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

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.

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

From Cheltenham last week's
*** of gold and of honey
Sharp Willie Mullins
Still counting his money.

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

A reverberation not heard
At least not for awhile
Though you never
Sonically perceived it
Deffo made some people smile
Or even reverse snort their cornflakes
In nasal agony
The non reported sound
Makes this gaff more empty
Though a showboat is not off the cards
He could be waiting in the wings
To rush the stage unexpectedly
Rebound the whacky wonderful things.

The young
Talk so flippantly of death
In their video games
And pop tunes
They posit heart attacks
And dying tonight
Disconnected
From
The Reaper's loom

The old
Sing so sweetly of love
The
Woulda
Shoulda
Coulda of lt all
Dusted with
Advancing decrepitude
As the brown leaves
Turn and fall.

The influence
Of the self
On the self
Is not generally
Accepted as defined
The self itself
Not even definite
But that way
We're inclined.

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

This well has a bottom
But it's so far
To fall
You die of starvation
Before
You hit the floor
With weeks to think
About why
You plummet
You surely
Could compose
Many a Sonnet.

Is that thin gravy
Or black coffee
That half empties my cup?
It's been there awhile
It's looking a bit rough
Don't give it a sniff
Grasp the handle
Take it up
Drain it down
I'll know soon enough.

He got dragged
Out of a crack house
To go to his dad's funeral
They took turns
Proping him up in the church
They made him
Have Communion.

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.

Some disagree with the timeline
Say the Romans didn't go for big blocks
That it don't jive with their efficiency
Always against the clock

Some claim it was Alexander
About three hundred years before
Some even say its impossibly ancient
Posit lost civilisations galore

These shouts are fantastic by nature
Fly in the face o evidence compiled
By generations of strident experts
Disputed by casual tourists
Modern lazy thinking defined

Their points are stretched and wooly
Methodology sketchy at best
The work has been done
They're just having fun
These dolts
The paladins detest

It cannot be true
History has been proved
by research constant and heavy
That's correct I suppose
But Lord heaven knows
thats what they said bout Gobekli Tepe.

I went to work one Sunday morn
Overtime bound
My demeanour was still drunken
My eyes cast to the ground
I trod my way down slater st
On full auto pilot
My guts all away
The puking might be violent
I passed a dropped kebab
Perfect and untouched
Thought/loook at that,you don't see that much/
Then strode a few paces more
And scarse believed my eyes
A host o filthy pigeons
Manically alive
In a ghastly circle
They dived and pecked with glee
At a pool of human *****
To an alarming degree
I stopped and looked back
At the dropped kebab
What do they know
That we don't
What is it we lack?

Been digging through CDs this evening
Might sound like the vynl version
Of me dad
But that would not belong
Because he didn't
View music like that
Been grabbing random
With all due abandon
First Johnny Corndog
The giant Sand
Then Black Sunday
Cypresshillian  demand
Scot Lavenne
The Dust Junkies
The Beatles
And then the
Realest Of People
That makes
oasis redundant
Which turned into
Cohen.

Concentrate on business
But focus
On infinity
They were keen on that
They really beat it into me
But the ring
Turned full Left
Leaves your foreground
Smudged and fuzzy
You can't see
Your way clear
To the good times
Always coming.

Monosodium glutamate
Applied with
Equal
Love and hate
Is the
Sweet reverie
That's beyond the debate
Of spicy fried chicken *****
Rolling round on my plate.

The ancient Egyptian elites
Took an army o dolls to the west
Each had a role
To fulfill after the rest
And then life beyond
What was known
Each defined by a spell
The master never alone
Free to enjoy his boat o millions o years
While the Shabti labour
And absorb
All his cares.

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

The way of life
And executing a Will.

Been watching
These yankie police bodycam vids
Yeah i know
Thats some low hanging ****
Both funny and depressing as ****
***** and drugs are involved
Every time that you look
At this classic behavioural sink
At first you assume
That their attitudes just stink
But then you realise
When in this state
It allows one to access
The Demons Of Hate
They live just outside the blood brain barrier
Once a level is breached
They attack like a harrier
It's that dimension
A Planck length
Off of your skin
The horrors of the Cosmos
Drew deadly in
Then released in our world
In repetitive spite
But they don't stay long
Steals a lot of energy
Leaving their host
Aghast and incredulous
Like post nut clarity
They often poignancy invoke
One mumbled
"I'm a cancer researcher,that's why I smoke".

Townes Van Zandt
Had electroshock therapy in his youth to deal with depression
A miss prognosis
Cos they just about wrecked him
120 volts is generally the dose
But it looks like they upped it
And so cooked his goose
Memory loss and despair
Followed him the rest o his days
It's really no wonder
His songs are so great.

The whole room swathed
And so moodily lit
Back when smoking
Was smoking
No one coughed
Not a bit
Like fat little zeppelins
They pumped out some fume
As the replicants
Gripped
By existential gloom
Studied the humans for weakness
Time to die would come soon.

Sam and Dianne
Tony and Carmela
Vera and Jack
Bobby and Shiela
Boston
Jersey
Weatherfield
Liverpool.

Do you ever try to think
Like a dog?
Try to log the way
They follow your eye?
In the way the cat
Fully denies
Any claim on love
And the budgie longs to be free
He can't believe
Your niave cruelty
And of course
The goldfish
Wears the crown
Of
Our
Selfish
****.

Do you remember
Chorlton and the wheelies?
Through the mist
It comes quite freely
But probably not that accurately
My friend

There was an angry
Welsh Witch
Cruel but unarousing
Like a some Marxist
Maggie Thatcher
On the prowl
But Chorlton was
Neurodivergent
To him it was not urgent
To seek vengeance on blodwyn
To make her howl.
But that only made her worse
To spit bile and curse
Which always led to her downfall



Clearly he won every week

When life put love to the test
When all the buttons got depressed
When the magnetic tape got stretched
When I was a no good wretch

The tablets took their own sweet time
I was a selfish drunken swine
But you got through
And down the line
We put it all to bed.

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.

When you're in the subterranean chamber
That must be quite the feeling
In that tiny bubble
Just above the ceiling
grows a hillock
O the local limestone
A hundred foot above
Topped by more o the same
Blocks two and a haf million strong
Times approx two and a haf ton per block
Could be six million ton all told.

I'd **** me self.

How many moons are there?
Let me count the phases
No two faced duplicity
With this one
Always the same pockmarks displayed
She's got an extensive wardrobe though
A range of colours styles and cuts
Cycling through the fashion seasons
That creation did entrust
There seems more costume changes
Than when I was a kid
Maybe she's just got a better agent
Got to grips with this internet biz.

Just watched a ***** in which
A young lady has *** to *** relations
With several young enthusiastic gentlemen
In the back of a 1930's vintage roadster
It was called "******,****** *******."

I met a lady in a pub
And we got on well
The chat was easy
And flowed both ways
I could feel a connection
And I think she did too
The time ran quickly
The last bell rung
Our eyes met
And the lady said
I've enjoyed speaking
To you
I've haven't laughed
Like that in ages
I feel you felt it too
She said
I'd invite you home
But I'm on my menstral cycle
I'm replied smoothly
That's ok queen
I'll follow you home
On my Honda.

I did not issue
And I'm not that sorry about that
But to those who did I tip my hat
they did the work that I would not
With  faith and love
That I could not
Bring  my self
To bite the bullet
I was not able
To stand upon it
And I'd do it  again
Cos what you are so rarely changes
We set our path in certain ranges
And though I would not readily leap
I say
I still hold my manhood cheap.

You need something to ang
On to in ere
Stop you goin under
Can't buck the system
Mad to try
But you can
Lift the heart
With the occasional
Little victory.

Bald cat with no money
Gets on a bus
Driver says
Where's yer fur/fare?

I've had enough
But I won't stop
Till I'm chewing the carpet
That used to be
But times left me
In a state
Of low energy
And ennui
The urge to surge
Now seems absurd
The floor tilts up to put me
Back to bed
To wake restrained
With smoother brain
And pass go again.

It like going to that new David and Goliath movie
And them wanting you
To be shocked at the result
Some entertainment
Shows right in front
Well it doesent show you
But you come preinformed
The curse of the biopic
No story forestalled
Especially if your a fan you tut your way through
You know they didn't do it that way
You wonder why they don't sue
Or at least their estates
Jealous guardians of legacy
Or money grubbing shysters
Rolling round in ignominy
Just look what the *******
Have done to the work's of Tolkien.

What's gotten into yer
What is it that blows you away?
You had it so straight in your head as well
The family were there
Ears cupped
Filled with care
Determined to get your back pay
Industrial accident
Your ******* in traction
The boss man keeps
Laughing all day

I knew a spiv
His was called walker
His first name wasn't Andy
That good old boy
Was nothing but dandy
This man a corker
Every meeting a con
And there was a war on
While Mainwaring fumed
Morality he eschewed
As he pedalled his wares
Double standards accrued
Jones the the Meat
Subserviently concured.

Is it a good idea Tibet with your life?
And
The State they leave the place is Nepalling.

Will the days
All fall away
Or is it
Just this one
Here to stay?

Sparhawk threw an SG at me
At least that is
In my memory
He took a couple o turns
Before the release
Like some hammer thrower
Afire like a beast
The road crew
All lost they ****
They could not believe
The fire he'd lit
But no one got hurt
At least that I know
They came back
Twice more to ******
The show.

How many electricians does it take
To change a lightbulb?

What does that word mean to you?
If it exists
Which it doesn't
So let's reality eschew
It deffo means somat
To everyone what reads it
Like being in the well
Of the world's biggest cathedral
Lie on the floor and look up
You feel every pound
Of the rock
That was shaped
To make you feel this
And what's wrong wid dat
A nexus built
To make one emote
The thing bigger than you are
What you are
When that is felt
Let us feel it
And then repair
To the bar.

A moth goes to see the foot doctor
He just flew right in.

Chiropodist said
What can do for you?
My winged friend
You know you're looking  pretty blue
What could I do for you?

Moth said
Doc I don't know where to begin
My life is framed by cowardice
Shame and sin
I lost my wife this year
She succumbed to an illness that she kept
Hidden from me
Right till the end
My daughter won't even look at me
She says I lack
All integrity
And I see cowardice in my sons eyes
It's the same I see
Staring back from the mirror to me
Every morn
And then I go to my job
I work for robots and I'm governed
By ghouls
I'm one of many millions
Of credulous fools
I keep loaded gun
Cocked and ready
On my bedside table
Should I
Develop the *****
In short doc
My life is a swirling toilet
That refuses to flush

**** me!
The chiropodist said
My friend you are clearly in need
Of psychiatric help
But you must know
I'm not qualified
To prescribe
The medicine
And therapy
You need to survive
So tell my moribund friend
Why did you come here
To consult
With a doctor of feet?

The moth said
Because your light was on.

He said,
Oh my god it's ****'s enormous!
Looks like it fell
Off of a brontosaurus.

She said,
Look out love,
It could knock you down!
It could quite easily level this town,
Glass and rubble all around.
My god it's gonna **** the town hall!!!

Chewits
advert late 70's.

When your buddy
Sets up
An elaborate joke
With an international
Recording artiste
Done with skill
Thats completely
Bespoke
Then the only way
To view it
Is from the status of love
Because that's the way
He was thinking of.

I have not been what I should
Nor done the things I clearly could
I did not try to grasp the nettle
Instead stared blank into the kettle
Which of course did not boil
Still water with no hint of roil
I was and were and that still more
A passive shadow at your door
That would not knock
For fear of answer
A fool who would not take his chances
Deported to the moon
To forever sit
Infinitesimally
Buried
In
Regolith.

"You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat,you'd have to be a man to know how good that feels"

Leonard Cohen "Recital" radio city music hall April 2013.