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.

Distant
Attendant
Superior
Shitbox
Character traits
The type impossible
To deal with in good faith
To deal with in good faith
The type impossible
Character traits
Shitbox
Superior
Attendant
Distant.

That new oumuamua thing
That's passing through
Might pick you up
And take you with it
You
That's right
Just you
Show everything
There is to see
All the Kubrick lights
Every particle
That exists
And it wouldn't
Give you the shites
All the nuance
Of meaning
The boundless
Terribleness
You could
Understand
Every bit of it
And see nothing
But yourself.

A journey of a thousand miles
Starts with a single cough
Well it does
If it starts early morning
Followed by
A couple of hundred more.

I'm getting
A ****
Tattooed
On my ****
But bigger.

My brow ridge itches
It throbs
And aches
I can feel my family
And all that it takes
To walk my way
Round the place
Where I live
Three hundred thousand
Years
It takes
To forgive
All the things
We did in that gap
Now facing forward
We should know the things that we lack.

Pick a friend
Any friend
And shuffle em
Into the pack
Could end up in the front
Or way in the back
Might be lost in the middle
Or at any point hence
If your buddy holds the crown
Could you mount a defence
Of him and you
And his family of course
Would you see him on the battlefield
On his big ******* horse
For they say
A fully shuffled deck
Will never be dealt the same twice
So if youre planing a dynasty
Seek different advice.

How long could you laugh?
If your life depended on it?
Has to be heartfelt now
You're only kidding yourself
In a **** attempt to
Elongate the misery
If it weren't
Tickling yer cods
Hilarity
Waxed
And then
Waned
Spit out your last titter
See what remains.

AI ***** everywhere
Bin doin it meself
Why should we care?
More soak
And absorb
Than insertion
Will the precision
Of the tech
Ever hit the
True description
Of the spark?
Wether
Devine or not?
But one
That compels
Deep felt connection
To the heart.

The generalities
Of how we diagnose
Our children
Seem harsh
And cruel
But what else
You gonna do?
We don't have that much time
And there's drugs
To push through
Should we have let em eat peanuts
And lose a few?
Or medicate
Remorseless
Chemistry
Anew?

Cos it lives in your veins
And it crawls on your skin
It aches in your bones
Like some fell vitamin
And it alters your thoughts
It empties your bank
It drags to the light
All the things that you lack
It scatters your friends
They got their own trouble
tryin to deal with their own Jones
Here it comes! On the double

So you ask the question now dawning
Is the high in the night
Worth the cough in the morning?

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 your *****
Smell like
A fresh roasted chicken
All piquancy
And salt
And something
Indefinable
Something not your fault
And thy *******
Like a struck match
That can't be carbon dated
Fear not
You're just drinking
In the fair old city
The two
Deffo related.

When art
Drugs
And self importance
Collide
You know there's going to be
At least one poor innocent
*******
Who pays
With their life
Barrymore
Doherty
Aligs club kids
Spread deadly chaos
And didn't give a ****.

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.

Is 3I/Atlas
Coming to get us
Or what?!

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.

Have you got enough
To do it?

How's your supply?
Will it see you through it?

And those who
Gather round
Are they here for you?
Or just gossip bound?

Ration now thy scant resources
Lest there be some
Harsh recourses.

Conservation of energy
Conservation of thought
Conservation of my ******* self
When the real battles get fought
Contemplation of the future
Contemplation of the void
Contemplation of the furnace
Where atoms get destroyed.

What are you doing?!?.*******!?!?

Great
Holy
Easter
Bright
The week that unlocks the door to the light
In the six weeks since the pancakes and the ashes
Selected abstinence
To the Lord brings a confluence
A coming together of saviour and saved
Through the shared experience
Of gratification delayed
While he starved in the desert
Tempted by pure evil for forty days
We gave up chocolate
That's how the lord we did praise.

When everything's empty
When everything's done
How long will you linger
Before you move on
You tickled me there
Don't know if it was meant
But you smiled
As I ******
Beyond
Recompense
And now what are we?
What did we become?
As you walk away
I've got me eyes
On yer mum.

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.

I couldn't hear you cry
Underneath
My own obsession
Though
I wouldn't have known the sound
Beneath
What I viewed
As passion
It was easy
At the time
The things
I
Viewed
As
Prescient
Though they don't mean
Nowt to me now
There's not a chance
We could
Be begin again.

You literally can't do anything wrong on here
It's like playing the bass.

No one gets their milk
Delivered anymore
Supermarketisation
Has stunted the trade
Of the door to door *****
The randy Unigate agent
Has gone into the west
Bored housewife action
Beyond the behest
In 1978
27.8%
Of all kids born
Were the illegitimate children
Of a Milko
With the horn.

The house I grew up in
Is now a rental property
Students
Short term leases
And such
In the near
Four decades since
It must have had
Dozens more
Impressions
Wonder
If mine still
Hangs round there much.

Licking *****
Is. O course
The job you have signed into
When  it goes  to  
The thing that thing
Doth damage the plate we know
That stamps the truth
How doth thou it do
And then contemplate into
What We all die alone
That seems where we came in here.

Mark Rothko said it was always with him
No skull and crossbones needed
As through the canvas
You go swimming
He cared not for
Narrative
Or subtext
And such
Just how it made
You feel
Down deep
In your guts
The terror
The love
Overwhelming weight
That of history
And suffering
Belonging
And hate
Like smudged details of the universe
Doors without locks
A place he didn't put messages
A dead letterbox.

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 ******.

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?!?!?!?!!!!!!!

Hello how you doin where you bin what you doin when was the last time I saw you how's it bin where you bin how'd it go when did we last talk about life what's over there do you care what's the point where you spending the Christmas can you believe the strabismus of this ***** version o where we should be she  ovs not happy on this side o the ***** but why can't she just leave us alone?

When Bill Bixby
Came to television
To wander the wastes
The apprehension
Was palpable
1978

I was on vacation
In Butlins holiday camp
You couldn't get in the TV room
The hype was truly ramped

And when Ferrigno
Turned up
The whole place
Lost its mind

We licked the glass
And banged on it
It was so good
To be alive.

And that's without
Talking about
Jack McGee.

Any moment now
A light will descend
Better take some with you baby
Around the bend

It comes and goes
To them that really want it
I tell myself,I'm not one of those
Only time will tell
If I'm not telling the truth
I don't know myself
Well,how about you?

When left is right
It's left to better men than me
To chase the light around the bend

All those nights I just dallied in vain
All those nights I lay twisted with shame
Time is leaking completely unchecked
Time to cut your self free from this wreck
Time to digest and quickly move on
Time takes the **** out of us all.

I stood on a mine
It was in one of them movies
Where you ok
As long as you don't take your foot off
I've been here
For three weeks now
I've looked for every
Possible out
To maybe backflip
Away from the devastating blast
Or have a science
Save my soul at last
But nothing is apparent
I eat my last protein bar a week ago
My time is fading fast
I've **** myself five times
Lost count of the ****
Can feel my tendons
Contracting
I think this might be it.

Photon?
Aw go on
I don't mind if I do
Well actually
You've got no choice
It is essentially you.

Do you remember them **** jokes from the eighties?
Windsurfers do it standing up
Why should you not wear Russian ******?
What's the difference between Shankly and Sadat?
A lot of em ended up as
T shirts
Posters and that

That's how much we used to love comedy
It certainly boosted the seaside economy

Now laughter is suddenly checked
What you mean by that?
I'll throw a hex
After the initial involuntary response
It is now a bit dodgy
To lampoon a *****

The idea you can
Corral the chuckles
Fits I suppose
With a society buckled

But try cancelling
A rouge AI
It'll laugh it your face
And then plan how you die.

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.

Don't won't to sound
Like George Formby
But there's no other way
Lest you ignore me
Cos the reverse is true
When I'm drinking whisky
It not Through others lives
It's the **** ****
Within me.

When the swingball clicks
When the twelfth bell rings
When the landlord
Is tapping his foot
To ask WHY!?!
For the hundredth time
Will serve you
Not one ****
When the birds
Hunker down
And stop singing
All music gone
The pants stop swinging
Look on the bright side
It's a new beginning
To wander unbound
And alone.
Alone.

What do we carry across?
If it works that way
We've already started the trek
Can't remember which day

The valley that
Starts off flesh
Where we now abide
Becomes an amalgamation
By the other side

Do we take influence
as over we stride?

Or did we surrender that
When we started this ride?

Will there be
Self sacrifice
And
Selfishness still?
Or just
Unknowing acceptance
Having long signed
The bill?

Have you got enough
Till morning?
Enough
To make you sleep?
No dreams though
That's the trade off
Classified as
Sweet relief
From the
Drone and the roar
The pitch and the yaw
Nothing but
Restorative  slumber
Way past the dawn.

I have a lot of difficulty with physical intimacy
A friend suggested a book called how to hug
Turns out it was the fifth volume
Of the expanded Oxford English Dictionary.

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.

George c Scott
Tells his mega smart
Dolphin to go away
To stop the Feds
Making him plant bombs
Steve McQueen
Has to shoot his best friend
To end his torture
In the sand pebbles
Christopher Reeves
Sees the the coin
That sends him back
To the future
Away from his love
No one does
Stylised sadness
Like the movies
Your eyeballs
You'll rub.

I see it's Eazy E's birthday today
I'm reminded of that biopic
The bit about his
Final moments
I remember
In the picture house
His hospital bed
Harshly lit
Puts you back
In all them rooms
With all them beeps
And all them drips.

The tickle of the scale
On the fiddle
Up the spine
Applied just right
Is the
Massage divine.

The Tupperware lifted
Back to celestial cupboards
The leaves humming not
Just a couple of rustles

The sky a diluted icy blue
Dressed for the coming season
Nothing new

Laid out
Like some holy meal
You can almost taste the pale azure
That's how it makes you feel

Brittle sharp
And somewhat lethal
Edges get dulled
By soft soft clouds
For us poor mortals
Us poor people.

Joke shop hairy chest
Serpico sweat patch
I'm the 70's walking
Hepatitis
I must catch.

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.