Are the swing states
The ones who are into partner swapping?
If so they should get Doug and Melania
To drop em
I think I see an early
Winner here.

In the Indiana Jones movies
Spielberg uses a device
Where the heroes
Get pushed toward
Or away from danger by a crowd
Layers of meaning
Is his vice.

Hello there
How you doing
We haven't talked before
I know we might have
Seen each other
That's a lie
I've loved you
From afar
I know I shouldn't say this
But we've lived a life complete
With kids grandkids
And side kids
On both sides
That's a relief
It took just
A few minutes
As I saw you walking up
Time simply dilated
And that was tough
Enough.

I'm told I didn't cry when I was born
The midwife had to give me a whack
While both ****** and Stalin
Screamed the house down
I hope there's something in that.

The way Bertha is described
She more woman
Than I could handle
You'll get more than
A Silent Echo
When you yodel
In that canyon.

Television
First bastion of the po faced ******
So the masses could see the visage close enough
Since out evolved by the magic box
Now we all can get into this stuff.

Now is the season for not giving a ****
You thought it was then
But apparently
This moment
Is it.

My face is ugly
My legs are short
But she leans upon me
For her child support.

When the cab swerves
Between Judaism and Romanesque
That turn is on top
It could deffo get you wrecked

Just past the Rialto
If your cabbie ain't sharp enough
It could all go castrallto
***** ground into dust


But thank Christ that don't occur that much
You get home safe most days
The oversteer compensated
He straightens up For the front page
That could have happened
The day after the next
About some seatbelt deniers
Who ended up in a hedge
The latest o the dyers.

When I post on here
Sometimes I give give it
A cursory scan and press save
Other times
I intensively re read it
Again and again
Line by line
Word for word
Until I'm satisfied
There's no mistakes
Either way
The flubs aren't apparent
Till it's loose
In the ether
There's blocks
And there's blinds
In my mental
Procedures.

Sam Neill
Suitably evil
In The Omen three
In that movie I thought he was coming after me
There's a scene where he's planning
The massacre of the new coming Christs
Gave an address just down the road from mine
Instructions to his disciples
Murderous advice
31 other potential Jesai
Got offed
After the alignment
In Cassiopeia
But one was saved
Was he talking about me?
Oh! one thing is certain
In the battle of Hell against Heaven
Don't be watching whacky Devil films
When you're only just eleven.

Baldy cat gets on a bus
The drivers says
"Where's yer fare?"

Is it a good idea Tibet with your life?
And
The State they leave the place is Nepalling.

The bells the bells!
They made me deaf
They also made me blind
But I was ok in the morning
Cheap ******* Scotch
That isn't really that cheap.

They demolished the place in 1909
Once they'd extracted
That what could not be left behind
14  works got transferred
Pulled off plaster
And put in a new position
To avoid the disaster
Put on canvas in the most
Painstaking way
And then cast To the Prado
So they were displayed
In a way that would seem
Funny and *****
To a deaf old lunatic
Who worked alone
By candlelight.

What ever happened to flashers?
You don't seem to hear about em anymore
maybe the amount free online depravity
Is enough to keep the filthy **** offs indoors
But surely the act itself
Cannot be restrained for long
It's that compulsion
That drives them
In open air
To swing
Their
****.

This is not an exit
That what Brett Ellis said
In restaurant of conspirators
As the victims freely bled
The blood just keeps on pumping
Though they were slain
Months and years ago
For reasons half forgotten
Pushed down so far below
In the back alley
Or on Wall Street
The disconnection
Is the same
To remove what is not desirable
And make them take the blame.

I have not been what I should
Nor done the things I clearly could
I did not try to grasp the nettle
Instead stared blank into the kettle
Which of course did not boil
Still water with no hint of roil
I was and were and that still more
A passive shadow at your door
That would not knock
For fear of answer
A fool who would not take his chances
Deported to the moon
To forever sit
Infinitesimally
Buried
In
Regolith.

Is it an itch
Or an urge?
A ballad
Or
A dirge?
Or a chance
For you
To purge
Your bowels?

How to navigate the planet
And where the planet is
To use the correct verbiage
And how to raise your kids
How to cook the food you eat
And to talk to your friends
To formulate your stance
and execute your ends
Instruction
On the way to feel
About the coming
Amalgamation
To assimilate
For the greater good
Or live in isolation.

I've been watching
Resident Alien lately
That Alan Tudyk
Puts in a hell of a performance
The frisson of the way
He must be
Against the comedy
That the format
Clearly demands
Which creates the rub
In which
Poignancy exists
I get the feeling
It will descend
Into ****.

How would one know
And where would
One go
When the
Nature
Of
Everything
Can
Never
Be changed

Hello how you doin where you bin what you doin when was the last time I saw you how's it bin where you bin how'd it go when did we last talk about life what's over there do you care what's the point where you spending the Christmas can you believe the strabismus of this ***** version o where we should be she  ovs not happy on this side o the ***** but why can't she just leave us alone?

Monosodium glutamate
Applied with
Equal
Love and hate
Is the
Sweet reverie
That's beyond the debate
Of spicy fried chicken *****
Rolling round on my plate.

I've just been offered a job
General Director Of Business
I know not of the nature of
this queerness
In terms of the
The direction of
This business
Wether general
Or not
The new year wind
Brings a chance
To slough and shake off
Anything that you want.

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

What goes up must come down
Except Elon's space car
It's infinity bound
Is that true?
If it keeps on going?
Chances of collision
Beyond our knowing
The fence of the cosmos
We cannot see
It will not be revealed  to thee

Unleast not yet

The boffins say never
So we wait in ignorance
Always together.

Hail to thee sweet Roger
As you step through
The Great Curtin
The calm clear voice
You wrote in
Gave your creator
Quite the hurting
And so you pay
The ferryman
To cross the river Styx.
Who'se that ******* on the microphone
It can't be
OH ****** ****!!!!!!!!

You can't have any pudding
If you don't eat your meat!
HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING
IF YOU DONT EAT YOUR MEAT?!?!?!?!!!!!!!

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.

The moai faced inland
Away from the sea
Ghosts of dead leaders
Born from deities you see

Hewn from volcanic tuff
Soft no doubt
Compared to basalt or diorite
Which Are ******* to dig out

If they had only turned the other way
They might have seen disaster coming
Dutch killers on Easter morn
Peruvian slavers
Had them running

But it is a small island
And there was no tree cover
They cut them down so long ago
So they could grow some tucker

European disease
South American ******
Cut the population down low
As a couple o hundred years rolled by
And crops refused to grow

So the god's where cast down
Face down on the ground
Venerated protectors brought low
The people despaired
Beyond all hope and care
A paradise with no seeds to sow

Then the pickings were slim
Raiders had no one to ****
So they left them alone to their plight
But the moai are back on their feet now
Resurrected
As a world heritage site.

*******.

King Kong
Went wrong
When they brought a blonde along
He only wanted to be loved
It could only end one way.

He still loved the crushing darkness
Despite what he said about the light
After he got out of the hospital
Police work
Seemed no longer right
At least not for him
In his half butchered
And tortured state
He'd always been darkly comic
And loved a good debate
So he tried his hand at comedy
Though big laughs
He seemed to lack
There was always
One big ******
******* his trousers
In the back.

It's that heavy happiness
When you're listening to Leonard
So simply expressed
Though you know he knows the big words
He'd rather talk to many
Than the cognoscenti
See there I just did it
Shame on me
Get salted through with Cohen
the beauty elementary.

Ritchie Blackmore
On that white strat
that vid
Live between the eyes
Late summer 82

Just down the hill
From the Alamo
Pyro expected
And so given
from Ser Blackmore to you

Had it on VHS
The Beeb braoadcast it
At three in the morning
Got my autistic little brother
To set the recording

It's on YouTube now
And that's quite the relief
Was about to do battle
But it saved me the grief
From that box in the cupboard
Forty odd untitled tapes

They sit there in layers

And I haven't even got
A video player.

Off to see me Ma
She doesent live too far
Just round the corner
Up the hill
To carry flowers
And good will
She might take a glass of rose
Mixed with Lemmo

But that's her limit!

And then she'll go
To my sisters
For her dinner
Avoid the reflux
She's a winner.

80 and still kicking ****.

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 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?

Birds don't fly they are flown
And fish don't swim
They get swam
There's a predestination
In all that we do
You'll see that when
Your race gets ran

It's a game written
So long ago
Way before
The big bangs afterglow
Unknowable programmers
Laughed up they sleeves
as they piled on
Unlimited code

But in the end you will be set free
As the electricity drains out o thee
And binds itself
To the omniverse
Recycled
So efficiently

I know sometimes he takes a different form
Oft a Shepherd
A herder of words unreformed
Of depth
And of humour
And poignancy
Renowned
Sometimes
He's his girlfriend
With beauty unbound.

In the high heat of Persia
The land of off milk
And tainted honey
You can't tell as the feast begins
Your palate unsuspecting
You think it exoticness

They keep feeding you
Way past the bursting
With a funnel jammed down your throat
Then trap you between
Two hollowed out logs
With holes for your arms to poke through

Trapped in surreal crucifixion
You **** and you puke
Laid befouled in a traumatised haze
Then of course the insects and small animals come
After a couple of days

To begin the meal of a lifetime

The end has begun
Think of the torment to come
Laying there in the reek
Helpless as beasties creep
In darkness you weep
For there shall be no relief
As your devoured
Over a matter of weeks.

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.

Father Time and Mother Nature
Conspired one drunken night
Off the rip
To meet again
Decades later
Upon my gimpy hip.

In the movie
There would be the sound if a projector starting up
And then grainy overexposed
Happy family memories loop
Not the darkened smokey room of a spy thriller
But something
Seeming light
That turns into
A chiller
The solid crate of love
That's is family and friends
Gets slowly emptied out
You don't notice at first
Regular Sunday dinners
Turn into Easter and Chrimbo
You loose a lover
And all those they were into
Some friends move away
Or just into themselves
A suicide
Handful of weddings
Familial pools
Unavoidably spreading
An ensemble cast
Dynamic and connected
Turns
Dour monologue
From Self pity
Reflecting
And then a great flash
As it comes off the spool
The celluloid *****
In the empty room.

As those angels gently laid you back
Speaking sweetly as you went
A rivulet o crimson
Was the sign that you were spent
I stood at your beds foot
Too overwhelmed to cry
A refusal to believe
A rejection of this lie

A fast three months that felt like six
A switchback through the gloamin
And all the time
We knew of course
The reaper was a roamin
Winding low
Checking his form
By the light of his terrible lamp
Waiting to bring down
His final ghastly stamp

So I'll think of you often
And I'll send love with this
On September the 19th
About a quarter past six.

It's the end o the year
We move like a roomba
Or Joe Biden
That's a line that belongs to a comic
Who do live among em in his life he do frolic

How we move forward
Is defined by the press
Which is constantly changing
At technological  behest
Is the road unavoidable?
More people?
More logic?
Devoid o time constrictions
The conversation
More phonic.

I remember the black and white eighties
When the people owned their shops
Not just the proprietors
But those around who flocked
For communion
And connection
On a Saturday afternoon
Wether marital arts
Or comics
Music
Clobber
Video games in smokey gloom
Chapter one and Ogre books
Backtracks and Probe
The leather shop and flip
Down a pasty for fuel
It was always grey and overcast
Rain off cobbles danced
Outside of short lived record shops
The mood only enhanced
The breakdancers with their Lino
The suedeheads and the goths
Sick Thrashers and glam posers
Sitting off and taking stock
Uneasy tribes would gather
From both near and far
Then up the hill to Shaolin World
To buy a throwing star.

She was set to wander
Born to learn
Over many
Lifetimes
Reinventing
Anew
You know?
Like the Highlander
Only this being true
Once Sumerian
Now suburbanite
Holds the knowledge
Of all
She thinks she'll
Get off of this planet
A bit before
The fall.