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.

The great God number
Is unfolding
In both
Time
And space
Just in time
For the changing
Of the human race

The Cromlech
Of Le Menac
At Carnac
Curves
And points
To where
We have been
Away from the merging
And the future
Serene.

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?

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.

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

Trevor the kempt
Was the old kings son
he insisted
On sartorial eloquence
Beyond farce
He died in his first battle
With a sword up his ****.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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 the wind
Follows your heels
Is it moving you round?
Or does it find you
Irresistible?
Prepared
To wander
The ground.

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.

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.

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.

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 bought a pair of shoes off of a drug dealer
I don't know what he laced them with
But I've been tripping all day.

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.

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.

How does a penguin build its home?
Igloos it together.
Cos penguins live in igloos.

Bad gateway
Bad gateway
Bad
Bad
Bad
Bad gateway
Bad gateway
Bad gateway
For you.

It's the fuel and the juice
It's the ******* excuse
Some say it's the fathers ruin
It was born of the need
When water needed the ****
To filter out some of the poison
It's was the grease
That we oiled
To forge
The forge
never spoiled
Where our models
Of the future rolled out
Some say
We should cut it
To the smallest amount
But you'll always find me
On the end of a spout.

It's held together
By good will
Spite
And the glue off a stamp
Like some crazy
Colossal
Ant bivouac
That senses danger
And immediately camps
Circle the wagons
Light the lamps.

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.

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

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!

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

The Holy Mountain
Had Christs for sale
The road to perdition
Had a basket of ****** Mary's
Blackadder sold fake holy relics
Telly and movies
Have a pretty dim view
Of the church's
Financial activities.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The brash
Confident leaves
Of late spring
And summer
Bursting with
Chlorophyll
Look now
Scared
In their wilting
As the end times
Begin.

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.

To all intents and purposes
The king died on his throne
The court gathered in their masses
He was far from alone
Flanked by his truest knights
He tried to stand
And hail the throng
The mob sweetly
Took his breath
To sing
His final song.

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.

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?

An old dog with arthritis
Walking in tighten circles
Moaning low
Dimming eyes
Loosening sphincter
Asking to be let go.

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.

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.

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?

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

I have dreamt
But not often
Of falling through the clouds
Of our largest neighbour
In the moment
It's not specific
But it gets it location
When I wake
And then
I'm still tumbling
Will my atoms
Resist the break?

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?

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.

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.

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