Tilly licks her lips
When the vinegar hits the chips
Don't you know now
She does backflips?

She'll walk by your side
If you have some scampi fries
Or perchance a cheesy moment
When it comes to food
She'll brook no opponent
Were  I to die
She'd eat my components.

The voice of the audience
The narrator in the woods
The misdirect in subtitle
Exposition comes in floods
Foreshadowing
Foreboding
Before the final reel
Trying to leapfrog
The meaning
Before the big reveal.

That giant redwood you could drive your car through
The Buddhas of Bamiyan
The old man of the mountain too
Magnificent Palmyra
The docker's umbrella
Things of beauty
Sent off to landmark heaven
Wether
Time or vandals or poor public planning
They are all now gone
No more time they'll be spanning
As the recycle rate
Kicks on with new pace
Enjoy the things that you love
Before they're erased.

Ritz crackers!
Ritz crackers!
How you Smell
Just like my knackers!

That dog that climbed to the top o the great pyramid
Had more than a touch o the jackel
Panting ,looking down ,481 feet off the ground
People aghast at how it could happen

He's a dog! I opine
So just keep in mind
That's what some brave doggies do
He's not got our fear
He just wants to bound clear
O the earth
And our human to-do

There's ancient peace up there
He projects back through the years
To be with his full blooded ancestors
Stood at once near the peak
***** his leg for a leak
At ease with his familial protectors.

In a period of sobriety
I tend to wake up early
Still somewhat fuzzy
Deffo unfocused
Twisting forest path
Unclear to me
So many possibilities
Even though
Over the ****
Strong sunlight
Filters through canopy
Inspiration
To avoid the slump
Back into sloppy reverie
The pleasant endless drunk
But it could end right here
With a cool breeze on my face
The fawns and the rabbits
I Sort of like this place.

There's a sweet silver hue on the grass this morn
Soft defracted through the dew
A warm misty drift is formed
Soundtracked by the pigeons
Moaning low
A quiet transcendent being is born
The briefest of existence
Magnifies it's vague brilliance
As a cloud bank rolls over
And screens it for awhile
You know that it's still there
A bulwark against the care
That been persistently nagging you
To be alive
But when the sun appears again
something has know changed
It's flattened out
All joy gone south
Your eyes cast down
And once again
Yourself you do chide.

The three heaviest stones ever hewn and then placed
Rest in Jupiter Baal
27 years before Christ was born
By the the Romans
Long before their fall

Each close to 800 tons
Hoisted 30 foot in the air
And fitted so tight
You can't tell em apart
Put together with unfathomable care

But the quarry they're cut from
Not a mile away
Holds wonders even more vast
Three monoliths with a joint weight
O  4000 tons
Sit waiting  forlorn on the grass

The pregnant
The forgotten
The southern
Carved but never  transported
Will idle the ages
In dour unemployment
Their installation
Never reported.

Some disagree with the timeline
Say the Romans didn't go for big blocks
That it don't jive with their efficiency
Always against the clock

Some claim it was Alexander
About three hundred years before
Some even say its impossibly ancient
Posit lost civilisations galore

These shouts are fantastic by nature
Fly in the face o evidence compiled
By generations of strident experts
Disputed by casual tourists
Modern lazy thinking defined

Their points are stretched and wooly
Methodology sketchy at best
The work has been done
They're just having fun
These dolts
The paladins detest

It cannot be true
History has been proved
by research constant and heavy
That's correct I suppose
But Lord heaven knows
thats what they said bout Gobekli Tepe.

**** out the woman and **** out the man
That is how old egypt began
From primordial soup the island did rise
Then god turn to man and the stones he did prise
Up from the earth in pyramid form
And that is how old egypt was born.

Chastened prince who once refused the crown
Although the people knew he ruled
Scintillated in a tall place
Somehow less crude
Than he used to be
Made no odds really
On the vital tunes
All allusion fell away
As excellence accrued
Frozen in the presence of the rare
It felt rude to be
Outside o the self.

Once
Love handles
Now
Just grips
Unhandled.

We're like a big tuna casserole
That's been remicrowaved
One too many times.

These tariffs won't affect me
I never eat McDonalds
And I'm well sorted for
Depleted uranium ( previous regime).

They used to call him the ironmonger
For he'd make a bolt for the door
When it was his turn at the bar
His wallet was in his other jacket
He'd be back in a minute
Just round the corner
It wasent far
It became a sort of art form
One that I couldn't help applaud
His bald faced brass balledness
Deffo could not be ignored
But there is a craft
To chicanery
If done with a bit of charm
It provides its own amusement
So really where's the harm?
Others were driven *****
It made them twist and ****
But I always appreciate
A master hard at work.

What are you doing?!?.*******!?!?

2014 was a **** o a year
Her closest to me was riddled with fear
You know your classic
Slough of despond
A long dark crushing passage
I did not know how to respond

Then in June my dad got sick
an unholy malaise
Saw him on Father's Day
Looked like he'd been dead
For three days

We got the diagnosis the week after
They didn't hold out much hope
To avoid the disaster
See the cancer made his bones leak calcium
So they couldn't treat it
Harsh reactions
Would make the chemo **** him

So they pumped him full of saline
To flush the chalk away
It made parts o his body
Bloat and swell and sway
My mother said
His ***** had never looked so big
Nearly choked upon my laughter
It was a gag that I could dig

The thing then metastasized
And that was just about it
On September the 19th
His light got unlit

A week or two later
Our kid's girl
Found out she was pregnant
Just coincidence
Or the irony of heaven
And so nine short months later
Emily popped into the world
Red headed loud and beautiful
Like some  miracle occurred

So as you step into your life
You ginger tornado
You'll never know how much
Jimmy would have loved you.

Just before telescopes and such
He dared venture out to touch
Not just the face of God
But more
Than the church allowed
No centre could there be
No sun circling
You and me
Planets around other stars
Holy uniqueness not ours
So they strung him upside down
In front of all the town
And burnt him
Through the hours
Upon the Field Of Flowers.

It's Life Of Brian season
I'll watch it a couple of times this week
As we slide into Easter
Christianity's peak
Malcolm Muggeridge called it tenth rate buffoonery
Casting stones made of disingenuousness
Though they could hardly be accused of flagrant too soonery
The Bishop of Southwark clutched his pearls
It's like they never heard of the sacred and the profane
To throw mirth at the infallible
Everyone gets it
Everyone to blame
We all have an effect
Wether in or out the game.

Round and round the ragged rock
The ragged rascal ran
He knew not of the point o it
Or how he had began

The rock it was enormous
And though he'd only been round twice
It felt like several days had passed
The sun set at least thrice

On and on he kept
Unwilling to maintain But unable to stop
On this vast remote empty beach
Around that ******* rock

His beard it grew
His feet they blistered
But round and round
He still persisted

There was a lady somewhere
Outraged her care worn thin
But that can't be it surely
What was driving him?

He wore a rut into the sand
That became a trench
Had she put a curse on him That cruel vindictive witch?

He limped now in agony
Circuiting his narrow canyon
Till a freak tsunami wave
Gave him peace
And drown him.

The provision of suicide booths
Would be like free air travel
For those who say
They'll leave the country
Should the other side prevail.

If we could just keep our lacking mouth shut
Consider the planks in our eye
Sit in quiet contemplation with our cold heart
Hold two opposing ideas in our mind
Maybe not lionise the great Alexander
And his method of dealing with knots
Untie ourself from our surety
Let our blood flow through our brain
And not clot.

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.?

Once there was nothing
But nothing
Wasent having that
It wanted to be something
Something other than nothing
Yet there was nothing
And that should have been the end of that
Then there was something
So nothing must have worked it out.

How many electricians does it take
To change a lightbulb?

A male adult owls entire existence
Is given over to
Courting a potential  mate
To wit,to woo.

Much will be wiped away
The rest will be all altered
He said it
Mona Lisa eyed
The only sign of faulter
Your home and chattels
Now belong to us
And of course
Your kinder too
You need our codes
To eat and breath
So what you gonna do?
He didn't say that last part
Though he really wanted to
Pushing forward
To perceived perfection
A techno-Buddhist
Stew.

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.

Your tongue will dig your grave
Yeah but  that will take awhile
And in the meantime
The displaced earth
Will roll back
Into the pile
From wence it started
So it goes
Like yer man Sisyphus of old
You'll die mid pisstake  baby
Just like you done bin told.

These ******* aren't fooling me,
I'm gonna start calling Marathons Snickers!

I'm up early to see the eclipse
Even only if Its just a little bit
There you go I'm lying already
It's cos I'm off the drink
Sleep patterns unsteady
Don't fell like death
But super fuzzy
It's been a month
Slow acclimation is a whacky doozy
The light is strange
The slight conjunction still a couple of hours away
The birds seem spooked and muted
Cept one robin defiantly hootin
That's the way those little ******* play
Could of course be all for nowt
Heavy cloud bank rolling south
The disappointment
Could lead me right astray.

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.

Got that sickness
Makes you sweat and shiver
At the same time
Makes your bones ache
Like they might vibrate apart
Nausea rises and swells
Just like Noah's Ark
Delerium not Tremens
Adrift in the dark
Is it night or day?
Am I hot or cold?
Like the ills of childhood
Like the ills of old
It'll pass soon enough
And then i will not care
That I feel I've been poisoned
And thrown down the stairs.

Kick off
All ensues
No one is safe
Final whistle
Violence is
Nobody cares
Patrick Thistle.

They reckon close to one hundred million
Died in WW2 and the things tied into
Three percent in then current standings     so
Just think how the world would be

With all them antecedents
And then of course
All the **** since
It seems so silly to total up them
As if you make a point that stands up to
Any thing at all

And all the business
Religion and ideology
And family feuds
Personal animosity
The ******* being rude on the bus
And anything that you
Can call a fuss
It's not your fault.

Photon?
Aw go on
I don't mind if I do
Well actually
You've got no choice
It is essentially you.

You can swing from a gibbet
Or process coffee like a civet
And die knowing
You served the lord
Anyway.

When you get stabbed in the back
It seems an affront
You get knifed in the front
Then it's nobody's fault
Both seem conspiratorial
But it's the way that we are
Those who wield the blade
Are just those what we are.

I went to see Riverdance on LSD
That's the cast and crew on it
Not me you see
It certainly a contemplative
Then interpretive effort
Watch for five minutes
You'll never forget it
And that's about
All they got out of me
How much cash do you want
Michael Ryan ******* Flatley?

Play up
Play up
And play the game
Gentle encouragement
The order of the day
Or worse
The path of non exposure
That just lengthens
And broadens the desert

Cmon now try and  watch the news
Not to extract some saliant views
But to know
By Repeated showings
The horror didn't come from you

Through time
Exasperation
Exhaustion and love
The meds
The sessions
Oh so rough
Your innards then
Had had enough
And so began to heal

Cos you can't stay frantic all the time
Terror and guilt
So must decline
All shadows
Get chased by light
Governed by rotation

That morning you said you felt a change
You licked your thumb to turn the page
Felt like my eyeballs would explode
From the sudden change of pressure

And so the daylight grew in warmth
Back to the world you sallied forth
That which seemed certain doom
Then drew a leavened smile
To pale your pitch down by the fire
At least for a good long while.

When you cough
And you feel
Your vertebrae
Crumble
Maybe it's time to get
A little bit humble
When your skelington
Creeks and refuses your claim
It might be time
To live a life of the brain.

Beating
Like a host
Turned heart
During
Transubstantiation
Spirit
Made flesh
Made flesh
And the wine
Pulses
And pumps
Like it did through his veins
Till
Longinus
Emptied the water out
Obvious now
What it was all about.

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

Don't give yourself
Credit for yourself
It's everyone else.
Don't go to near to the edge
You'll fall off the shelf.

We all die alone
Unless someone dies with you
The path that you travel is always within you
So we all **** and moan bout what life has turned into
We all die alone.

All of a sudden
Is a phrase that
I keep thinking of
As if it
Could
Spark something
That would make
Me worthy of
The people who went
Before
Those that kept keeping on going
To give us this point
On which we keep failing.

Save your poison
Save you sweet,sweet juice
Cos there's a plague acomin'
Gigantic rats are
On the loose
Tell me where you got it
Tell me where the juice comes from
Because I'm in desperate
Need of some
Big hairy *******
Are at my door.

Hold your water
Better hold it better keep it fast
Solid,steam or liquid
Now that currency is past
What do you call it?
What is this H twenty stuff?
That's how the boss man couched it
And that's the truth
You couldn't make it up.

My feet are sweating
And my brow is cold
It's all topsy turvy now
I can't remember
When I got this old
And everybody's at it
It's become much more than a fad
Your brother always drank too much
I think he did it because he was sad.

You've got to.......
Who knows what you've got to do?
You've got to.......
Avoid the follow through.

I love it when you're away
My thoughts turn so light
And so gay
I float on a cloud
Unfettered
By fear and doubt
Yes I love it when you're away

But then you come back.

I always thought
You could redo Pesci's" Funny how?"scene
In Goodfellas as one about poetic effectiveness

"What the **** is narratively compellingly about me?"
That type o thing
Give it a go. X.

You literally can't do anything wrong on here
It's like playing the bass.