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?

In Hollywood
Gas masks work forever
And in the worst conditions imaginable
In reality I bet they're a bit ****
It just doesn't seem that tangible.

A follow up
Morrissey asked
An indeterminate amount of time
After he posed
His previous question.

Just watched a ***** in which
A young lady has *** to *** relations
With several young enthusiastic gentlemen
In the back of a 1930's vintage roadster
It was called "******,****** *******."

Tilly licks her lips,when the vinegar hits the chips.
Don't you know? Now,
she does back flips.
She'll walk by your side
If you have some scampi fries
or perchance , a Cheesey moment,
when it comes to food
She'll brook no opponent,
Were I to die
She'd eat my components.

It's all on her terms,
She don't need you or no one else,
She has herself,
But what's that in your hand?
Could it be something she might understand
To be human food?
Always in that mood,
She will not be misconstrued.

If you don't feel hungry
Why eat?
Is that not the essence of defeat?
If You can't export it
Complete
The thing you meant to defeat.

Everyone stinks of something
But not all can smell it
Dependant on your olfactory frequency
Is what gives the odour credit


Pitched above or below them
And they inhale in ignorance
But tuned
Right on the money
And they will look at you
Askance.

Took my old dog for a limp
We balance each other out
He keeps looking up
Imploringly
Arthritis/Gout
We don't go too far no more
Round the park and back
I let him eat what he likes these days
It's days that he lacks
The ones to come I mean
He's got plenty in the past
I saw him wolf his first sausage
Soon I'll watch him eat his last.

Do you walk round in circles
Do you know when  you're doin it
Do you talk to yourself
Whilst you eschewing it
Is there a way
To stop the step
Will charred flesh be helpful
Or could it be a salad
Nutrition is a bit ******* key
But is it really?
The ****** of refuelment
Is what we be after.

Don't confuse funicular
With rack and pinion
Or you'll never get up Snowden
There are those who'd argue
But that is my opinion.

Been watching
These yankie police bodycam vids
Yeah i know
Thats some low hanging ****
Both funny and depressing as ****
***** and drugs are involved
Every time that you look
At this classic behavioural sink
At first you assume
That their attitudes just stink
But then you realise
When in this state
It allows one to access
The Demons Of Hate
They live just outside the blood brain barrier
Once a level is breached
They attack like a harrier
It's that dimension
A Planck length
Off of your skin
The horrors of the Cosmos
Drew deadly in
Then released in our world
In repetitive spite
But they don't stay long
Steals a lot of energy
Leaving their host
Aghast and incredulous
Like post nut clarity
They often poignancy invoke
One mumbled
"I'm a cancer researcher,that's why I smoke".

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.

Do you ever try to think
Like a dog?
Try to log the way
They follow your eye?
In the way the cat
Fully denies
Any claim on love
And the budgie longs to be free
He can't believe
Your niave cruelty
And of course
The goldfish
Wears the crown
Of
Our
Selfish
****.

In the garden of Eden baby
In the room above a pub
In the valley of the shadow
That's where I found my love

When dinosaurs ruled the earth
The day the Earth stood still
When a river ran right through it
That's when I got my fill

Something in the way she moves
Some day my prince will come
Some enchanted evening *******
Some kind of wonderful

Who watches the watchmen?
Whose side are you on?
Who are you peter Townsend?
Whose heavy head wears the crown?

The influence
Of the self
On the self
Is not generally
Accepted as defined
The self itself
Not even definite
But that way
We're inclined.

When even our core becomes sand
After its followed the crust
Mantle
And land
Then vibrates
To the far reaches
Would we be the first to go?
Do we phase up or below?
We'll be grains
So what would that teach us?

It's about an hour and ten in
Depending on the ads
When he's in the map room
Calculating where to dig
If you blink you will miss it
But it's deffo there
A classic ****
Defined and then
Rubbed right out o there.

The Captain's ball
The Trophy5
The spheres of childhood
Now not alive
It isn't wise
Not at this juncture
To mount space hoppers
That have slow punctures.

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.

Evil is an ocean in which we float
And from that we drink
It's buoyancy uplifts up
It's salt makes us sick

It's waves push us
In all the ways we go
The currents aggregate
The humans on the flow
To islands o detritus
Perched around the world
All cliffs o which face the sun
Although that sounds absurd
The shitness o this verse
The mewling o the heart
All the above can be said
About love and art.

They saw them at Mcminville
They had nothing to gain
Betty and Barney Hill
Experienced real pain
At Rendlesham forest
They ****** with the recruits
In Phoenix in 97
It seemed the governor
Was in cahoots
The go fast
The tik tak
The gimble
And the cube
The ******* huge triangle
But it's not evidence accrued
Cos they would have to land
At The Don's inauguration
And even that
Wouldn't  cure my
Constipation.

A cat hijacks a plane
Puts a gun to the pilots head
And says
"Take me to the caneries!"

The hell that's other people
Is clipped out of context so they say
Others stick to it's apparent obviousness
Simple misanthropia on display
Like an impossible inner housing ladder
We envy characteristic real estate
Which leaves us only sadder
In our current state
But if we got our desire
To move into someone new
The walls would all unwire
Foundations buckle too
The house would terrify us
It's feel it's sound it's smell
Someone else's intrinsicness
Would become our living hell
So forget all your envy
Cast off your wanton care
It's writ large in the small print my friend
It says
Buyer beware.

Round where I live
On a road called Dovedale
There's a double run o trees
On both sides o the lane
Early nineties
The council
Aggressively pruned
Right back to the stubs
Which the branches preclude
They bulbous forms twist
But not very far
The beatle fans from Penny Lane
Drop many a jaw
But I'm used to their
Unsettling visage
They look science fiction
Ancient and yet
Not that diminished
Like they'd bin there
More than they
Eighty odd years
But no one saw em
Till the need  came near.

Cast thy bread upon the waters
And It will be returned ten fold
But what are you supposed to do
With ten soggy loaves?

Once you hit a certain age
All your memories are ten years ago
Unless childhood or immediate
It's a decade Past
Give or take a year or so

Dilation and concentration of remembrance
Both stretched and contracted
Twenty years turns to ten
Five does the same
True chronology
Can't be extracted

I remember you now
How you were back then
As I just bumped into your sister
She says that you're well
I should give you a call
Time bubbles
And turns into a blister.

I'll see you there.

I don't know about you
You don't know about me too
When we meet there's the loath
That I don't feel about you
And then I suppose you feel it
But I can never be sure
We view ourselves
So completely unpure
And why should we
What have we done from this mark
I see your shadow
Poor defined in the dark.

Every year about this time
We head to Dorset
For tunes and wine
And deep fried squid
From thyme and tide
Next to roast chicken
Side by side

At  le grand bouffe
Heartburn won't subside
With rising bile you are supplied
No pieminster on this site
The pie and chips is sold by Sykes
Smoking buns the burger gaffe
Will do you breakfast if you ask
And at Tibetan kitchen
The hungry crowd grows thick
Ask him to save me
A Yeti's ****.

We knew it was impossible
But it happened anyway
There was a lot of fallout
There was ******* hell to pay
We were glad it occurred
Despite the cost
Had it not
All would have been lost
Tragedy and triumph
Relief from pain
Just one slim chance
To begin again.

The house I grew up in
Is now a rental property
Students
Short term leases
And such
In the near
Four decades since
It must have had
Dozens more
Impressions
Wonder
If mine still
Hangs round there much.

How do you know what you are?
The opinions stretch both near and far
They be *******
Swinging off of your ****
Both near and Far
It's just hard to know
What you are.

Like Bill Murray at the end of Scrooged
I'm overcome with emotion
And it's not just the *****
Unfettered sentimentality
Swiftly accrued
As I roll round in mawkishness
That I consume like food
Pining for that which I let die
And would again
To myself I just lie
I wouldn't know the truth
I'm an alien to it
Like some bastardised reverse ******* Jimmy Stewart.

The way glass gripped
Aluminium
Gave it away
Sutch a perfect
Device
Can't surely
Be in play
It stops
The spirit
Leaking out yer bottle
Now matter it's
Gyroplace
To me that proves
We live in hyperspace.

I think I've seen
AI videos
About how much
Sleep you need
But
Good lord
I'd feel terrible
If I've
Human relieved.

Ah don't be like that
Come on now
You know I didn't mean it like that
Good lord I don't know
How you can conflate
The things that I said
To your message o hate
But then again
I twist round in the wind
Shove me enough pressure
And my views I will l rescind
I missed the screen
What did they just tell me to say?
It don't matter
It'll change tomorrow
Why hey hey.

Imagine having to write
Jesus's autopsy report
You'd be there all week.

Still waters run deep
But sometimes a puddle's
Just a puddle

The dreams of meals past
Visited me last night
And made me
Revisit all my waste
By Christ there was
A lot of it
Hard to take it in
Talk about
Repent in haste

Is it better
To **** little
And often
Or go for the
Bread and butter
Clean out?
I'm getting
Conflicting opinions
Down the pub
Cos you only get
So much mileage
When it comes to
Human silage
You'll get your
Comeuppance
There's the rub.

We've built our church on the ruins of yours
It's always been that way of course
Sumarian Egyptian Hittite Inca
Reappropriation was what they were into
And rightly so
Can't waste that foundation
Took some of it with them
As they altered their nations
Through horror and peace
Some stone gets chipped off
The passage of time
Grinds down and smoothes rock
To a differing shape
Somethings lost
Somethings gained
But there's never been history
Without shouting and pain
So we'll build our church
on the ruins of theirs
Again and again through the
Cycling years.

The Holy Spirit descended
Upon the ****** Mary's chamber
It was the 24th of march

"Oh hi H!" Said Mary
"Gabe',said you be comin round
But I'm not sure what we doin
His clues thin on the ground.
He seemed a bit flustered
So what is it you want?
He made it sound important
Kept staring at his feet"
H S stroked his chin
Dropped his kecks
Asked
"Do you know what this is?"
She said
" I cannot conceive "
He bade her hold that thought
He would make her believe.

To be eaten by yourself
Is madness of course
How can you put the blame
On that one exact horse
That ran away
With your dignity
And all of your cash
To chase that loss
In the future
Relies on the past.

I'm eschewing *****
And ***** too
Perhaps a month
Maybe two
It's been a fortnight
Still slightly fuzzy
Jerky sleep patterns
I had it coming
Don't start me on
The whacky dreams
A disaster movie
Each night it seems
Aliens
Zombies
Catastrophes
Volcanos
Earthquakes
Foul disease
And it's all my fault
I caused it all
Uncharacteristic
Prideful
Before the fall

And then the wake.

What does a priest keep in his allotment shed?

Lettuce spray.

Ben just said to me
Thank you for reposting my piece on the dying babies
It made me laugh for ages and ages.

Today is the day
I have not been waiting for
A chance to begin.

My auld man
Saw a ghost when he was alive
In England's most haunted pub
Strangely enough
He swore he wasn't lying
Or that he was half cut
The ***** doesn't work that way
Unless at the extreme edge
Not in the middle of the day
When asked what the spectre looked like
He said "Just some normal fella."
He liked a joke Jimmy did
But in his voice there was a tremor
And a tone not oft heard from him
in point of fact not ever
His mates started calling him The Exorcist
A double meaning both were clear
For he'd visit you in the evening
And make your spirits disappear.

When your buddy
Sets up
An elaborate joke
With an international
Recording artiste
Done with skill
Thats completely
Bespoke
Then the only way
To view it
Is from the status of love
Because that's the way
He was thinking of.

I shook hands with Joe Gideon
And high fived the shark
After a forest performance
In which they had rocked hard

The beauty of his voice and words
The slickness o her grooves
Soaked into me sonically
And caused the earth to move

Their world is so inviting
As at the barrier i stand
They'll take you on a journey
To learn the ways of man.

I keep listening to and shaking my wristwatch
Yeah,that will make it go
Winding it lasts just a few minutes
Times unconcerned flow
Like that movie with Grodin and Deniro
Came out in eighty eight
Same year as that REM album bemoaning the worlds state

I've got one them old printers typeface drawers
******* to my living room wall
The kind you put keepsakes and momentos in
A lady made me install
But I am barely in it
It's all trips she took alone
Or nods to friends I've never met
The separation shown

When she left I put a couple of my own in
Then quickly took em out
Felt like a performance
What was that about?

So it clings there
All concert tickets and folded menus
Bithday badges blood donor pins
And I heart Amsterdam
Don't know why she didn't take it with her
As to the future she ran

So maybe I'll take it down
Deal with the brighter paint
Forward the tiny relics
Stop being what I ain't
Take a few new readings
Assess the things I lack
As The Duke said to Jack Walsh
I don't think she's coming back.