The world with all its peaks
And canyons
From highest point
To lowest trough
Suits them that seek
Reckless abandon
And those
That  just can't get enough

If our planet
Got shrunk
To cue ball size
I mean really shrink
That sucker
It may well you surprise
Earth would be smoother
Than that ******.

Come one
Come all
And gather round
Let us sit upon the ground
In the dawning day
As the warmth accrues
The birds awake
To this paragraph new
And the badgers slumber
Beneath the clay
Human progress
Not delayed
The horizon suffused
Orange and pink
To be alive
But not to think
The rising sun
Sings it song aloud
Oh look!
There is a mushroom cloud.

He wanted you to switch off your brain
Shun analysis
And lean into the paint
Leave aside conscious thought
And all the things you aint

Step inside
Past
Layers
And
Layers
Feel the work
For he is not saying
Give yourself over briefly
For you will not be staying

On wall sized panels
Dark enough
For all to handle
You will know
The soft limits of language
As you stride
Into the grand ditch
And stand there alone

They ask
How far back should we stand?
As from left to right they scan
We are almost out the room
It's getting out of hand

He frowns
As his head it itches
******* all these
Sons of *******


"Oh! All the way back
About eighteen inches.".

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.

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.

The Pythons
Refused to mock Jesus
His words
Inescapably decent
And true
Just the malaise
That followed with him
It'd happened before
Made anew

All the pro
And the anti

Every sycophant
And cynic
Accrued
Before the lacking
Made it all cliche
Before the naysayers
Shouted abuse

The golde rule
Of love over hate
Should surely have never been up for debate
Poorly copied by charlatans
As ****** berate
Just like they did to Elvis
After 68.

The best material
For the job
Sometimes
You have to rob
Off of
Others
Building sites

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.

I can hear the gulls
Through the rain
Such a soggy refrain
And the Broken rhythm
On my sill
The rotary swirl
Of the wind
As it bothers the bins
The monster that
Empties them
Draws near.

To crest the hill
Then down again
And do that
On repeat
If you see
Something new
Each cycle
That's really
Quite the feat
A way
To stave
The ennui
To brace
Gainst
Earthly care
Then come to terms
With the notion
That no one knows you're there.

I bought a pair of shoes off of a drug dealer
I don't know what he laced them with
But I've been tripping all day.

Haven't heard much
From the new Pope
Must be
Easing in gently
Port and ciggies
In the back
Of his
Bulletproof Bently
They say he's
Distant related
To madona
And Bieber
The question begs the answer
Is young Justin
A believer.?

That new oumuamua thing
That's passing through
Might pick you up
And take you with it
You
That's right
Just you
Show everything
There is to see
All the Kubrick lights
Every particle
That exists
And it wouldn't
Give you the shites
All the nuance
Of meaning
The boundless
Terribleness
You could
Understand
Every bit of it
And see nothing
But yourself.

Your friends
Won't read your poetry
Foolish to think they would
Unfair too
To expect em to
This aversion
Is understood
For you won't
Get a true reaction
It'll be tempered
With kindness
And tact
But there's
Always one
Who bucks that trend
As a matter of fact.

I have done things
To myself
So slow and incremental
That it could not be noticed

The path was
Uneventful
Not much drama
Or neurosis

The dulling
Of the faculties
The tightening
Of the lung

The salt
That swells
The eyeballs
When the funeral
Song
Gets
Sung.

It's held together
By good will
Spite
And the glue off a stamp
Like some crazy
Colossal
Ant bivouac
That senses danger
And immediately camps
Circle the wagons
Light the lamps.

I'm on the waiting list
For surgery
The gimpiness
From hip
To knee
I've got a serious
Physical defect
For all it's plain
To see
Them *******
At the actors studio
Will be lining up
To play me.

A brain
Beating heart
Breathing lungs
Expelling excretory
A couple o thumbs
Chemicals
To grow
To heal
All tied together
Apparently real
So where do you sit
Within the vehicle?
What makes you
You?
What Are you in principle?
Virtually all you are
Is automatic
Your essence
Lies between
The static.

Every man has his price
The incorruptible
The highest of em all
I can't remember
Where I heard that
The pride that comes
Before the fall
So ignore the fallacy
Of principles
And be a ******* rotter
Open up for business
Take
The biggest offer.

Liverpool can be a lonely place
On a Saturday night
And it's only
Thursday morning.

Rocky was Robert
Clubber was James
But Apollo
Was Apollo
And Apollo
He remains.

To all intents and purposes
The king died on his throne
The court gathered in their masses
He was far from alone
Flanked by his truest knights
He tried to stand
And hail the throng
The mob sweetly
Took his breath
To sing
His final song.

To know my shadow
Without the light
That casts it

Venal
Cowardly
Oh so tragic

To look true
At the self
The other one

Uninvestigated

Then know that it's half
Of Owt
Perchance created.

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

Sudden and violent
At peace in your sleep
Or a chance
To say goodbye
As his soft footsteps
Creep.

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

There's nothing scarier
Than a naked man
With a sword
And a *******

Somebody's
Rotating my *****
Somebody's
Licking my bell.

I'm getting
A ****
Tattooed
On my ****
But bigger.

The feeling
You don't generally feel
The nature of connection
That gets pushed
To the keel
Them that you couldn't
Talk about
That love is the greatest
With that there's
No doubt.

When the scotch be flowin
You know
You be knowin
That you made
The wrong choice.

He talks of military intelligence
Two words together
That don't make sense
And the saleability
Of peace
This is the news
There is no relief
The freak show
That lives inside our heads
Soon comes the day
When we wake up dead.

It's bin raining all day
Lightning rolled through
Just now
The scaffold near
Pressed agin my window
I survived it
Somehow.

The generalities
Of how we diagnose
Our children
Seem harsh
And cruel
But what else
You gonna do?
We don't have that much time
And there's drugs
To push through
Should we have let em eat peanuts
And lose a few?
Or medicate
Remorseless
Chemistry
Anew?

I have dreamt
But not often
Of falling through the clouds
Of our largest neighbour
In the moment
It's not specific
But it gets it location
When I wake
And then
I'm still tumbling
Will my atoms
Resist the break?

An old dog with arthritis
Walking in tighten circles
Moaning low
Dimming eyes
Loosening sphincter
Asking to be let go.

Before I hit my head
There's was a fog
That hemmed my vision
Myopia
Was my guide
To every poor decision
Since the blow
The mist has cleared
I see so clearly
Panoramic
But still
I lose each bet
Constantly
****
And tragic.

Walk to the edge of the pier
Look down at the
Unreflective
Nature
Of
The sea
And hope
That
There's
Something within
That you can
Talk about
With
Some
Of your family.

When one walks around
The things
All talk about
What is
And what
Cannot be
They
Make sure
The essence
Of what
You are not now
Allows
The things
You used to be.

There is a thing
You keep grasping at
The idea is hardly new
The notion
We all talk about
The touch
Twixst
Me and you.

When the water
Comes
Above  
Your chest
Where the waves
Freely go
You know the
Pressure
Forces
Beneath
Your eyelids
That's when
You've got nowhere to go

I think you know
What that is
So why would
You go into?

What
You assume
Is the thing
That releases
The new you


Where we would go?
But then again
You presume
Just what we know
The ******
Of course
Is the thing
That is exactly
What we do


Then you know
Just what you are
And the **** we got into
Hardly the best
Of what we care about
Is this thing
That makes you
You?

The ****** of the old
The brake of the new
The opposite
Of which
You want to do
As long as it's funny
Then that's what
We have gone through
As long as the
Essence
Is pure and true.

If you went on
Who do you think you are?
And found out
Your great step uncle
Was a high ranking ****
Or a distant cousin
The head of the Stasi
Would you feel complicit?
Even though your bloods
Arent that near
Cos it seems
Some of mine
Were Lodz ghetto
World War Two
Profiteers.

They don't like the way things are
Or were
And view them
As the same
They'd rather
It be chaos
And still
Apportion blame.

This well has a bottom
But it's so far
To fall
You die of starvation
Before
You hit the floor
With weeks to think
About why
You plummet
You surely
Could compose
Many a Sonnet.

A dog will
Lick you to death
If you stop moving
A cat
Will eat your flesh
If they
Situation
Improving

I couldn't hear you cry
Underneath
My own obsession
Though
I wouldn't have known the sound
Beneath
What I viewed
As passion
It was easy
At the time
The things
I
Viewed
As
Prescient
Though they don't mean
Nowt to me now
There's not a chance
We could
Be begin again.

On Io
The eruptions
End up like pancakes
So hot
And liquid
They are
The plumes
Go so high
And get spread that much
The edges so far


Just a bit bigger
Than our moon
It's spew
On account
Of the friction
Between
It's daddy
And his own sons
Familial
Contradiction

My grandad lasted
Till 96
My auld fellah
Tapped out
At 74
Following that
Timeline
I should have died
Three years ago
Beat the house already
Oh what joy!