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.

Skeleton walks into a pub
Orders a pint of Guinness
And a mop.

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

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 ******.

You flick a switch
On that socket
On the wall
You can charge your life
You can make that call.

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.

''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.

Come one
Come all
And gather round
Let us sit upon the ground
In the dawning day
As the warmth accrues
The birds awake
To this paragraph new
And the badgers slumber
Beneath the clay
Human progress
Not delayed
The horizon suffused
Orange and pink
To be alive
But not to think
The rising sun
Sings it song aloud
Oh look!
There is a mushroom cloud.

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.

When beauty gets down low
To speak to me
I think of you
Neath that shady tree

The chlorophyll packs the leaves so tight
The veins resist with all their might
To store life for the months to come
They greedily swallow the light

I remember laying in the grass
Our eyes on each other still
Your smile matched your pretty dress
The sun transited the hill

We didn't notice it's passage
Till we felt the chill
Till all was shadow
We stood and turned without a word
Our last day on the meadow.

I came here with my clay
Ready to throw down.

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.

Dark matter aids with the construction of collectives
While dark energy pushes them apart
Well that's what they reckon
They don't really know
It's the point
Where science becomes art.

JFK in 62
Said they would put a man on the moon
And return him safe
Before the decade was through
We choose to go
He said three times
And paused
As the applause declined
Then added
And do the other things
not because they easy
But because they are hard
What would we see on the turn of that card?
What could they be
These difficult things?
Unnamed
Undescribed
New ideas to take wing
To foster global entente
Would be a hell of a trick
Or did he just do it
To measure his ****?

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.

Call no man happy till he's dead
Call no man Flintstone
Till he's Fred
They seem
The same
Until contextualised
Call no man happy till he's died.

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.

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

Yer qwerty keyboard
Was arranged
Cos of the mechanical nature
And the way fingers catch
But its not the most efficient
Now that everything is flat
But they haven't changed it
Cos the benefits are minimal
Compared to reconstitution
And all of that retraining
Liminal.

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.

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.

When you live on the flight path
You forget it is a road
With traffic lights
And diversions
The sky holds a heavy load
You get used to the rumble
Of the setting down
And taking off
Just faraway from the Tarmac
You can brush them noises off
Like all the things  you won't imagine
Like that persistent scratchy cough.

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.

Let's do another line
Of powdered sleep
Swim the oceans
With Hypnos
Tumble down in the deep
Dream of beauty
And horror
And nothing at all
You feel it so real
Sure as you're stuck to this ball
When your dreams
Are mostly disasters
Which are usually caused by your actions
You awake
It takes a couple of beats
To realise
The current apocalypse
Isn't happening.

Eleven years ago
Tonight
As the early
Autumn evening sky
Had just begun
To dim the light
You ceased to be
With my hand in yours
Shouting your name
With no response
Then those angels
Gently laid you back
Speaking sweetly
As you went
A thin rivulet
Of crimson
The sign
That you were spent
So I'll think of you often
And I'll send love with this
On September the 19th
About a quarter past six.

A cat on a wall
In this oppressive
Evening heat
It still seems
So cool
While it's fur
Clearly
Gives no relief
But it full knows
What the humans
Don't know
Don't have a shout
All else
From humanity
Laughs
Knowing
What
Will
Come
About.

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

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.

Slow motion car crash
Circular firing squad
The efficiency
Of the placement
Of deckchairs

Herding cats
Clutching straws
Barking up at wrong trees
Knocking loudly on empty doors

Keep calm
And carry on
Loose lips sink ships
Do you hope to be
On the right side
Of apocalypse?

Imagine having to write
Jesus's autopsy report
You'd be there all week.

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 nature of hierarchy
It's there for a reason
Just take it with a pinch of salt
Or out your brains you'll be sneezing.
Ah ****! That's pepper isn't it?

That giant redwood you could drive your car through
The Buddhas of Bamiyan
The old man of the mountain too
Magnificent Palmyra
The docker's umbrella
Things of beauty
Sent off to landmark heaven
Wether
Time or vandals or poor public planning
They are all now gone
No more time they'll be spanning
As the recycle rate
Kicks on with new pace
Enjoy the things that you love
Before they're erased.

Sloppy drunk
Acting the fool
In Jackie's back yard
On a rickety  stool
Heatwave
Sunday afternoon
On the Bushmills straight
Feeling so cool
Looked around
I am here all alone
Laughed like a ******
In the gathering gloom.

It must have been
One hell of an extension cable
From the Hathor's basement
To the Giza power station.

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

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?

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.

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?

There's nothing scarier
Than a naked man
With a sword
And a *******

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.

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.

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.

121 years twixt the Montgolfiers and the Wrights
Then only 42  more
To Hiroshima
Going on that timeline
We should all be vaporised
So our demise must be less obvious

PETA say don't kick a robot
You can see where this is going of course
Transhumanism can't be delayed
It's what we about
It's what we do
its written in our DNA

What's the difference/distance
From an artificial hip
To a neural link chip
I shake my bonce
As you scoff
I hear Leonardo
As he Scratches his head
"What is this vision?
Alexa,off!?"

Father Time and Mother Nature
Conspired one drunken night
Off the rip
To meet again
Decades later
Upon my gimpy hip.

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.

When the ***** is all gone
Is it worth sticking around?
No more liquid shield
Against the drone
Of the crowd
Sober
Joyful
Participation
Might be a stretch
As you sweat and you twitch and you puke and you retch
Like that night you collapsed into and slept in a hedge
Ah sweet memories.

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

You can buy a vowel
On wheel of fortune
But pay with embarrassment
On this site
It ok to misuse
Them big long words
As long as they
Sort of
Almost
Sound right.