After eights
Are just
Soylent Greens
That's
Gone off.

I've started to fuse iron within my core
It won't be long now
I can feel innards roar
I read the sign that says exit
Atop the fuzzy door
Just passed
The point that tips
I'll metabolise
And grow no more

Switch off my chromosomes
Like Hisashi Ouchi
It won't be horrific though
Like with that poor *******
Might as well
Dive off of the wagon
C'mon let's get plastered
Swim in the pool
It was fun while it lasted

But you can change
Anytime that you want
It just a choice
Wether to drink
And from which font
Was it the script
Or performance
Made you a useless savant?
Better ask Tom Cruise.

Drinking in the day
Just like my daddy did
Before me
Yesterday
Drinking in the day
just like my daddy done
Before me
Oooh the shame

"No body loves me,
I'm not long for this world,
I'm gonna become a monk"
That was his drunken mantra
As to the couch he slunk

My mother would tut her distaste and say
"Jimmy not in front of the kids!"
But he'd just laugh
Roll round on the floor and say
"Sandra **** those kids!"

Then we'd drag him off to bed
My brother/my sister and me
To get the fat ****** up the stairs
You know it took all three

The sot
The lush
The drunken old louse
And that was Friday night in my father's house.

Not people with friends
Into the collective
We dare not descend
Or is that just me
Refused entry
By not knocking on the door
Not even walking up the street
Not even getting off the bus
Not even getting on the bus
Scanned the timetable with horror.

Humanity's an improbably steep
And multidimensional hill
To accommodate
All routes
A holy mountain
If you will
Though wether roped
Or solo it's a free for all
To
Scale
Freeze
Dangle
Or fall

But there's room up there still
If you fancy a climb
Cos most of us
Are sunbathing
In meadows sublime
Through opera glasses
Peering up transfixed
I see
Tiny dark figures hanging in time

I'm tipsy on thin air
And feeling unkind.

Townes Van Zandt
Had electroshock therapy in his youth to deal with depression
A miss prognosis
Cos they just about wrecked him
120 volts is generally the dose
But it looks like they upped it
And so cooked his goose
Memory loss and despair
Followed him the rest o his days
It's really no wonder
His songs are so great.

Frosties aren't Frosties anymore
They've changed their tack
The sneaky ******
They are now Shreddies
(The frosted one)
Sounds like AI Tolkien
The end's begun
Here I was trying to be healthy
A victim of marketing stealthy
Bracketed smallprint
Unbecoming
I still put extra sugar on em.

Where'd you get them spex?
Where'd you get them kecks?
Jesus lid yer clobbers off the chart!
And frocks for lady muck
Of prezzies there's a glut
The fences laughing
Play their part
But you've murdered trust so early
Gone so ******* Tory
Turning self obession into art.

Does Hell exist for you?
And while we're at it
Heaven too?
They might be there
Outside the canon
Somewhat the same
But somehow unmanaged
Either vague bliss
Or dull pain
Played out for eternity
Again and again.

It's time to get to grips
With a partial eclipse.

Theres a war between hamsters and toads
How it started nobody knows
But it's lasted now
Since time out of mind
And the hate simply has not declined

A border dispute?
Or more Tonton macoute?
Hamsters don't go for it subtle
While the toads they abide
And wait for stars align
And know now its time to throw down

For thousands o years
It's was nothing but tears
Though neither are capable o crying
Through relentless attrition
And murderous ambition
By the countless millions
They were dying.

But there's news from the front
Arbitration's afoot
There be disrupters
Of slime and of fur
They want peace and not war
To both kings they implore
Pointless hatred
Must be denied.

When you mean
What you overstate
There comes
A gap that some o your friends
Won't rate
Cos they clearly
Don't care for
Where you
Head for
The gate
And dive
Through.

Every breath comes with effort
Every step with pain
The ****** things you did
Flash over and over again
You never see your friends
And they have never seen you
Once ruddy with passion
Now you just feel blue
Ache
Cough
Splutter
Limp
Arched over like aged cast out toothless chimp
Can't connect to the world
To my dim eyes
It's just crazy
I said it once
And I'll say it again
I wish the lord would take me.

Get up and drink
Wouldn't that
Be funny
But we live in a world
That runs on money
The thing is that that means
What We create
Is based on the workings
Of what you call hate.

Tony Reid
Broke my arm
With power and imprecision
He let loose from the edge of the box
That ******* ball was fizzing
It curved to the right
On that fateful night
When I was tending goal
Instinctively I stretched out my limb
Against the direction I was going
Twisted in the stress position
It struck upon my wrist
You could hear me scream in the next county
I was on the injured list.

The healthy buds on the tree outside my window
Have brought forth glowing little leaves
Soon they will larger
With not much space in between
A natural barrier
An undulating screen
Though it moves and twists at the wind god's wish
By my neighbours I will go unseen
Between now and the Autum months
And that's alright with me.

121 years twixt the Montgolfiers and the Wrights
Then only 42  more
To Hiroshima
Going on that timeline
We should all be vaporised
So our demise must be less obvious

PETA say don't kick a robot
You can see where this is going of course
Transhumanism can't be delayed
It's what we about
It's what we do
its written in our DNA

What's the difference/distance
From an artificial hip
To a neural link chip
I shake my bonce
As you scoff
I hear Leonardo
As he Scratches his head
"What is this vision?
Alexa,off!?"

What do I owe you?
Have you kept track?
Deferred from what You owe me
Its in the ledger at the back
But that won't be much
the borrowing was one way
You were the primary lender
Far from predatory
I'd say
The interest
You levied
Accrued
Not collected
My returns
To you
About
What you expected.

At guessing people's age
I am no good
I either insult
Or leave em feeling extra smug.

What is there and what's it like?
Why is there something rather than nothing?
Simple questions without acceptable answers
Go on try it
Your head will be apopping
Maybe you can do it
But I know I can't
I start and trail off
Straight away
Cos I know
There's no commonality here
Trillions of notions
At play.

Like life before instant gravy
I couldn't think of existence without you
Our meat juices comingled
Such a sweet and salty stew
But then the sauce had all dried up
Nevermore to play the love sick pup
Forgot the golden rule
Didn't give
Deffo on the take
So now I watch you
From a distance
Like a cartoon bulldog
Looks at
An uncooked steak.

I remember seeing my first Greebo
It was on the bus to town
Swaythed in crusty denim
He lived by his own sound

I must have been 7 or 8
And was with me ma
Casting furtive glances over me shoulder
At the great gallah

His hair was strident
His beard was fierce
He stunk of hippy juice
My god i thought
By his lifestyle
I am preternaturally seduced

I'm guessing through
The mists o time
He must be pushing 70
I hope his life was happy
And his rockin was aplenty.

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.

Tortured for no reason
By the Japanese
In response to
General ripper's
Grave entreaties
He suffered
The indignities
Without much rancour
The strange thing is
They make such ****** good cameras.

Was the last action
To fill from the bottom
To the haf way point
Or to drain from the top to the same?
There's your answer mate.

I met a lady in a pub
And we got on well
The chat was easy
And flowed both ways
I could feel a connection
And I think she did too
The time ran quickly
The last bell rung
Our eyes met
And the lady said
I've enjoyed speaking
To you
I've haven't laughed
Like that in ages
I feel you felt it too
She said
I'd invite you home
But I'm on my menstral cycle
I'm replied smoothly
That's ok queen
I'll follow you home
On my Honda.

Why is there something
Rather than nothing?
Followed swiftly by
What is there
And what's it like?
The sound of one hand clapping
And does a fish really need a bike?
The silence of falling forest trees
Two sets o footprints become one
An old lady and a serpent
A prodigal has his fun
Cast thy bread upon the water
And then times that by ten
Don't be counting them
Precognitive chickens now
Like some optimistic hen.

What if there's an afterlife
For your energy
But not your consciousness  ?
Some part gets repurposed
Just not the part you guessed
The given of the hereafter
Is that you will be there
Some eternity felt in Devine ecstasy
Else endless strafed despair
Imagine being a suicide bomber
Happy to go beyond
And just before you press the button
The universe shows you you're  wrong
That you will not be rewarded
With what you think you'll get
You'll just be floating with the others
No joy and no regret.

I share my birthday
With John Lee ******
Beat that
You sweaty ******!

It's my birthday today,pour me a scotch.
No,pour yourself a scotch.
No,let me pour you a scotch.
No,it's my birthday today,pour me a scotch.

What ever happened to Selina Scott?
Like lady Di
But way more hot.

It's funny in the dark
Hilarious in the void
Right up until the point
Your ego gets destroyed.

Skeleton walks into a pub
Orders a pint of Guinness
And a mop

I was walking down the street the other day
When a spiny anteater dropped  dead right in front of me,
I kid not..

I see my serial killer neighbour
In the sharp early evening light
It does him no favours
Looks like he's had a fright
He put something in the wheely bin
Took a step
Turned
And fished it out
Cast a look over both shoulders
Cupped his burden
Went back in his flat
He is so slight and skinny
A breath of wind could Leave him prone
He's clearly subduing them with drugs
Before doing what must be done.

Sit where you are
That seems about right
Don't move too much
Don't step into the light
We don't like that
When you seek Beyond fear
The point of us being just about here.

Hello poetry
Hello piety
Hello my growing need for sobriety
Goodbye the lash
Goodbye the sauce
Goodbye to laughter
And high times of course
Once it was fun
Once it was keen
But like Carlito opined
You just run out of steam.

I came here with my clay
Ready to throw down.

I've heard there is a bus stop
On the old Kent road
On the roof o which
A VHS o Hellraiser
Was thrown

Someone saw it
And took a picture
And soon a community was formed
And more copies
The elements endured

Rain and frost and then thaw

A classic piece of art
Wether meant or not
You got to give to the cockneys
Some o them ain't *****.

The boy stood on the burning deck
He looked across the Nile
As the flames licked up his leg
He felt the pharoahs smile.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Cowered in the terrible light
A warmth below he felt
Cos in his kecks
He'd  *****.

The boy stood on the burning deck
He'd never seen the like
His vintage radio refused to work
Because of melted Bakelite.

Wait for the rain
To no longer remain
Shelter under trees
Till it  decides to wain
And then stride forth
To begin once again
No longer concerned
To be
Dry
Ever  again.

If there's fifty ways to leave your lover
How come you only mention five or six?
Is that because a magician
Never reveals all of his tricks?

And if we live in the land of a thousand dances
What's with the paucity of description?
I'm starting to think these people
Just forge and deal in fiction

Or at least vast overstatement
Followed by unironic litotes
The limits of the form laid bare
Soon covered by the vagaries

Of broken hearts
George Throughgood
Projected a final score of
Two thousand
I'd like to see him
Name a tenth of them
The mans all mouth and trousers.

Target acquired
We got him on the thermal imaging
Yet he neutralised the threat
We could not launch against him
He walks twixst the raindrops
He hides in plain sight
All attempts to bring the hammer down
Just end up in *****
He seems so protected
Just what has he done?
To have the machine and the earth
Pressed under his thumb

God said to Abraham
**** me a son
Abe said
Ah c'mon boss
Not this again!

The relative temperature of light
Is apparent to those that
Got arseholed in Spain
Fell asleep doubled over naked on the balcony
And thus exposed their fruit baskets
To the blistering morning
Takes awhile
But
The burn it keeps coming.

God came to me
In a dream last night
He didn't say which one
Voice ambiguous
Shape unclear
My eyeballs overcome
He's a lot funnier
Than you might expect
He's quite fond of a pun
His advice is for all
To laugh together
Or cry apart
Then all is done.

You know when you need a ****
But just cannot release?
Cos self containment
Is something
That will not desist
Then don't think of your bladder
Think of the abyss
Then there will no need
To move your
Photons
To this.

Imagine your lymbic system
Got infested with AI
Maybe it's already happened
An explanation
Wouldn't seem
Like a lie
If you couldn't
Tell the difference
If you thought
It came from you
If they held you down
And explained it
What would That mean
To you?