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

Simon Munnery said
"All men are brothers,
Hence war!"
Brought forth
Straight faces
Gentle titters
Loud guffaws
Cain and Able
Romulus and Remus
And the Dasslers
Not forgetting of course
The bow legged Gallaghers
But sometimes it doesn't have to be that way
Angus and Malcolm
Matt and Luke
The Greenwoods
All displayed
You don't have to be at war
With your brother
Don't have to
Get smacked in the mouth
Don't have to
Go home and cry to our mother.

I heard an American journalist
Describe the United Kingdom
In nineteen forty four
As
A green and pleasant
Unsinkable air craft carrier
No poetry required
There at all.

The mark of your smartness
I failed of course
It meant the school
You got sent to
From central casting
Divorced
There's probably somat similar
In this modern age
But I've got no kids
So I cannot engage
On the way we educate
And who goes where
So I shrug to my fellow dummies
You'll  be fine
Ignore the *******
I'll see you over there.

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

We knew it was impossible
But it happened anyway
There was a lot of fallout
There was ******* hell to pay
We were glad it occurred
Despite the cost
Had it not
All would have been lost
Tragedy and triumph
Relief from pain
Just one slim chance
To begin again.

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.

Where's all this rain they keep talking about?
It not fell for awhile
But it's hardly a drought
Weatherman don't know what he's talking about
Where's all this rain?

You don't feel it yourself
What others think of you
And they rarely say it
Not within your earshot
Till its too late
Standing over your box
You don't feel it yourself

Some day a real rain will come
Like Travis said to the candidate
Been thinking of Firearms and Mohicans of late
The time has passed for scholarly debate
Some day a real rain will come.

Every man has his price
The incorruptible
The highest of em all
I can't remember
Where I heard that
The pride that comes
Before the fall
So ignore the fallacy
Of principles
And be a ******* rotter
Open up for business
Take
The biggest offer.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Haven't heard much
From the new Pope
Must be
Easing in gently
Port and ciggies
In the back
Of his
Bulletproof Bently
They say he's
Distant related
To madona
And Bieber
The question begs the answer
Is young Justin
A believer.?

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 ?"

I've heard there is a bus stop
On the old Kent road
On the roof o which
A VHS o Hellraiser
Was thrown

Someone saw it
And took a picture
And soon a community was formed
And more copies
The elements endured

Rain and frost and then thaw

A classic piece of art
Wether meant or not
You got to give to the cockneys
Some o them ain't *****.

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.

Does Hell exist for you?
And while we're at it
Heaven too?
They might be there
Outside the canon
Somewhat the same
But somehow unmanaged
Either vague bliss
Or dull pain
Played out for eternity
Again and again.

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?

My auld man
Saw a ghost when he was alive
In England's most haunted pub
Strangely enough
He swore he wasn't lying
Or that he was half cut
The ***** doesn't work that way
Unless at the extreme edge
Not in the middle of the day
When asked what the spectre looked like
He said "Just some normal fella."
He liked a joke Jimmy did
But in his voice there was a tremor
And a tone not oft heard from him
in point of fact not ever
His mates started calling him The Exorcist
A double meaning both were clear
For he'd visit you in the evening
And make your spirits disappear.

When Loudons in a mood
There's just nobody like him
Seems he could spit regret and bile
Ad infinitum
Found one of his CDs
At the back of the shelf
Still had its cellophane jacket on
A lot of dust it's repelled
It's one of them
My father left to me
Without knowing
Turned the case over in my hands
Tiny aftershock
Sweetly glowing
Seems almost a shame
To take its thin coat off
But it won't feel the benefit
When it's time to shuffle south.

My grandad lasted
Till 96
My auld fellah
Tapped out
At 74
Following that
Timeline
I should have died
Three years ago
Beat the house already
Oh what joy!

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

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

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

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

To know my shadow
Without the light
That casts it

Venal
Cowardly
Oh so tragic

To look true
At the self
The other one

Uninvestigated

Then know that it's half
Of Owt
Perchance created.

What is it your after?
When your just sitting there
Or just sitting there
And just ******* there
I've heard that's how some work it out

When working out
On the treadmill
Or in the ****** gym
The words for those
come buzzing
To the ear within

In a rowing boat
With a fishing rod
On a foreign beach
Half cut
After bumping
Into an old lover
The once open doors
Now firmly shut
And locked
And bolted
And barred

So what is it you're after
When you're just sitting there?
To obliterate a few minutes ?
Closer to not being there.

He's psoriasis
And cirrhosis
Got the tablets mixed up
But both nestled
In his ale gut
It didn't matter
A ****.

Do you walk round in circles
Do you know when  you're doin it
Do you talk to yourself
Whilst you eschewing it
Is there a way
To stop the step
Will charred flesh be helpful
Or could it be a salad
Nutrition is a bit ******* key
But is it really?
The ****** of refuelment
Is what we be after.

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

The timing belt
On the conveyor is loose
It jerks and it stutters
That won't be taken as excuse
And the boss man refuses to shut down the line
Got to keep his numbers up this month
Short sighted selfish functiory
Without any spine
So the drones work like drones
With staples and tape
And put their hands in the moving machine
Praying it won't break
Risking injury and death
Cos the job must get done
As the ******* sneaks off early
Away to have his fun
But the tales always the same
The line is bound to choke
Then they'll wheel in the next dicksweat
And trust again to hope.

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.

The buzz of the bite
The cinch of the choke
The Ah ******* and rolled eyes
After the punchline is spoke
The kindness of strangers
Abused and never retuned
The double ended candle
Through the night which is burned
The rub of the green
Takes you into the red
How the sausage is made
Is how your family gets fed
To refuse the mob
That's how your flag gets unfurled
So shines a good deed in a ******* weary world.

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.

Working both floors
Like Joe Calzaghe
A flurry unrelenting
The nous to back off a bit

Moulded from a lad
By his dad
The cool Enzo
Who took over
When his trainer
Went silenzio

Bolstered the gym
Raised two other
World champions
In the small town of Newbridge
How could that have happened

Pushed Joe
When he was not sure
On and on and on
His boy he implored

To look within
And find more than himself
Through bust hands
And self doubt
Till there's nowt left

Enzo knew
Joey was about
To destroy
Three killers
Before he clocked out.

Just enough arseholes
To keep things interesting
Yin pushes yang
You know
That kind of thing
Like the outer spinning arms
Of a spiral galaxy
They are on all edges
Seeking calamity.

When you pick things up
But then you put them back down
You've got to weigh them
In a way that
Gives you the right somehow
To be the architect
Of your dreams
To do it without care
Also yer own downfall
To roll round
In the ***** laying there.

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.

How would one do that
And why would you do it
Surely you'd get to the point
And then spew it
To press a button
And many people
Would be liquidised
The nature of connection
Would deffo de-emphasise
But of course not
What are you thinking
They grew up with bombs
And simple ******
Deaths the drink
They've been drinking.

Got arseholed and lost in Glasgow
Wandered off into the hills
Eons passed it seemed in stasis
Ended up in the Bootes void
Came to with a start
As I floated inside of eternity
Took me ages to get a cab
Then I woke in Central station
Laided out on a bench
In the lap of some fella
Called Rabb.

You know when you need a ****
But just cannot release?
Cos self containment
Is something
That will not desist
Then don't think of your bladder
Think of the abyss
Then there will no need
To move your
Photons
To this.

It's falling out the ether
It wants to find your 🧠
To slide down your 📡
Is it's exclusive aim
It exists to make connection
With you and you alone
No other mind  can house it
Cos it's come so far from home.

They reckon they might have found the ninth planet
After mulling two readings
A quarter century apart
They knocked down the likely influences
From about twenty to they think just one
Not quite a fine art

An ice giant
So they say
Rough five times our girth
Maybe between
Two hundred
To a thousand times
Further away
Than Our Sun
To this good Earth

It excites the boffins
Brings cosmology alive
As it drags those
Extreme Neptunian trans types
Out on a whacky ride.

Brevity is the essence of wit
Also grotesque laziness.

Tortured for no reason
By the Japanese
In response to
General ripper's
Grave entreaties
He suffered
The indignities
Without much rancour
The strange thing is
They make such ****** good cameras.

My ma would say
It's bin a funny old year
But I remember her saying that
Since I've bin able to hear
Or at least to remember
That I could do the same
Everyone does it
Everybody is to blame
We generally don't  demur
To the ones we deem smart
There is in em
The  truth
That we feel in our hearts
But do us a favour
And check the year's news
And see just how accurate
These ***** were with
Their  views.