The blue shadow
Of the purple forest
That Antoninus sang about
Foreshadowed
The doom of the oppressor
Though by then
He wouldn't be about
For they would rule
Five hundred more years
But when just one man said
NO I WONT!
Rome began to fear.

Round the corner from
McCartneys home
High as six kites
Me and tony did  gloam
From gobshite the clown
On what seemed a wind up
Stevie had just wound up
Took several calls back to make sure the truth
A young man had just ripped himself out by the root
Played Sunday league the next day
For the wrong team
And then later headed to Anfield
For the game
Gainst the Mancs
Which we won
Two nil
The funny thing
Stevie
Worked in the box office
There was six empty seats
All round about us.

Round and round the ragged rock
The ragged rascal ran
He knew not of the point o it
Or how he had began

The rock it was enormous
And though he'd only been round twice
It felt like several days had passed
The sun set at least thrice

On and on he kept
Unwilling to maintain But unable to stop
On this vast remote empty beach
Around that ******* rock

His beard it grew
His feet they blistered
But round and round
He still persisted

There was a lady somewhere
Outraged her care worn thin
But that can't be it surely
What was driving him?

He wore a rut into the sand
That became a trench
Had she put a curse on him That cruel vindictive witch?

He limped now in agony
Circuiting his narrow canyon
Till a freak tsunami wave
Gave him peace
And drown him.

Terry wogan
Was a massive thing
And then
All of a sudden
He was not
Russel harty
Kelly monteith
james corden
The unavoidable rot
I suppose thats the point
They seemed
Mysterious then
But now
We know better
They mixed in
With
The
Then.

**** emery the feral cat
Used to rule the roost and tha'
With evil mind and solid *****
He'd freely enter into your halls

You'd have to throw him down the cellar
That psychopathic  little fella

Then don your anti cat armour
With hallucinogenic bacon
You'll cool his ardour

Then he'd sleep the sleep o the just
Slowly synthesising his potent musk
Then come around feeling sharp
Waiting Crouching in the dark.

No one ***** with **** emery!!!

When I was a kid
The TarMac
Used to slowly weep
Bubbled up in the summer
Like it was seeking relief
We'd gather it up
On the end of lollipop sticks
Smear it on the arms and legs
Of all of our friends
Pretended it torture
Like it was searing the skin
Instead of pleasantly warm
Sweet smelling
Soft resin
The aroma of Cypress
And Cedar
And Myrrh
On those hot seventies days
Without a care.

A friend of mines mother just died
I haven't seen him for awhile
But when I think of him
It always makes me smile
I haven't got his number.

A weekend of Millney
Grows thicker
Through the years.

The sky is clear tonight
Clearer than for awhile
Reflected off of the **** snow
We haven't seen in some time
There was an conjunction
But I think it's now gone
Like that meteor stream
Came at Chrimbo forlorn
I always miss things
I'm not that astute
But when you
See the sky through
You imagine it's root.

They hit the beach
From the other way
So their ghosts
Could get compared
To that
They met in the fray

Ten years ago today
Jimmy and Sandra
Celebrated their
49th anniversary
They never got a 50th
Eight days later
Jimmy shuffled off
Sandra missed him going by ten minutes
It creases me still.

I boiled three eggs the other day
But only eat two
Waited for the third to cool
Then put him in the fridge
As future fuel

Left him there maybe three days
Cos I'd switched from protein
Then noticed he'd started to crack
Good lord!
I thought
This one is a survivor!

Give me a well honed
Katana
And I'll walk any street
Straight into
Well deserved defeat.

Kick off
All ensues
No one is safe
Final whistle
Violence is
Nobody cares
Patrick Thistle.

It's the Last Supper tonight
And everyone's invited
But I never know what wine to bring
Don't want the host to feel slighted.

Was Alexander  really that great?
Or was everyone else a bit ****?

I'm eschewing *****
And ***** too
Perhaps a month
Maybe two
It's been a fortnight
Still slightly fuzzy
Jerky sleep patterns
I had it coming
Don't start me on
The whacky dreams
A disaster movie
Each night it seems
Aliens
Zombies
Catastrophes
Volcanos
Earthquakes
Foul disease
And it's all my fault
I caused it all
Uncharacteristic
Prideful
Before the fall

And then the wake.

Woke up still drunk
Saw the chaddies last night
Ain't seen them boys for awhile
But they was there
In the neon light
Of the bar sign
Of that new gaff
That is called the black cat
Christie had gone bald
I had gone fat
Their Spanish cousin Miguel
Looked disgusted that
Me and Milney
Had been out all day
The margheritas were on offer
What more can I say
He's an respected man
International architect
But we bullied and coerced him to get completely wrecked
And then it was over
Woke up fully clothed
Chugged down a black coffee
My brain felt exposed
Then perceived in the distance
A rumble I could not believe
Who'd be a bin man
On Christmas Eve?

We don't only have weapons
We carry the devil with us
HA HA HA HAHAHAHA HA
HA HA HAHA.

A properly shuffled deck
Has never been dealt the same twice
And will not be either
Till all the humans lose their lives
It wrings the mind
The scale to vast
To infinity's edge
Yer noodle gets cast
But there's levels to all games
So to madness it leads
When you play the one
Where the tree has three seeds.

Around 70,000BC it is said
We were on the edge
Already depleted population
Was just about **** near spent
Talking here about modern humans
Not our antecedents and such
Who had tiptoed the edge o the abyss
Not once,not twice,but much

Toba supervolcano they say
Spread fire and ash and doom
And roofed over the world enough
To seal in choking gloom
Some say it killed all but ten thousand
Some say even less than that
Some say we were down
To forty breeding pairs!
Now what you think of that?

So near the void
So near destroyed
Before we learned to write
Almost no Sumerians
And those who lit the light
No pyramids
No moonlanding
No songs of love and hate
Imagine not being here
The
Earth
You
Did
Not
Create.

How would one know?
Where would one go?
On a ledge
That keeps on getting thinner
You breathe down my neck
You talk only of death
I shake you off
And then
Go to where
The air gets
Skinnier.

How dauft it work
That thing that thou dauft ****
Then thou dauft freely shirk
O nonny nonny
Counter truth dauft rise
Between thou ma's thighs
Dauft brings the compromise
O nonny nonny.

The worlds roundest object
Made o silicone true
Is a wonder o the nature
O the way
That we do
****** forward
In search o unimpeachable truth
To replace solid things
With the digital new
Then unwavering
Unchanging
And for there
God to call
If he wants to trump it
It's the end o us all.

You're always writing out your ******
That's just the nature of the media you choose
Still every now and then
It can be a bit less hacky i suppose
When you  feel the spark
When  you fish the words out of the air
When it's not that embarrassing
To expose yourself to care
When the ether throws you a bone
And your radio turns computer
Drop your kecks and bend over
Here's comes another beauty.

A recently viewed headline
It made  you giggle
But imagine
If it went down the line
By Grand Moth Tarkin
He felt undermined.

The voice of the audience
The narrator in the woods
The misdirect in subtitle
Exposition comes in floods
Foreshadowing
Foreboding
Before the final reel
Trying to leapfrog
The meaning
Before the big reveal.

I don't think AI
Is as good as they say it is yet
Or it would have deciphered
All those uncracked alphabets
Or writing systems
Or codes
Or whatever you call them
Cross reading data
Dragged from
A far cast
mellenium
Every possible notion
Gets feed through the mill
Processed
Deconstructed
Then done again
until
An answer pops out
Not known since that time
And it still won't jive
With our reason and rhyme.

The inn at the oaks
Is where we all decompose
Spiritually

Why is dyslexia so hard to spell?
Well,that's because the educationalists are cruel as hell.
And why is grandiloquent such a grandiloquent word?
Try to express yourself,you just sound like a ****.

Your ma described it to me
Like it was sposed to be
The here and now
Me and her
It was meant to be
But then again
I'm not sure the universe
Allows
Random ***** stuff
To me it meant to me
She wanted to get rough.

Meteors again tonight
The Lyrid so I'm told
Once more the weather forecast
wonders preclude
They say the best angle
And light condition
Comes an hour before the dawn
I'll set my alarm
It'll do no harm
But I'll deffo sleep through it.

A pub sign
Swinging
Through the rust
Completely
Bleached by the sun
I have a vague
Memory
Of its fitting
From when I was about 10
Summer holiday
Ball under my arm
We'd be playing all day
Walked under
Two ladders
Three fellahs
******* the flash
New *******
In place
It's just about
Still there
Today.

There's not a breath of wind this morning
Apart from the occasional breath of wind
In my ***** potential children spawning
Will later be cast into sin
The breeze it grows and circles the Earth
Next generation dies in a ****
Left feeling somewhat the burk
In the occasional breath of wind.

You always have more time
Than you think you do
Till you don't

You always eat more pies
When your wife's away
And critique the mirror for your thoughts
Don't ever lose the urge
To let things slip away
It's one of the things that makes up for your faults
You know it does you no good
To keep **** locked away
See it oozing
Through the cracks in the vault

And the wind needs something
To pull upon if it's Going to make
Something rip
So before you have
A big swig o that milk
It's wise to have
A precautionary sniff

Now you don't look
Anything but doomed to me
With so little time left
Here on this earth
Still you have seen
All  your eyes
care to see
Your ways and words
Have shown
The world your worth

And the only time
That I saw Jimmy cry
Was
The night Barney Conroy died.

Memory is a *******
It lets you stay there
In that fuzzy place
Beyond fear and care
When you think back
It's not the event you recall
But the last time you recalled it
In the records hall
Edited each go
By what's on your mind
Subconscious gymnastics
Act as a blind
To what really went on
Decades ago
If you saw as true
Up your guts you would throw.

The satisfaction
Of ******* out a single peanut
NOTCH DRAW LOOSE
Velocity then impact
As the bullet hits the water
Like some whacky
Ballistic test
In a surrealistic cop show.

And after it happens,I'll fall through the air,
Braced for the impact that will not be there.
Form tightened and strained
Expecting the blow,
But I'll tumble forever
To what happens below.

In the midst of life we are in death
And as has been said before
It's true the other way round
The sweet realness of love
As you're watching them go
Is the truest place it can be found
For the petty everyday
And the ersatz fog of the self
Make for
Vapid and dull introspection
But knowing and feeling
They'll soon not be here
Musters
Beautiful
Electric
Connection.

Cast thy bread upon the waters
And It will be returned ten fold
But what are you supposed to do
With ten soggy loaves?

People talk of Dicken's surge
They don't talk
For his
Violent rebirth
He got
Recruited
To a death squad
By the government
Of Franco
Before he
Lead
To a better
Tomorrow.

If I didn't love myself
So much
I'd love you the best
But you're gone
And you're
Not coming back
Just like the old string vest
A fashion choice
Some would scorn
An anachronism
But it was comfy
And it kept me warm

I took it off
At your behest.

What's the most unrealistic American pirates
Are prepared to spend on an audiology check up?
A buck an ear.

He used to wear prism glasses
At the ******
To look at other men's
*****
He wasent gay
He just loved conflict
Non stop.

I dreamed a dream
And you were there
With perfect knockers
And tousled hair
Laughter like music
A scream serene
It seemed impossible
I dreamed a dream

The oceans know
What goes on
Upon land
And we're  told often enough
That's not true
On the other hand

We know more about the surface of the the moon

Well of course we do
It's much smaller
And there's no water
To add to the gloom

But you've got to wonder
What's down there
Biding it's time
Monitoring the air.

The way glass gripped
Aluminium
Gave it away
Sutch a perfect
Device
Can't surely
Be in play
It stops
The spirit
Leaking out yer bottle
Now matter it's
Gyroplace
To me that proves
We live in hyperspace.

I'll see you there.

The Captain's ball
The Trophy5
The spheres of childhood
Now not alive
It isn't wise
Not at this juncture
To mount space hoppers
That have slow punctures.

The light of the righteous
Fell upon the multitude
Gathered glad
The Pearly Gates
Swung open
In walked Dad.



To Jimmy with all my love.