Some women will scribble your name in schoolbooks
but never spit it out loud.
Some women float away like dandelions.
Some women bubble so much they spill
over the side of your cup of coffee.
Some women will leave a minty taste
under your tongue.
Some women say they hate you but they don’t.
Some women are constructed out of paper.
Some women copy others to make themselves feel good.
Some women are as a juicy as a pineapple
everybody wants the very next drop.
Some women will call you and say wrong number sorry.
Some women win without as much as a line of sweat
on their skulls.
Some women carry names inside their jean pockets.
Some women want diamonds.
Some women loathe other women but never explain why.
Some women will tear you open like it’s Christmas.
Some women live as if on the edge of a cliff.
Some women want thin.
Some women like big.
Some women won’t care if you don’t party hard.
Some women dance so well you will fall
underneath the flashing disco lights.
Some women have you as their favourite headache.
Some women teach better than any professor.
Some women hate the size of their *******.
Some women swipe husbands and keep a tally
below the floorboards where no-one has to know.
Some women have been singed
you could set them alight.
Some women won’t do what you want them to.
Some women count stars until they lose count.
Some women click their heels and make a wish or ten.
Some women can see their futures glistening
in the corners of their eyes.
Some women **** men with their lipstick.
Some women know with just one look.
Some women squeal as though
a toaster has been tossed in the bathtub.
Some women want three words three syllables
to swirl manically through their veins.
Some women would prefer it if you split the bill.
Some women choose click-flicks over ***.
Some women cheat when playing Monopoly.
Some women are left-handed and until
they write the wedding invitations you won’t even know.
Some women are fake outside but real inside.
Some women judge books by their covers.
Some women bleed red if they’re feeling blue.
Some women prefer Pepsi over Coke.
Some women drive wildly because they can.
Some women turn bad when they get drunk
they won’t remember but you’ll never forget.
Some women dread the moment
anyone sees them with no clothes on.
Some women are like morphine.
Some women will watch you crawl away and laugh
the sound smacking your eardrum again and again.
Some women will treat you like their next cigarette.
Some women will offer you their Vimto hearts
beg you to keep them beating.

they see me walk into the supermarket
with a military style precision,
usually 15 minutes to eleven p.m.
just before the market closes,
   and i'm a very predictable customer,
a litre of ***, a 2 litre bottle of
pepsi max...
     i have not idea that pepsi wins
the battle with diet coke...
   and the last time i drank some normal
pepsi (loaded with sugar) i was like...
this tastes funny...
  one cashier calls me mathias,
   another calls me babe -
   this military style precision has been going
on for? well, probably more than a year,
day in, day out, sunshine or rain.
    just yesterday i remembered something
from my youth...
    vimto squash...
   i can't remember the last time i drank it...
so i thought to myself: come on,
revive the taste buds...
     so i did, bought a 2 litre bottle of it...
but while in the check-out
  the cashier that calls me babe
   made the remark: well, that's different...
unusual for you...
   so i told her:
        see, i remember the taste being so ****
unique when i drank it as a child:
god, i still remember the school dinners
  at st. augustine's school in barkingside -
most notably? chocolate cake, drizzled with
custard;
  and vimto... something, almost ghostly
now, because the taste for the squash has
changed so much...
    but that's not what i'm aiming at:
         i clearly respect the theological aspect of
conversation, notably?
early early jordan peterson (circa 2008) -
i just find atheism too arrogant,
    an arrogance that french-kisses out-right
condescending -
  it makes religion ridiculous:
    by attacking it with the only weapon at its
disposal: ridicule.
             however, i find the story
of the kiss of judas very comical...
       so the jewish authorities didn't recognise
jesus, after the last supper?
    the most popular person in the region,
drawing crowds of a great number,
  and then suddenly, what? so unrecognisable
that it required a kiss of betrayal to identify him?
seems kinda sketchy...
        what did he do, cut of his long hair
and have a shave?
then again, i'm starting to consider the follow
twist in the story...
   jesus the nazir - nazir? a jewish cult -
where their members grew their hair long,
   and abstained from drinking wine...
maybe the nazarites became infuriated,
  rather than the biblical account that the man
had beef with the pharisees, or the sadducees?
maybe the real beef came from the nazirs?
really... what's so ****** iconic about
judas "identifying" jesus to the authorities
by kissing him?
       i'm pretty **** sure the locals,
esp. the authorities, would have been able
to identify the man without this gesture...
   like i said:
(a) did he have a shave and cut his long hair
     in a roman style?
and
(b) i think the nazirs had a bigger problem with
jesus, than either the pharisees or the sadducees...
given that he imitated some of
their practices, but abused the vino.

Oi, Manchester, why are you so blue?
You built it all, there is nothing you can't do.
We were here first and we will be here last,
Our future is bleak? Well, so was our past.
We've had more than our share of ups and downs,
Aye, it's grim up north, but every class needs its clowns.

Oi, Manchester, chin up arr kid,
If they ask you who built it, you tell 'em we did,
We built this city with rock and roll,
Through rain and shine, with northern soul,
The only thing we never built was a great northern wall,
We invited each people and we welcomed them all.

Manchester, mate, things will get better,
Mother nature tries beat us but we've never let her,
No matter the odds or how savage their action,
We are the great power house, we never lose traction.
Each time we're knocked down we rebuild from the ashes,
we shoulder each other, we each take lashes.

Oi, Manchester, don't you forget your station,
We are the heart, we are the brain and the spine of a nation.
It was here we split the atom, and here where Rolls met Royce,
Swing those monkey arms and sing your Mankey voice
Be proud, be loud, there's no need to tiptoe,
And always remember that WE created VIMTO.

Oi, Manchester, I don't 'alf miss THAT smile,
It's the whole hog, the bees knees, the best by a mile,
There will be a day when we all laugh again,
Brighter, more hopeful, more promising then,
There will always be dark before the dawn,
But, oi, this is manchester, where all dreams are born.

The smart start early
the dumb do not.

I'm up with it
which is upside
down with it
because I get it.

Don't let the darkness in.

It's a perpetual fight
in what seems to be
an endless night,
but the day always follows
the worst of it,

get the best from it
take some rest and
relax in it.

Friday used to be an anagram
or
was it when I got a telegram,
or snorted a gram..?
now
it's just the day I listen to
the radiogram and you don't see
so many of those about

My father died of dyslexic alchoholism
He choked on his own Vimto.