Thursday, 16 December 2010
Saturday, 4 December 2010
Monday, 15 November 2010
Friday, 12 November 2010
scratch in the mire,
only to be lifted high by the
tip of thy nose to
the immense beauty
of that smell.
yet the face never did
and sliding back down
full of bristling
marks of question...
yet, bathing in the knowledge
and dreaming of summer
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Friday, 5 November 2010
now please raise your glasses and
bottles of granny's tears for another slice
cheers for that one love. wait,
the sirens are on again so stand
take a bow as wet patches your seat mean
the cat has pissed its self closer
to becoming a nice little hat and
a wee snack but a bucket load of fun.
all this stuff just goes to distractions from
the drive yet a flawed land is not ugly on a journey
of no expectations, only really for the sake of
curiosity - thanks again flower - ordered,
packed and recorded then let off the leash.
Friday, 29 October 2010
smoke pot and
succumb to Chopin.
soft, beautiful and wondrous
a meeting was
organized but i was not
organized for the meeting.
said my bit
and left it at that.
street lights fly past
staring at me, into me.
i gaze at the city.
it glitters and moves
but not too much,
not too much to be seen by
i gaze and it gazes back
unsure, what time?
could it bring, two seen
and gone. adventures in capitals
drugs taken and possessions gained
and lost if,
you want to see it that way.
there is nothing more
than realising you
and, that you realise
the manifesto was a pulse,
in the dances
across my face
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
Thursday, 14 October 2010
Some people take jobs to write poems, others just need the money
Aaaaah come see me now,
im with the morning now,
come try buy cigarillo's and papiers
of yesteryear who
came to see(k)
jobs at the
job centre (cess pit).
(that was the past, I commence
you with the
Now marvel at the beast
who thumbs buttons
on a till
half insane with
eyes burning a
Monday, 11 October 2010
Read This First
new sins of Britons (home, car, personal etc) will kill classes
could curse their best results and
miss the world's greatest ocean liners.
I'd like to tax Leadership knife crime & product reclaim
Together we are under this Left-wing spell from 2004 – 2010
Tragedy mars ACTION since slump began
A Fairytale Deal of cancer and payment protection [hurry only 4 days left]
will our language strip the deadly SPECTACULAR?
A phoney in the Guide to Equity Release is Dedicated to
packaging, franchising AND stopping the stabbings.
ALL THE boardroom ear wax is now paying off
so Go for green or just REDUCE BLOATING dream deals
This battle to CURE insurance on Loans,
pearl stud earrings,
PYREX 3-PIECE CASSEROLE SET,
chicken chilli burger,
THERMAL LINED RUGBY TROUSERS,
this approach is the unions coldest in 30 years, avoids jail term
and MAKING HISTORY CHEAPER!
can’t even see the words in front of my face
walking past memories, streets, windows and empty crisp packets. what a horrible day not so much rain as wet air, no escape really but
what did the people care? came out to see regardless.
this happening - just for the publics interest.
meeting cobbles next to slick roads drinking up our steps
pushing prams, squeaky wheels join the escaping
big boxes lumber past, the noise of the buses
chewing up your ear holes
this away and that
spatial awareness, but how to document and
why should i?
somewhere far away, there are horses running wild. roosters crowing
here are people who are just waking up to a new same old day.
birthdays the days before, anniversaries the coming week, party because
a break is required. images growing out of the gutters and leaping upon
me. sloshing around the can.
what kind of recipe is this and
what was that? so many questions. a dog,
i see him and he me
if smiles could be exchanged they were.
a child caught my glace, i threw i back
coupled with another
that was it to show
this the now, back then
arriving the first time, shape
form and place could forever be erased and now
a small bouncing ball leads itself.
time and a place slowly sipped by the winds.
singing and asking and following this
town welcomes you to it bosom (some choose what they want to see)
pick a pink and green one
and follow that line along the direction but for
the love of god watch out for the traffic! i
know what they’re thinking
the missing member…
if it doesn’t make you happy
what more can there be? two huge
flying saucers revealed and watching with an underlying joy,
lighting bolts and lava screaming through your veins and words moving too fast for your mouth to catch
My son what is this you have done?
what is this untapped resource? your
claret finally turns the corner, looks you up and down and apologises for being late.
but back to the matter at hand, all the spirits and rubber bisects are hung like fresh carcases waiting,
just waiting for the next tumble of that little thing
where has she gone?
over there to pick it
again and again
Thursday, 7 October 2010
what a day to be alive.
what a time to look at the sun and smile
what a time sit back and chill,
if just for a while.
what a day to run down the street like
a free man.
what a day to be 23,
zeppelin on the table,
pussy on the stereo,
old new film in the new old camera,
what a day to step up to the plate.
what a day to think how far we've come
and far we've still to go.
what a day to pull your boots on and walk with pride,
what a day to politely decline
but give them a quid anyway.
what a day to smile at the passing strangers,
to think of the friends who can't be here and
the ones who will.
what a day to be happy, simply that
your heart is beating in your chest.
what a day to be lifted above it all
to fill your lungs with the heady scent of
the fresh morning air.
what a time to stare down your fears,
declaring, 'i don't care'.
what a day to sit at your desk and create something beautiful.
what a time to clime a tree and scream at the top of your lungs
because you know you are an animal with the gift of consciousness.
what a day to put down the weapons and love all the people.
what a day to give up the fight, just for a second.
what a day to be yourself for yourself, to smoke a cigar and
enjoy that dram that takes you away.
what a day to say, its all about me,
what a day to raise a glass and realize
what really matters.
what a day to say its good to see you.
to say its a shame you can be here,
to miss them too much.
what a fine day to love
Monday, 4 October 2010
and wasn't able to shake it from his view.
So he wasted his days like the blind waste bullets,
throwing them wildly into the night sky
one at a time
never to be lived out by even the longest reaching of souls.
He waited each day for the darkness
to step forward,
and apologise for being late.
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Monday, 20 September 2010
Saturday, 18 September 2010
a five minute thought on the pope (it occured to me that 'the overwhelming popejar' is a great name and maybe we should find a use for it). c
By mistake perhaps,
a misdirected handshake perhaps.
A constant companion under that robe of his,
there to keep a watch on those holiest of genitals,
to catch any sacred semen in a sacred jar
and slap them back into flaccidity during prayer.
One can only specualte.
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Peanuts roasting in a bowl
(for the first time im really scared)
black eyed toilet bowl raining in my mind
(a painting idea, you see)
and bandini is there too, buk and celine, all
of the guys, making it easier (trying too)
“but hunger doesn't pay no more”
and neither do the banks (job centre etc.)
well whats a girl to do,
laptop fires and HD eyes
little red slips from the royal mail
(you were too royaly fucked to collect your mail)
KEEP CALM, CARRY ON (what's that even mean?)
like that, conversations with brackets
and poets, scuffling in the mud under the poet tree
(yes, the oft quoted poet tree)
spitting leaves etc etc etc etc
and mentioning the pope for the
third time today.
Monday, 13 September 2010
Friday, 10 September 2010
watching the kids playing outside. it was a long time ago when
i was one of them. unaware.
coins in the machine. whats it gonna show? - you and me. now
look at everything
all that is around you.
the tangible. the
unborn and the chrysalis.
look out your window
both of them.
here and now
is what we are. does this sound Right or have i
Left you in the dark?
the horse has bolted, runs away like wild animals over
the hill and out of sight.
you'll be there,
we all will.
that shall be the time to look back and laugh. then, and
only then will you know.
falling from the precipice with a
on your face is the highest place we
Thursday, 2 September 2010
each proclaiming 'the end of
the world'. tetris on the tv
come run dmc me
a classic CD,
remindant of lyle
's golden syrup,
washed down with pancakes
and mobile broadband
; chess for a fiver
incense on a stick
friends on the phone
art on the net
post in the box
and stars in the mind.
as i rest on my couch,
applying for tesco
applying for greggs
mammals laying eggs
marsupials in the head
touch em now your dead
growing in the shed
penis in the pants, ants, oh
plants and hand stands
the order of the day,
funded, of course,
by the tax-payer (paedophile layer)
this is life, laid bleak and bare
on the couch
in the tub
on the bowl
over there --> poetry from the oft
repeated 'poet tree' - falling with the season,
eating all the fruit and
spitting pips through the box
and into the face of the deserving post
man, oh man, that guy's a cunt:
eating my mail
waking me up
sucking my pips through the holes
in his face
penis on a plate
its penis on a plate
wenis a la mate
remis is too late
quick quick quick
its time to chop down
the poet tree, spitting poems around the poets,
Thursday, 26 August 2010
and bake her into bread, buy weed
from fred, and bake your mind slowly
in afghan haze,
yellowC, window, bannana's, sil,
where did it go? oh,
there it is, a couple of years
back, beside U my casio watch
that lay on my wrist,
broke and now in landfill
next tNo slippers
university grades. T
Monday, 23 August 2010
Sunday, 22 August 2010
another way to make a smile appear if just
for a moment.
borderline sexual excitement that i now have everything the way i want it to be.
were talking material you see - everything in its right place, you could say.
but why does this music i hear not sounds a good as it should?
don't fight it,
it is a lost cause. you know what to do. throw it
on the pile of reasons for misery, the one next to child molestation and high school
Saturday, 21 August 2010
thank you, it is beautiful and fits the mood rather well, being
a tragedy unfolding all on its own, as discarded crisp packet do.
i miss you, and think about you far too much and when its not
appropriate. the laughs of friends, the clinking of grandmas good china, side-stepping dog shit on the pavement.
give me ten of these and i'll still be an unhappy fool. fantastical murders without the repercussions. joyousness wrapped in little bombs
but also held
in front of one's eye. superbly
crafted visions of the capital help the escape and chase of new-ness. do not do what i have done children, follow anothers way, smile and don't ever ask
truth because it'll sting just like the hornets do.
the chattering and presents of others astounds me to a level of sheer disgust. should i attempt to change my sorry out look
? has the bitter
resentment descended upon me too soon? in early years in full bloom in such a horrific ass fuck of a time ?
old brother alcohol has shacked up with
the folks in town for too long now, his buddies are gonna come join him.
what am i to do?
don't tell me, i might not listen.
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
heaping up the hay bales
sheeping up the exhales
fucking all the flock
its harvest time
neil young and rhyme
parsley sage and said time
45rpm chipmunk sublime,
slow it down
flick the switch
and smoke a portion of the cardboard
sleeve, mingled of course
with your favourite leave.
Monday, 16 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Saturday, 24 July 2010
quads laid high and
strong. choosing the
right block equals the number
of sausage rolls consumed by the
third place participant.
tennis past the season, heart felt brain
farts, all to say au revoir,
will he be missed?
theres plenty of ‘jibber’
‘jabber’ next to the chipolatas.
oh! you must dip
the garlic and herb across your face.
the level has been
doubled and the friends
sit across from the
what could be said -
this cacophony could
be taken as
high as the depths of your mind
if the blocks were taken
but that will come later
cos iv just caused
it all to come crashing
Friday, 23 July 2010
what keeps the thoughts of
giving it all up
from creeping into your skull?
is it long walks in the woods or
the tits in the papers and on
a warm cup of tea is enough
to keep the knife in the drawer for
a wee bit longer.
why are you stifling the
urge to scream at the
top of your lungs when you can't
find that jar of honey in the
what keeps the fire lit
when its over and
everyone has wondered into the
woods to look for where it all
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Monday, 19 July 2010
tired of just being a number
did'nt want to be a monkey
there were times when i enjoyed it
but seldom they were
when others went they took more than
the bloated spider watching
in its misery tries to pull you down to
the hole that its in
but don't blame her
it is so much more which has made her bitter
not how i expected it to be
one day it was no longer me
gave up the badge
gave up the tie
gave up the apron
gave up the fained smiles
counld'nt take a another shovel load
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
red light, green light
overwhelming sexually transmited flea bite
one blind child
two lemons, three limes
one baxter,a burgandy and a scotch
overwhelming afternoon delight
mothers arms, fathers crotch
overwhelming knife fight
once gone, twice return
minnor cut, serious burn
Friday, 2 July 2010
Monday, 21 June 2010
Monday, 14 June 2010
my belly full of watered down beer and bbq
- a way of life not, a method of cooking
sealed boxes and buildings and tanned skin and signs
grabbing your retinas. smoke screens and glistening plastic smiles.
eat eat eat
the gratest creation is false air, i rejoice
in a land of burning hells.
buy buy buy
i document as best i can,
though my heart crys for cool air and sincerity
but the tenticals have reached across the ocean
and are creeping, creeping, creeping
Friday, 11 June 2010
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
like the old man sitting with a king hopes for an ace.
Drops in the ocean or splashes in the fish bowl,
no matter my friend,
for luck is a trigger happy blind man who has killed many but spared us few,
so open that face of smiles and let the goodness slide in before the balance shifts
and leaves us wanting one more.
Monday, 10 May 2010
i think that is what it was.
could you give me a
to collect my thoughts, please.
things area little strange...
i am woken every morning by those
fucking diggers outside. the metal
claws chewing at the earth, creating
the trenches upon which i wonder from
green to blue.
orange is for beer and red is for tea. those
spanish girls left but did they leave a mark?
a digital world is where i rule. temporally, all
this will be nothing.
electric impulses only
Sunday, 9 May 2010
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Friday, 7 May 2010
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Thursday, 29 April 2010
Thursday, 15 April 2010
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
Monday, 12 April 2010
Thursday, 8 April 2010
a dead ringer you could say,
born into this you
could say. ruff skin, like
he'd been rolled around in an hour glass.
if it really was him,
really fucking was him,
would i kneel (neil) down and kiss that old
cunt's feet? that drunkard genius?
that talker of the times?
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
a neil young
golden sunrise over a calm
north sea. Rising and
falling slowly in deep
powerful bars of
one gently fucking
the other to the
shimmering beat and
tempo of the
glance around at
the peasant sheep, for
they no nothing of
chew only the cud of
Thursday, 25 February 2010
peace cunt, cunt to the max, squared, take it baby,
industrial rubharb is sensitive in tone
give me, give me, give me a bone, strong and
hard i like to make faces in lard.
Face fuck a midget and watch him giggle,
its not my fault your mums clit is more like a sqiggle,
its her councelor so, squared and bo-oo fucking
radley, eastenders bradley.
Stacey you bitch of satan, suck the banaster and say thankyou,
council flat, counsil cat
not many have shat but many shag rat
i don the hat of stephen from take that, although he is a
he's black he said, i know he said, okay i'm cool with that, i encourage racial blending,
yeh me too,
blending without disending?fourfold our crishendo,
clash and bang and fuck sue sang - soo s, ang? what bang! stan?
neil young says hi, crazyhorse turns to crazy,
i ran, ran, ran and liked a bewildered daisy,
shadey mavey, is a bit shadey; but she got it anywayzey (guest poet matt cameron),
not fallen in a hairy ditchbut not all is lost, but my birthday card is embossed,
right this shit is ended, just stop it, neil i shall pass this to you for the last line, with elegance and pride:
niel young has a giant face, the eyes are tight dispite the space,
colins mum has room to spare but she has stained underware,
yet pause, bend us all
over and suck us by the
smell the dust, let it dust
Friday, 19 February 2010
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Thursday, 4 February 2010
a cleansing, purifying experience.
and what a choice i have at my feet, lotions and
potions and i can even clean my teeth in here. you can
sing what ever you want while
you do your thing. right now this
belongs to me. always blast the cold and drip dry before you
get out. but thats not for yet. can go a couple of
days without it (that depends
though) but i'll always need it.
good after a heavy one the night before. only thing is, it can clean your ass,
but not your
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Thursday, 21 January 2010
but she wants
the kiss to be the last thing.
i shall return to my lady with pockets full of paper!
an adventure to the house of vices,
and of booze whores.
who lives at this house?
characters of the earth -
a mixed bag of sweets
lined up (around)
faces covered in spit is
chips you cannot eat
have on you.
so many little
that change colour
like my mood swings.
a two and a two -
just a number with all the meanings
of working and slaving and
when i did return to her,
in my bed
with her one
it is black (with some white)
and likes to stare and you
from across the room
it does not know a thing,
why am i writing about her creature?
(what shall be done with) my winnings?
this is my winnings…
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
A global solution
The Berryman appears and declares
everyman to ears;
he announces all the queers
who sail on down the years,
never fathering a child.
The crowd surge, anticipating a genocide
in a twist of sorts,
he declares this a positive and
encourages HIV of this situation, too.
The crowds breathe why?
And he speaks them in the eye;
the grain is growing whilst those
queers are blowing,
and the electric wind from Europe has
commenced wild fire in the east.
There’s too many mouths to feed,
there’s so many Bluetooth dongles being shipped
to and fro its making people go
crazy and love and shag and spawn
countless other people who
love and shag, and require yeast.
These mighty queers! Taking charge of this situation,
sucking and blowing and all
the while knowing,
they’re fighting the fight,
Heaving and ho’ing,
they’re slowing the numbers,
stopping the growing.
Salut them all,
and save the world
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
and people I've yet
and as i greet
and bawl and cry my poor
it's all so beautiful and
all so sad,
all of these people,
to the privileged and
we've put blood
and yet it bites and we
endlessly fight and even when,
on my deathbed then,
i do not think
i will be happy with what
it will come to me and
we will come to see,
it's all just earth,
Thursday, 14 January 2010
i see you coming
Towards me and coming
in your pants because you
have a 2 foot double ended
dildo up your ass and
the other end is in your mouth
and you are frantically
sucking yourself off;
endlessly seeking an endless fuck as you pluck
the pathetic crabs from
and all the while that idiot wind
hollers and howls as you
try to convince your mind that
it is experiencing orgasm.
You fat blob of pity!
go forth and