You can't have any pudding
If you don't eat your meat!
HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING
IF YOU DONT EAT YOUR MEAT?!?!?!?!!!!!!!

Just past Easter 2013
Arlington National Cemetery
In the state of Virginia
After a long hot day of seeing the sights
Me and my girl
Wandered silent round the fields of the fallen

The unseen lights

The red not there
But certainly
The White of the crosses
Against the Blue of the sky
As Japanese cherry blossom
Around us did fly
Crested the rise
That is John Fitzgerald's hill
Next to Jackie and baby
Laying there still
We were alone
With what seemed like the Gods
In this most visited place
What were the odds?
We looked at each other through the eternal flame
Each told the other the future
Neither one was to blame.

That. How come you don't regress in a train
When you jump up and land again ?
Is a bit o a betrayal
It talks about
The way that we teach
The whacky constructs
That need more explaining
Than what we keeping talking
About
Again
Could we
Keep talking
To the end
Of which
There is no doubt.

Cheap
Silent
Disposable
Regrettable
Leaves a bit of a mess as well
Not exactly forgettable
Joy
Boredom
Irritation
Relief
We will try again of course
Though it always brings grief.

He was that drunk
He was reciting
Gilgamesh
In the original Sumerian
And the declaration o independence
Backwards
Like some
Autistic barbarian
Sloshing *****
On those around
A blessing
According to him
Baptism o scotch
saw his lecture begin
Which went on for time
And covered some ground
Revealed great truths
But I can't remember them now.

There's no way
I said
There's no way
There's no
******* way
Not today
I mean
There's
Just
No way
That
That
Could
Start
Here today.

The trees shake with fear
The beast is drawing near
You can hear
Its roar and rattle from
Afar
The bins will soon be empty
The dragon feeds aplenty
On our packaging
And food wastage
Oh la la!

What is there and what's it like?
Why is there something rather than nothing?
Simple questions without acceptable answers
Go on try it
Your head will be apopping
Maybe you can do it
But I know I can't
I start and trail off
Straight away
Cos I know
There's no commonality here
Trillions of notions
At play.

Beyond help
Beyond hope
Beyond care
Beyond grace
How come you're staring?
Have I got **** on me face?

I was reinforcing  concrete
In my dreams last night
Yet
I've never worked
On a building site
Though for a short time
I was employed
Ripping buildings out
Is it the collective unconscious
Chiding me?
Urging and directing me?
Less destruction
More Construction
Is
What it's all about.

If we could just keep our lacking mouth shut
Consider the planks in our eye
Sit in quiet contemplation with our cold heart
Hold two opposing ideas in our mind
Maybe not lionise the great Alexander
And his method of dealing with knots
Untie ourself from our surety
Let our blood flow through our brain
And not clot.

When the scotch be flowin
You know
You be knowin
That you made
The wrong choice.

Walk to the edge of the pier
Look down at the
Unreflective
Nature
Of
The sea
And hope
That
There's
Something within
That you can
Talk about
With
Some
Of your family.

Is that fog or steam
Misting up your dreams?
The details are there
But swaythed  in smoke
Laughing at the punchline
Without hearing the joke

Knowing where you going
But clueless about the route
You'd cut across country
But the terrain just doesn't suit

That old tree looks familiar
An that rock
And barn
Are you going round in circles?
From dusk until the dawn.

Something's whacky
Your face a solid frown
******* your senility
You've got your map
Upside down.

When the water
Comes
Above  
Your chest
Where the waves
Freely go
You know the
Pressure
Forces
Beneath
Your eyelids
That's when
You've got nowhere to go

The world with all its peaks
And canyons
From highest point
To lowest trough
Suits them that seek
Reckless abandon
And those
That  just can't get enough

If our planet
Got shrunk
To cue ball size
I mean really shrink
That sucker
It may well you surprise
Earth would be smoother
Than that ******.

The world is like
Your mother's ****
It's full of ******
Now
How's that for parlour tricks?

But all jokes aside
We live on hope
So please my friend
Don't let go of that rope
When clouds roll in
Faith get soaked
Then you desire to twist and choke
The shadows not certain
History I invoke
With your feet
You don't have to vote

I think I heard you
Bleat half a laugh
Between the sobs
And that's enough
At least today
It is a start
Tomorrow
Begins
With
Trembling
Heart

But we've been here before
And I hate to just spin it
But you bear the unbearable
Every moment
You're in it.

It's been a bit flat and murky of late
Like the country
Fixed under a cloud
That's not metaphorical
Political or arch
It's meteorological
But you know
Nudge nudge
Anyhow

But

The light and the air
This morn
Are truly a joy to behold
Like a childhood summer holiday
When the world was at peace
And all the sweet chestnuts of old

When freedom and sunshine
Stretched on endlessly
The morning telly
Exotic and grand
I think I'll turn it on now
And see if it's still there
Hopefully
ONCE UPON A TIME MAN!

There is a thing
You keep grasping at
The idea is hardly new
The notion
We all talk about
The touch
Twixst
Me and you.

Why would it start
On a Monday?
Seems a bit
On the nose
Wouldnt you say?
Surely it makes more sense midweek
To start
The Satanicness then
On behalf
Of those
Who believe
The goat
And all of his ways
Their aims
Won't be remote
But will be
Deffo believed.

That rabid Labrador puppy
Looks so cute
As he twists and retches
Contorts and stretches
Howls and coughs
Runs then stops
Bites his own hinds
Quickly declines
But lingers
In tortured agony
Begging for the mercy shot
That will not come.

He still loved the crushing darkness
Despite what he said about the light
After he got out of the hospital
Police work
Seemed no longer right
At least not for him
In his half butchered
And tortured state
He'd always been darkly comic
And loved a good debate
So he tried his hand at comedy
Though big laughs
He seemed to lack
There was always
One big ******
******* his trousers
In the back.

Stephin Merrit said
Every day in every way
I'm getting worse and worse
That must have been said before
Simple ******* in reverse
A fine counterpoint to Emile Coue's
Daft pronouncements
The late nineteenth century's
Proto Noel Edmonds.

Much will be wiped away
The rest will be all altered
He said it
Mona Lisa eyed
The only sign of faulter
Your home and chattels
Now belong to us
And of course
Your kinder too
You need our codes
To eat and breath
So what you gonna do?
He didn't say that last part
Though he really wanted to
Pushing forward
To perceived perfection
A techno-Buddhist
Stew.

He wanted you to switch off your brain
Shun analysis
And lean into the paint
Leave aside conscious thought
And all the things you aint

Step inside
Past
Layers
And
Layers
Feel the work
For he is not saying
Give yourself over briefly
For you will not be staying

On wall sized panels
Dark enough
For all to handle
You will know
The soft limits of language
As you stride
Into the grand ditch
And stand there alone

They ask
How far back should we stand?
As from left to right they scan
We are almost out the room
It's getting out of hand

He frowns
As his head it itches
******* all these
Sons of *******


"Oh! All the way back
About eighteen inches.".

There's 96 bags of **** the moon
Or at least that's what I have heard
Among other detritus
Scattered around
We gifted the universe
Some turds.

I keep meaning to get back
On the lions mane
To relay the nyalin
That the years have stripped
And cleared

Neural roadways
Are now potholed
It's like
Blackburn Lancashire

It worked so well
The time
I took it
Focused the fuzz away
But I keep forgetting
To retake it
At the beginning
Of each day.

If you doubt the Lords beneficence
Let me put it on display
Why did he make it so simple
For us to run and play?
Why does coal burn so easy?
How come cows move that slow?
Why is there fruit and nuts
And ***** everywhere?
Food on land
Sky
And below
But he made a slight miscalculation
Concerning
Numbers
Hubris
And greed
The experiment had promise
Till just now
Duly noted
He proceeds.

The nice things we had
Lay in a broken pile
Smeared in *****
And set on fire
We couldn't play quiet
We couldn't play nice
Despite persistent
And heartfelt advice
From us from
The future
In separate pods
Crying the blues
Shouting the odds.

Mum Ra the ever living
Your ma the ever giving.