Thursday, 26 August 2010

L

smoke em
smoke em
smoke em if you got em

n

cortez the killer, mill her
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
poems and
university grades. T

Monday, 23 August 2010

n

GMTV
AH-HE-HE-HE

n

hospital beds and
garden sheds
potted plants and
question marks.
i see you friends,
in the shine of my shoe
and im playing chess somewhere,
with all of you.

Sunday, 22 August 2010

L

just another beautiful illusion
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

L

the piano plays for the white coats.
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
for the
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

n

Theres something slowly maddening about
being unemployed, penniless, studioless
as the latest clique of big timers open the doors
of dodge, up the salty east coast and between the
bridges on the tay.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

n

cunt max to the max
imum, eemum, he-mum
with tits and balls
oxymoron laying on the
floor, legs to the hips
flinging bits of chips
down on the table
black and red 50 /50
slut champing at the bit
spitting poetry around the base
of the poet tree.

n

quick quid dot co dot uk
okay? its so fucking simple
spiders in the plug hole
bugs in the bed
ryvita round your head
ryvita round your head
lorraine kelly giving head
jam jar on the floor
itunes on the mac
post in the box
and chronic
indifference to
it all.

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

n

horny stacks
heaping up the hay bales
sheeping up the exhales
fucking all the flock
oh yeah
dont stop
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

n

my body as artillery
and eyes sniper
shotgun sneeze
cough mortar
piss rifle
shit baa
zooka.

Friday, 13 August 2010

n

needs must
musty in the corner
tits on the tv
and an autumn wind
rattling the window
rattling the mind
as friends bed down
in seperate towns
beside aging mobile phone
contact lists having
never seen
each others dicks.