That memory you have sculpted
Though of course it was not you
Is starting to the take the polish
From being so often viewed
You used to view it as intractable
but you're beginning
To catch on
that perfect sunset
The day that you met
The moment your father died
Editing software
Gives a parallel.

How does love work?
The mechanics
The chemistry
Then the circumstances
The chances
The mystery
How does it maintain
When time lays down
It's sophistry
But then again
Look at all
Those
Whom
Are
Not into
Me.

The greatest
Road trip/odd couple/anti-buddy movie there's been
Each line quotable
Like nothing you've ever seen
Just as Butch and Sundance
Were running out of time
Forced transition
Layers on
Laughs
And
Poignancy
Sublime
Two men chipped
And polished
From very different stone
To meet as friends in the next life
As they walk this one alone.

In  an interminable tinny
Swirling queue
Thanked repeatedly
And quick succession
As I develop
Hypertension.

Laughter is involuntary
A knee **** so they say
Nexus to and exit from
The darkness
Way hey hey

What are you laughing at?
I don't find that funny
I am appalled
And your in stitches
To me that makes you scummy

Giggling or not at the horror
Wether Death,disease or blight
is something instantaneous
Neither wrong or right
Then weigh and mull it later
At your leisure through the night

We've got the Greeks
To thank for that
Formulating our condition
To laugh or frown
Or roll your eyes
Is not your own decision.

Them that score goals
Don't generally
Write songs
And if they do it's
Not often that great
And have you seen them songwriters
Upon the sacred field?
They at least
A couple o seconds
Too late.

If you've listened to to the rhythm
O the drivin rain
Telling you
Just what a fool
I've bin
Then surely
You can listen
To the retracted pain
Of telling you
I would begin again.

When the twist of the evening
Has twirled out of sight
Through the fog
The afterglow of fever
Felt all night
And on through the day
You still can't sleep
Take 12 pirinase
And you'll soon be on your way.

He crafted the world's
Most beautiful violin
It was also
The worst sounding
How could this have happened?
The difference
Both
Crushing
And astounding.

Frosties aren't Frosties anymore
They've changed their tack
The sneaky ******
They are now Shreddies
(The frosted one)
Sounds like AI Tolkien
The end's begun
Here I was trying to be healthy
A victim of marketing stealthy
Bracketed smallprint
Unbecoming
I still put extra sugar on em.

The pan is hot
The oil it spits
Yesterday's *****
Has given me the *****
If I drop it in right
I get those bubbles that I like
Thin and crispy
And crunchy to the bite
**** hot and salty
And peppery to the max
Each one o these tasty *******
A step to heart attacks
Though the greeze and the salt
Might stop me feeling rough
I'm going back to
New York City
I do believe I've had enough.

What ever happened to flashers?
You don't seem to hear about em anymore
maybe the amount free online depravity
Is enough to keep the filthy **** offs indoors
But surely the act itself
Cannot be restrained for long
It's that compulsion
That drives them
In open air
To swing
Their
****.

Butch and Sundance
The times a changing
The old west receding
Modernity raging
There's clocks
And watches all over the place
Well it's too late now
Said Sundance to Butch
The futures all yours you lousy bicycle
Butch replied
The sepia soon replaced.

Milney's got the lurghy
Milney got the vid
He's stuck down there in Kernow
coughing spluttering
He's One sick lid

He should be in the pool now
A weekend away from ******
No fine wining and a-dining
It really is a *******

But he's stuck there in st Agnes
ill with the doggies on the beach
Instead of rolling round
In cocktails
Fuckery just out o reach

I haven't seen a fox for a bit
They used to strut round here
Cos it fit
They ritual run through
On where they where goin
Route to the food
And so to they ruin

On polystyrene and MSG
They gene pool be knowing
It's not the best in terms
Of the growing
O size of they skulk
Maybe that's why I don't see em that much
Represented on the BBC

Ritchie Blackmore
On that white strat
that vid
Live between the eyes
Late summer 82

Just down the hill
From the Alamo
Pyro expected
And so given
from Ser Blackmore to you

Had it on VHS
The Beeb braoadcast it
At three in the morning
Got my autistic little brother
To set the recording

It's on YouTube now
And that's quite the relief
Was about to do battle
But it saved me the grief
From that box in the cupboard
Forty odd untitled tapes

They sit there in layers

And I haven't even got
A video player.

Roald Dahl's unexpected tales
Was inhabited
Mostly by fails
115 episodes
They put up on the clock
The vast majority though
Just made you scoff
Poorly written
With lacklustre pay offs

Of course there were fine exceptions

The Irish pickpocket
Lot's wife
And the lamb of slaughter
Showed how it could be
Just what it ought to
And then there was the sharpest of all
Spark a lighter ten times
Or lose a finger
As i recall

But on the whole
The lack of quality
Made the mind boggle
I much preferred the gory
Hammer house of horrors.

The terribleness of what you are
Cannot be viewed from afar
You've got to stick your head in it
Snort and gurgle your own ****
And when you high
On your fine farts
Tell the world
That this is art.

I knew a fellah called
Henry Dumbell
His son changed his name by deed pole
And died in a skydiving accident
Six months later.

Wrench what
There then
Up the front then round the back again
Over a bit toward what you want
Do a back flip into your own font
Talk to the ether
And expect an response
Take an audit of what you true want
Remember the thing
And then immediate forget it
The thing that you are
Is the sweat off the dickith.

Like Norm said
Through the voice of Billy Bob
It's fun to be a lone wolf
Except at wolf picnics
When you have no one
To enter the wolf wheelbarrow race with.

I love it when you're away
My thoughts turn so light
And so gay
I float on a cloud
Unfettered
By fear and doubt
Yes I love it when you're away

But then you come back.

Judge
Jury
Bailif
Death row guard
Priest 1
Executioner
Gurney orderly
Coroner
Private ambulance driver
Undertaker
Grave digger
Priest 2.

I've only had
One dog
That was truly mine
He got euthanised
When I was seven
To me he was hardly alive
Me auld fellah
Brought him back
From Lambourne
When he laid the roads
A fat beagle type mungral
Clumsy
But his love fully exposed
My memories are hazy
He exists now
Only in a Polaroid
From Christmas morning
Leaning heavy on me
In my cowboy uniform.

When you enter a glade
That stretches
Far and wide
Strewn with
Glacial erratics
Left there by times tide

If they be laced heavy
With moss
Then tread
Careful there
For that is
Earth's calendar
Beyond
Human care.

The depths o distain
Where you hold yourself
The heights o attain
Where you shoot yourself
The heart o the Brain
Where you make yourself
But the love you distain
That's where you
**** yourself.

If you don't feel hungry
Why eat?
Is that not the essence of defeat?
If You can't export it
Complete
The thing you meant to defeat.

The strait is calm
Now's the time
Row me out
To the isle of graves

The sky is clear
But not for long
Soon will the come
The dark waves

That make the passage
So arduous
And unreflective
I won't get my story straight
Time is short
And winding down
They don't like it if you're late

It's hard enough
With this skinny fellah
And his one string viola
His riff so harsh
And unrelenting
As to induce
Catatonia

Speaking of strings
I've got one left
It is taut
Yet resisting
I see the ladies
With their scissors
How long to still be existing?

Could this be the rain?
The sky seems dark enough
Could this be the rain?
In the still
Of near midnight's hush
The clouds
Grab the bright full moon
And drag it away
Over the curvature
So we might have
A new day.

When I post on here
Sometimes I give give it
A cursory scan and press save
Other times
I intensively re read it
Again and again
Line by line
Word for word
Until I'm satisfied
There's no mistakes
Either way
The flubs aren't apparent
Till it's loose
In the ether
There's blocks
And there's blinds
In my mental
Procedures.

South Park must have watched
The Life Of Brian
Liked  the 360  degree
Vitriol spraying
And then thought
Where did they get it from?
Spike Milligan.

Like Hunter's nervous recall
But the memories
Fall back
Not rise forth
To the time
When they were
Of course
Not the late sixties
Remembered in 71
But from this very evening
To decades long gone
To a place that was blurry
And hemmed in with fear
No sense of the self
Seemed anywhere near
So with the right set of eyes
You can climb up the hill
And see
The low water mark
Sitting there still.

I have a problem with timing
I can't do a soft  boiled egg
They either come out solid or slimey
As I hop from leg to leg
I know the time and temperature
I'm waiting with a spoon
But I drift off or go early
Ovoid perfection is doomed.

When the cab swerves
Between Judaism and Romanesque
That turn is on top
It could deffo get you wrecked

Just past the Rialto
If your cabbie ain't sharp enough
It could all go castrallto
***** ground into dust


But thank Christ that don't occur that much
You get home safe most days
The oversteer compensated
He straightens up For the front page
That could have happened
The day after the next
About some seatbelt deniers
Who ended up in a hedge
The latest o the dyers.

She had a thing for tapered candles
In a dildonourous way
Wick fully lit
On the end pointing outwards
Or So they say
But the same drugs
That fuelled her depravity
Sent her to sleep
As the flame burned on
stuck there in the deep
Luckily the candle blew out
And the wax hardened there
Once thought lubricant
Become sealant
Set standing there
And so the gods posed her
In an image so stark
An avante garde
Candlebra
Displayed in the dark

The Holy Spirit descended
Upon the ****** Mary's chamber
It was the 24th of march

"Oh hi H!" Said Mary
"Gabe',said you be comin round
But I'm not sure what we doin
His clues thin on the ground.
He seemed a bit flustered
So what is it you want?
He made it sound important
Kept staring at his feet"
H S stroked his chin
Dropped his kecks
Asked
"Do you know what this is?"
She said
" I cannot conceive "
He bade her hold that thought
He would make her believe.

Mama cass
Shoulda passed
On that ham Sandwich.

That's a horrible thing to say
When she passed
They was no drugs
In her system
And she deffo
Did not choke
On no ham sarney.

I recall the King Kone
I think that was its spelling
Like a competitor to the Cornetto
The 80's market now swelling
For high sugar poison
To shove into
yer kids
Although I've got to say
We've only gotten much worse
In the Classic
On allerton road
They had King Kones
Not Cornettos
But that's where
I saw all of my movies
So it's a microcosm
Or maybe not cos
Picture houses of a different stripe
Deffo favoured Cornettos
As they passed through their life
In short it was a war
That only one side was fighting
God rest the King Kone
The Cornetto ***** lightening.

From my lungs to your ears
And then hopefully your brain
The squishy bit in the midfield
That copes with love and pain
The Hypothalamus spreads
Joy and doom through the land
Secreting oxytocin  
From the pituitary gland

Not to be confused
With the hippopotamus
Which controls memory
Short term not bottomless
That might explain
Why we do it again
And again
Walking the line twixst
Love's
Heaven
And
Hell

You strike that flint
With a mineral ball
You tinder fire
It's not special at all.

All of a sudden
Is a phrase that
I keep thinking of
As if it
Could
Spark something
That would make
Me worthy of
The people who went
Before
Those that kept keeping on going
To give us this point
On which we keep failing.

Just made a big whacky lasagne
Had bacon and chopped roasties
But no onion
Neither mushroom
Nor basil
But I had the the right cheese
Squashed the garlic I had
Seeped through the mozzadool
******* tasty stuff
Had me down on my knees.

Got that sickness
Makes you sweat and shiver
At the same time
Makes your bones ache
Like they might vibrate apart
Nausea rises and swells
Just like Noah's Ark
Delerium not Tremens
Adrift in the dark
Is it night or day?
Am I hot or cold?
Like the ills of childhood
Like the ills of old
It'll pass soon enough
And then i will not care
That I feel I've been poisoned
And thrown down the stairs.

For them not taken sudden
By malfunction
Or malice
There seems to be
Some sort of acceptance
For most
Upon the approaches
As the world
Narrows down
From
What we call solid
To that we don't know
To nothing
Or back to
Some host.

If there's fifty ways to leave your lover
How come you only mention five or six?
Is that because a magician
Never reveals all of his tricks?

And if we live in the land of a thousand dances
What's with the paucity of description?
I'm starting to think these people
Just forge and deal in fiction

Or at least vast overstatement
Followed by unironic litotes
The limits of the form laid bare
Soon covered by the vagaries

Of broken hearts
George Throughgood
Projected a final score of
Two thousand
I'd like to see him
Name a tenth of them
The mans all mouth and trousers.

How much lacquer was enough?
As you continued
To buff
Your C.S.E
Final submission?
An eighties
Black and white
Portable TV stand
Perfect height
And footprint
Beautiful
Mortice and tendon
Stained just right
Forty years
Joints still tight
Now me ma
Keeps
Her landline
And Siri
Upon it.

Chistmas in prison
Christmas out at sea
Christmas round the in laws
Christmas alone with me

Christmas at the wainwrights
Christmas in the I.C.U
Christmas in Carcosa
Just the yellow king and you

He won't dress as Father Chrimbo
In his tattered robes he'll stay
As he eats all time and space
No prezzies he'll display

He won't watch vintage two ronnies
As the black stars rise
And in terrible twin sunlight
Your soul will be his prize.

They saw them at Mcminville
They had nothing to gain
Betty and Barney Hill
Experienced real pain
At Rendlesham forest
They ****** with the recruits
In Phoenix in 97
It seemed the governor
Was in cahoots
The go fast
The tik tak
The gimble
And the cube
The ******* huge triangle
But it's not evidence accrued
Cos they would have to land
At The Don's inauguration
And even that
Wouldn't  cure my
Constipation.

What ever happened to Selina Scott?
Like lady Di
But way more hot.

Shot through the hip
On Flanders field
Left to infect and die
As the quagmire
Slowly
Revealed
How quick it is
To mulch the young
To the Earth
Up pop the poppies
To show that
What was
Worth