The death's head dagger
Your grandad
Took off of
That dead ****
The scooter
From the chase
Of Diana's paparazzi
That banner that read
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
When George W
Landed that fighter
On that warship
In the Persian gulf
Good luck
Selling that stuff.

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

I'm on the waiting list
For surgery
The gimpiness
From hip
To knee
I've got a serious
Physical defect
For all it's plain
To see
Them *******
At the actors studio
Will be lining up
To play me.

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.

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.

I am that I am
Was that
Jehovah
Or
Popeye?
Burning bush
Or
Can of spinach
Where does that
Spark lie?
I think it was The lord
Not the sailor man
A claim for existence
The commencement
Of a plan.

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.

When one walks around
The things
All talk about
What is
And what
Cannot be
They
Make sure
The essence
Of what
You are not now
Allows
The things
You used to be.

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.

*******.

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

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.

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

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!

The provision of suicide booths
Would be like free air travel
For those who say
They'll leave the country
Should the other side prevail.

Will the universe
Select you?
Will it throw you a bone?
Cos not all
constituents
Get chosen
You asked them all
To just leave you alone
To float in the depths
Permafrozen
Is it because of your virtue
Or lottery like?
All notions
Of the righteous
Can get on their bike

Will you swirl
With the other dust
In ecstatic dance
Or dwindle to nowt?
What is the chance?

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.

Brevity is the essence of wit
Also grotesque laziness.

The city I live in is notorious
For timeslips
Walk round the wrong corner
And you'll be partying
With the Incas
Ah that doesn't work
Cos it time
Not space
I just think
I liked the rhyme
But even that's a disgrace
Does that happen to you?
In the middle of a ditty
You've got a direction
You want to go in
But the delivery
Gets all ******.

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.

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.

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

Dice don't really roll
They bounce
Adds to the
Uncertainty

The nature
Of the house advantage
Mixed
With *****
And stupidity.

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.

Each of these *******
Has hundreds of tenses
If you pair em up
They could be
A dying king's
Incoherent instructions
for last ditch defences.
              
Go Run!
Get Put!
Take Turn!
Stand Set!
Strike fall!

I die! Uuurrrrggghhh.

My liege?!?!?

What does a priest keep in his allotment shed?

Lettuce spray.

A chance to get mangled
A chance to make friends
Dive fast and deep
Then come up again
Steep
Retain nitrogen
Get
The
Bends.

To fall
When they
Say you should
And bounce
Off of
What they think
Is good
And bring back
What
Is clearly displayed
To the all
And then
To the good.

Before I hit my head
There's was a fog
That hemmed my vision
Myopia
Was my guide
To every poor decision
Since the blow
The mist has cleared
I see so clearly
Panoramic
But still
I lose each bet
Constantly
****
And tragic.

They don't care it dooms them
They don't give a ****
Oft portrayed as the earths saviours
They're just nihilistic humps!

Computer!
Make that 7% more convincing
No more than that
Don't want to raise suspicions
If we are to manoeuvre them
It's quite the subtle dance
Through the sun dappled forest
Where memory gets enhanced
I want to see
If you can make them cry
Or perhaps nostalgic
The biggest of the lies
Goosebumps
And
Raised neck hair
Is what your after
Maybe the feel
Of sand twixst toes
Upon the ancient shore
Enhance two twenty four
To one seventy six
Consolidate image
Centre in and stop.

What the world once was
To walk upon
Still Now largely is
But that will
Soon be gone
They make the future
Boil and fizz
We're in a moving
Waiting room
While they
Fix the horizon
Through frosted
Reinforced glass
so our fate
Might be surprising.

I wanted to start
An  impractical charity
Based on the amalgamation
Of two existing organisations
I decided on
Blind dogs for the Guides.

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.

The Pythons
Refused to mock Jesus
His words
Inescapably decent
And true
Just the malaise
That followed with him
It'd happened before
Made anew

All the pro
And the anti

Every sycophant
And cynic
Accrued
Before the lacking
Made it all cliche
Before the naysayers
Shouted abuse

The golde rule
Of love over hate
Should surely have never been up for debate
Poorly copied by charlatans
As ****** berate
Just like they did to Elvis
After 68.

I bought a Labrador puppy
And he grew disloyal
There's limits!
He seemed to growl
Sided with my enemies
Stymied my plans
And so
It seemed his distain
Grew stronger by the hour
He's plotted with the pigeons
Connived with the crows
They form a pincer movement
And close in
Is this the end
Do you suppose?

All are certain
All are sure
Skin slides
Off flesh
Bones
Fall to floor
Blood pools
In dirt
**** thickens up
Then **** dilutes
We've had enough
To merge
With what
We brought
To fore
All are certain
All are sure.

Is the nature of expression
Just a collective
Jumping off point
A result of tickling
Our unconsciousness
From sullen back to noisy front
Ejected
Deep within
To without
After Previous
Shoving its way in
As we went
Ambling
Through the cloud?

I just seen my footprints
In the snow
Good lord!
I walk funny
Like the left leg
Doesn't like the right
And won't look it in the eye
The problem is the hip
Denuded of articulate cartilage
The grind and weakness
Make my gait so obvious
If it gets much worse
I'll be walking round in circles
Getting more pathetic
Like an inverted turtle
When I look down
At the frosty prints
It's really quite a shock
If you want to know what time it is
It's always nine o clock.

To crest the hill
Then down again
And do that
On repeat
If you see
Something new
Each cycle
That's really
Quite the feat
A way
To stave
The ennui
To brace
Gainst
Earthly care
Then come to terms
With the notion
That no one knows you're there.

When you turn up
With nowt to say
But can't
Leave the keyboard
Alone anyway
What do you say?

An ounce of fat
Why
Would you want to
Extracate that?
I don't believe
It would balance
The facts
Of what
I done wrong
Unless
Of course
It's trauma
Mitigated
From me to you
It's a two way
Switch station
**** thrown
And rubbed
In the foul
Confrontation
When back at home
There was
The harsh
Revelation
All we are
Is the touch
That we have
Best
Grab the bleach
And get in the bath.

I love terrible weather
But it always passes me by
I should go and work for
NASA.

Digging through my CDs
I keep finding
Two copies of the same album
Then I remember
Ah ****.

When you pick up a string
Will you follow or pull
Reel in the years
Else walk back and mull
Then again
The best course
Might be
To drop it and run
Toward the horizon
And whatever
May come.

Drukenactivity
There I just made up an new word
I know you don't agree with me
But that just makes you sound absurd
Cos the activity o the drunk
And the productivity
They sow
Makes you the biggest
***** that
I have ever known.

It starts early
The reverie
Of making it pro
The yawning maw of the Kop enthrals
All that hold true
To the way of the deep red
Hoping against talent
But not time
The impossible dream
Against reason not rhyme
It goes away
When the calendar balances
Still now and then
You drive a sweet one
As the defender advances
Into the bottom left.

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 you went on
Who do you think you are?
And found out
Your great step uncle
Was a high ranking ****
Or a distant cousin
The head of the Stasi
Would you feel complicit?
Even though your bloods
Arent that near
Cos it seems
Some of mine
Were Lodz ghetto
World War Two
Profiteers.

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.