the mundane
No wide open road anymore
Get back in your lane
The gears have ground down
They now hardly catch
The ******* door
Bangs loud in the wind
The ******* just won't latch
I crossed the sweet tilted field
Where we once made love
It's all dog muck and empty used condoms now
No moonlight bathes from above
We're become the elders at functions
And the mood is low
When we where the youth
All hearts were aglow
We buried our parents
And now start in with our friends
Warmly reminisce at funerals
But it's only pretend
As the clock ticks down
I know of that which I speak
The sickness in the future
Is unremittingly bleak.

It's not at all sophisticated
Or worthy
It has a metre that I really like
And even when
It's odour has an edge
I find distasteful
I'm a sucker
For the things
I can't buy

And once again
I failed to see it early
Something so blatant
beginging to unfold
But by that time
you had captured my heart
And so
I had treasure untold.

Listen to aluminium by Roth Bart Baron if you don't speak Japanese
It beauty and its ache will bring you to your knees
I'm clueless what he's singing about
And I don't want to know
To understand them lyrics
Might diminish the glow.

The death of his mother?
The end of a love?
The start of a new one that fits like the glove?
A celebration of friendship?
A recovered one once sick?
Or did some ******* kick his dog to death,
Just like poor old John Wick?

Some people talk about what we've done to nature
And how it will have its revenge
Then how come I've just seen a crow
Struggling with a gull
Over a chunk o pepperami?

Tony Reid
Broke my arm
With power and imprecision
He let loose from the edge of the box
That ******* ball was fizzing
It curved to the right
On that fateful night
When I was tending goal
Instinctively I stretched out my limb
Against the direction I was going
Twisted in the stress position
It struck upon my wrist
You could hear me scream in the next county
I was on the injured list.

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.

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.

I went to see Riverdance on LSD
That's the cast and crew on it
Not me you see
It certainly a contemplative
Then interpretive effort
Watch for five minutes
You'll never forget it
And that's about
All they got out of me
How much cash do you want
Michael Ryan ******* Flatley?

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.

In a former church
With friends
After a boozey train ride
A transient slide into
A magnificent side show
Of another's life
She want you to look into
The family bond
Of the performance
The beauty
Of the
Respondence
The glide on the way home

When someone looked at you
And was compelled to smile
When the journey was blissful
Neither counted the miles
With warmth without edge
And peace within reach
When puppies gambolled  
At your feet On the beach
When you returned home
To comfort and food
When you fed off of each other
When connectivity accrued
When you both were anchored
Moored solid in love
When it would last forever
Decreed from above.

And completely untenneable
The things that
Separates the daily
From the utterly
Undeniable
It moves the masses
When the obverse'
Gets thrown at the floor
Like the the time
When your mammy
Made that movie
And they called her an *****.

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.

If you break your spuds
After the boil
Before the roast
Just a bit
With the back of a spoon
They will take on
A hidden flavour
More than
Salt
Oil
And vinegar can bloom
Soaking
And grinding in
With steam as an ally
Fluffing carbohydrates
I'll turn up the heat
Shall I?

Lobbing grenades
Off of the summit o Everest
Trying to bomb the *******
Just Like Kenny Everett
But the fuse is too short
They just burst in the air
He  don't live at the peak
He's somewhere down there

Milney has been planning
This Trek for years
Like some frozen Ahab
Blind to the cares
Of family and friends
Who deny his obsession
Deeply frightened by his souls possession

He teamed up
With a crack squad
Of hard Buddhist monks
Who will joyfully participate
In killing the ****
For centuries now he has murdered their kin
They will end  what the beast did begin

For these priests know how to swing a sword
You might have seen them treading the boards
At you local theatre
But this is real
They will end this monster
And his skin they will peel
Off of his bones
And his carcass they'll stuff
To display at the inn
So we'll know soon enough
If milne was successful
All ****** and sweaty
As he asks at the bar
ARE YOU OPEN YETI?

Went to see that new Wes Anderson number last night
Entitled The Phoenician Scheme
An excellent effort all round
Scene
By scene
By scene
I've always admired his movies
But this seemed a cut above
In pacing
Framing
And intensity
A true labour of love
But there seemed
Something extra
A deeper meaning
For me to take
The gods of cinema talking to me
Or perhaps
***** rice crispie cake.