When you've abandoned your vehicle and walked away the thing goes rigid the paint turns grey and when you see it from a dimension above all that's left is the marks o your love.

The cartographer coddled by the satnav
He used to be king of the map
But he's become so reliant on it
Feels He should hand his qualifications back

The photographer produced such sterling work
Unattainable to the average ****
Now his darkroom tricks
Honed over decades
Leaves all cold
who can't do that?
We all reckoned

The scriptwriter a decade back
Pretended empathy with the working man
Total automation was the track
No human error was the plan
I'm ok I'm a creative they wouldn't dare replace me
Besides he laughed
No virtual engine could capture
The eternal verities.

Feels like it hasn't rained in weeks
But there was
A spritzing just now
Lasted but a few minutes
All the clouds would allow
So there is that fragrance
That's hard to describe
Wet dust
Doesn't quite cover it
But it makes me feel alive.
It makes you remember.

It's time to get to grips
With a partial eclipse.

The way Bertha is described
She more woman
Than I could handle
You'll get more than
A Silent Echo
When you yodel
In that canyon.

"This guy asked me if I wanted a frozen banana,I said no,but I wanted a regular banana later on,so I said yes."

The Hobs of hell have to be operated
In a rotational system for maintenance and cleaning
Even though the work's intense
They're never exactly gleaming

Though the workforce is unlimited
And of course they get motivated
The endless drip of blood and filth
Gets baked on fast
Hard accumulated

The demon chargehands
Drive on the ******
With whip and fork and brand
But The broken barely keep up
In this accursed land

And so I think of childhood
With my poor mother near in tears
As she proclaimed the above Sisyphean task
Akin to cleaning
Behind my ears.

In the Indiana Jones movies
Spielberg uses a device
Where the heroes
Get pushed toward
Or away from danger by a crowd
Layers of meaning
Is his vice.

Point a political gun
At your friend
Demand to know
What went where and when
Formulate your argument
But like Marty put it
The time circuits are bent
I can't calculate it
Beware the knowers
Like Bukowski said
They'll tell you your fine
When you're already dead.

People talk of
Comparing apples to oranges
Like its some pointless exercise
But Apples are boss
And oranges ****
I wouldn't tell you any lies.

When your awake
Against your will
It's an encomposing thing
It seems as if
It will not end
Like last orders will not ring
And then the sun comes up
And realise you've slept
Self absorption
Is the crack
Into which
You have crept.

He's was drinking like a senior ****
In the bunker June 45
Staving off the foul inevitable
To face his actions
When alive
Half a mile from ground zero
Two minute warning
A minute past
Like Hetfield said
Take a look at the sky
For it will be your last
The terrible is arriving
see the widening infernal plain
They've traced the call
They are coming
To make him wear his blame.

The boy is ignorance
The girl is want
They pump from the wellspring
The human font
Beware of them both
If doom you'd destroy
But of the two
Keep a closer eye on the boy.

Your entreaties resound
Off of deaf wood
I'm up another tree
In a different neighbourhood.

Sure as death
Each shallow breath
Gets steadily
Less steady
As I see you
Drift into
The sweet eternal
Eddy.

''Tiswas a lovely lark in the park this mid day
Crap coffee  at the fountain cafe
Hippy busking the standards
Every now and then
Slipping in one of his own tunes
And that's the mark
Cos he wants to know soon
If the stuff he spews is worth a second listen
He trills off everyone who stops
To stop and listen
He thinks that this could be his mission
And he wasent bad.

I was told my poetry wasent literal enough
You got me there
In point of fact
It's just the wheezey stuff
One huffs and then puffs
But don't blow no house down
The ravening wolf
Who soft approaches
Wears his frown upside down.

Junior soprano mourned the ungrateful ticker
Hank pondered over the cold cold one
Yet neither
Kept theirs in a cage
Like yer man Cassablancas
Which was thrown in the ocean
Dragged down by the anchors
That he forged in life
Like our friend Ebenezza
Who thought the merry
Should have theirs
Skewered by the season
Poe got grassed up by his
Two sometimes beat tempestuous
Like **** and Liz
The Aztecs used to show it to you at the death
It will surely explode if you smoke too much ****
Solzhenitsyn summed it up there's nowt more to it
The border twixst good and evil
Runs right through it.

In the high heat of Persia
The land of off milk
And tainted honey
You can't tell as the feast begins
Your palate unsuspecting
You think it exoticness

They keep feeding you
Way past the bursting
With a funnel jammed down your throat
Then trap you between
Two hollowed out logs
With holes for your arms to poke through

Trapped in surreal crucifixion
You **** and you puke
Laid befouled in a traumatised haze
Then of course the insects and small animals come
After a couple of days

To begin the meal of a lifetime

The end has begun
Think of the torment to come
Laying there in the reek
Helpless as beasties creep
In darkness you weep
For there shall be no relief
As your devoured
Over a matter of weeks.

If you live amongst the trees
It might stymie the disease
That could otherwise
Rot out
The thing
You can't talk about
Away from
Awkward truth
And
The ungodly overproof
You might think
You could get out
The things you want to talk
About.

The ham sandwiches
You had as as a child at them funerals
Will never be beaten
Yes I know that seems crueler
Than the nature o what makes
You seems holier
Than the Pope his self.

Some days you feel good
Some of em are bad
At some point
There'll be two days
The best and worst
You ever had
Maybe they have
Been and gone
Perhaps they lie round the bend
Or you had one but not the other
No signs portend
But don't mull on it
It's not chapter and verse
Just compose a new mantra
Things can always get worse.

There's is beauty in the pipes
Or so we're told
So we would like
Wether
Stone
Lead
Copper
Or polycarb
Are in them liquid?or gas?
Perhaps a solid slow moving mass?
I feel quite confident now
They seem to be heading
Toward the Bar.

When things are getting
Worse and worser
But like Tony Blair
You can't go in reverse
Then it's time
To contemplate
All that you are
Maybe a handbrake turn
And the future be ******.

Imagine seeing your vices
All Piled up
Or In a crate
or a vat
The eternal filing cabinet
Lists that
The Stirling equivalent
Of what you paid out
Could have bought you a boat
And not a cheap one at that.

It's the night before they took him down
Imagine the damage
From when they take him down
The yanks of tired agony
Gainst the nails and the wood
The type of suffering
That is scarce
Understood.

The hell that's other people
Is clipped out of context so they say
Others stick to it's apparent obviousness
Simple misanthropia on display
Like an impossible inner housing ladder
We envy characteristic real estate
Which leaves us only sadder
In our current state
But if we got our desire
To move into someone new
The walls would all unwire
Foundations buckle too
The house would terrify us
It's feel it's sound it's smell
Someone else's intrinsicness
Would become our living hell
So forget all your envy
Cast off your wanton care
It's writ large in the small print my friend
It says
Buyer beware.

Just been watching
The Ten Commandments
Talk about almost immediate abandon
Mosses just popped up mount Herob
For a chat with the lord
And as soon as he was gone
They got out all the gold
Smelted it down
Shaped it in to a calf
Removed all their clothes
Got in the sinful bath
Soaked and cavorted
A good long while
All manner o wickednesses
They indulged in
Irony
Foreshadowing
There was about ten of em
And then Mosses
Came back
Aghast and almost rabid
He'd only nipped out
For a couple of  tablets

Nom de Guerre
Nom de plume
You and your mystery
Revealed
Not soon
Name the time
Name the place
Draw a line in the sand
Punch yourself in the face
Name your price
Name your shame
Name the things that you did
To cause all that pain
Name your kids
Name your dog
Name yourself
Yet again
As you sit in the fog.

Halton borough council claim I didn't pay to cross the bridge
But I did
William Hill's system crashed
And they were not taking bets
The blood banks after me
But I'm on a platelet embargo
Amazon once again
Have no record of my cargo.

I see my serial killer neighbour
In the sharp early evening light
It does him no favours
Looks like he's had a fright
He put something in the wheely bin
Took a step
Turned
And fished it out
Cast a look over both shoulders
Cupped his burden
Went back in his flat
He is so slight and skinny
A breath of wind could Leave him prone
He's clearly subduing them with drugs
Before doing what must be done.

Which bits of you
Are you ?
all
of it?
or none of it?
Or just a bit of it?
That somehow controls
Everything else going on
Pretty much all the bits of us
Are automatic and so thus
In which bit
Are we to find you?

In killarney and Tralee
It was made quite plain to me
That the blood of the land
Flows through every gland

I don't  think you understand
The power that flows through your hands
So put on your gauntlets
And sit on your paws
Before you way laste
To this land.

When you know what you don't
Written in an alien font
There is a way to describe
All that which is known
Unless what you write down
Is like throwing a bone
To the eager dogs
Who've been
Hungering alone.

I give you permission to despair
Wether left or right
Or just hanging there
One can justify the care
It takes
To really cheer.

Leonid
Taurodid
Rocks thrown through
This fermential lid
Twice an hour
Then a flurry
You miss it when you bow for curry
Or kebab
It's late night tucker
Eat the meat
Miss out
On  succour

We could sometimes see the Sun
Just before it rise
We would simply have to possess
The right kind of eyes
The ones that see round corners
Or over great bends
And capture past and future
As the universe expands
To the point
When it won't matter
The acuity of our sight
As everything moves so far apart
We'll never see the light
So to us
Creation will seem over
Long before
Darkness replete
When even
Venus is beyond our scope
Our loneliness complete
But of course that will not happen
The earth won't last that long
As our Sun Expands and swallows us
Muting our last song.

You say it was unbearable
But you bore it
Every minute
You were in it

Like a cave diver
Turned around
In silty water
You felt that this was it
Soaked lamb to the intrinsic slaughter

But look at you now
It's like it didn't even happen
When you emerged
At the caves mouth
Those that loved you
All were clapping.

The things that come out o your head
Are just skin cells you're ready to shed
Write them down on a page
And then let all the days
Be the judges
Of what you relate.

400 that's more than my dad did
He just did birthday cards.

I heard the video
Talk about
Deep Gravitational wells
It was a phrase
By which
I was
Deeply compelled
To imagine
Myself
At
The
Bottom
Of
It
And
Never
Again
To

What's that thing that you Yanks do?
From the civil war to World War Two
From Gettysburg to the sea o tranquility
That haunting sound gets driven into me
Through the smoke and swathed in reverb
The nations emotions
Sonically preserved
Uniquely you
You ******* own it
That old evocative
American trumpet.

Moon Cresta was Galaxians
And by extension Galaga as well
Sky Kid was Scramble
But they hid it pretty well
Street fighter was yie ar Kung fu
Though it made a lot more money
Hyper sports was track and field
Or the or the other way round
Memory
Is so funny
Some say Hunchback begat Donkey Kong
But that's a bit o a stretch
But nowt beats Asteroids
The original and best.

When even our core becomes sand
After its followed the crust
Mantle
And land
Then vibrates
To the far reaches
Would we be the first to go?
Do we phase up or below?
We'll be grains
So what would that teach us?

Today is the day
I have not been waiting for
A chance to begin.

There's no river so long
It doesn't contain a bend
Is a phrase
Both easy and hard to comprehend
It makes you at first dispute it
Then run the scenario
Up to the the point
You smile and say
Good lord
There you go.

It went so quick
From bladder to boot
Like a Haitian
Visited in the night
By the Ton Ton Macoute
That was stark fear
Knowing that this was the end
No compassion here
Just torturous ruin my friend
Some say with a straight face
Hilarity
Does the same thing
Poetic license
Served by fools
Is one hell
Of a thing.

Flailing Wildy in the dark
Panicked dance
Unlikely arc
Stunted verse
Backed up flow
Narrative path
Nowhere to go
So calm your mind
And stand quite still
Take a breath
Pick up your quill.

Birds don't fly they are flown
And fish don't swim
They get swam
There's a predestination
In all that we do
You'll see that when
Your race gets ran

It's a game written
So long ago
Way before
The big bangs afterglow
Unknowable programmers
Laughed up they sleeves
as they piled on
Unlimited code

But in the end you will be set free
As the electricity drains out o thee
And binds itself
To the omniverse
Recycled
So efficiently

These tariffs won't affect me
I never eat McDonalds
And I'm well sorted for
Depleted uranium ( previous regime).