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.

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?

Like in one of them fantasy movies
The hero draws the sword of power
To emphasise it's pureness
They make it ring
For half an hour

You try to be concise
To scallop metaphor
Cut back on the floweriness
Let sweet simplicity pour

But you think
The point's unmade
Your thoughts lay unleavened
Just one more verse my friend
What was that?
Six
Or
Seven?

A brain
Beating heart
Breathing lungs
Expelling excretory
A couple o thumbs
Chemicals
To grow
To heal
All tied together
Apparently real
So where do you sit
Within the vehicle?
What makes you
You?
What Are you in principle?
Virtually all you are
Is automatic
Your essence
Lies between
The static.

If April is cruel
On account
If it's promise
Unfulfilled
Tell that to
Multiple
Meteor storms
Strong willed.

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 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?

Don't give yourself
Credit for yourself
It's everyone else.
Don't go to near to the edge
You'll fall off the shelf.

My mother is lovely
Let me get that straight
I know there's some people
Who will not relate
The Jimmy W telescope
Has captured some ****
That NASA does not know
What to do with it
Some analists think
It might point to the fact
That our entire universe
Is captured inside of that
Which cannot be possibly real
We inside a black hole
Or that's how it goes
Does that mean we can never be born?

I keep strange hours
Neither late nor early
It's not my fault
Time's gone curly.

If arses were elbows
Should they swap places
The problem remains
One of identification

When the smoke from the furnace
Gets more attention
Than the warmth it brings
How could you
Rely on
The glory
Of those
Past things
They go round the corner
And don't come back again.

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

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

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.

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.

What do you want?
Could you put it on a scale?
Are you sure that's
What you're after?
You could end up in jail.

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.

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.

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
?

Sometimes I feel
I can see through the air
Not the air
But the air
Beyond light
The one
That gives life
To the world that sits over
This Earth without blocking
Our sight.

The dreams of meals past
Visited me last night
And made me
Revisit all my waste
By Christ there was
A lot of it
Hard to take it in
Talk about
Repent in haste

Is it better
To **** little
And often
Or go for the
Bread and butter
Clean out?
I'm getting
Conflicting opinions
Down the pub
Cos you only get
So much mileage
When it comes to
Human silage
You'll get your
Comeuppance
There's the rub.

They'll go to the depths
Of your brain
When you are
Day dreaming
Drag up the thoughts there
Push em into the light
that pours through
Your east facing
big soulful windows
To be read
By them who have sight.

I was walking down the street the other day
When a spiny anteater dropped  dead right in front of me,
I kid not..

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.

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.

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

Gone but not forgotten.

Got my mojo working
Quite proud of myself
There were scant instructions
In the box
Some assembly required
Took me awhile
Was aware of the ticking
Of clocks
But there now it stands
Complete
By my hands
It's humming
There's a pulsating
Green light
Now what comes next?
Just strange drawings
No text
To use it
Might require
Second sight.

Llandudno is one **** town
Everyone I've talked to
Felt the need to throw it
Down.

The relative temperature of light
Is apparent to those that
Got arseholed in Spain
Fell asleep doubled over naked on the balcony
And thus exposed their fruit baskets
To the blistering morning
Takes awhile
But
The burn it keeps coming.

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?

There's a glass in my cupboard
That's seventy two years old
Sometimes I drink ***** out of it
To see what might unfold
It belonged to my grandma
It's a coronation relic
I've checked
It's not collectible
It's fate
Is rather hectic.

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.

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.

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

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.

They were pilling and raving
Now scrimping
But not saving
Blair's Britain's
Gucci loafers
Hoofed Em
Right in the spuds.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

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

A nun with a spear through her head.