Transparently Disparaging

I wish
I were more odious
Sarcastic and insidious
sanctimonious and perfidious
buffoon-like and ridiculous
but
dictated to
and berated through and through
by you
expressing the major dictates
of the combined lesser states
ill conceived voices that raise concerns
as we twist to kneel
and worship our sense of self

Celebrity Squares

Hair gelled
and freedom felled,
trousers pressed
and dressed for success
The girth of self worship
expands
and makes demands,
angry internal voices raised
in praise of slavery,
the price of craving
Unblemished
and embellished,
make up
for fake looks,
manicured hands choke me,
glamorous Facebook housewives
poke me
It's no joke,
awoken to photoshopped,
edited and photos cropped,
that despite the fight
and struggle
won't let me go,
God
is in the ego.

Rites and Lefts

In honour of the dead
special prayers will be said?
What about the others?
Uttered by tutting devout brothers?
You mean there are grades
of tragedy appraised ?
Degrees of terror and loss
as determined by a book
dictated by a bearded boss?
Well,
that's sick,
you blinded pricks
It defies rational belief
to capitalize
and evangelize,
to reap a nations grief
There are no greater or lesser losses
It's a blooded pen
that has written, as you're smitten,
your top ten
Jimmy Saville would be proud,
out perverted by converted
hidden in the crowd
What an infernal din,
I quake,
as you shake
your collection tin
Held tightly
by the balls,
for gold to decorate
venerated halls
Wrists with backstage passes
but coach class
for the masses

Contextually Contentious Contents

From the fear I might defeat myself
I think I may delete myself
Start again for lesser gains
molding what remains,
clay stained fingers,
squeezing,
in the wild hope of appeasing
Kneading,
while the wheel spinning ever rapidly
due to pressure felt by the foot
descending,
insisting I become
a receptacle,
bowl shaped,
mouth taped and gullible
A repository,
for a sharp edged,
roughly sawn wedge,
sociological suppository

Meat tube

Pulled nose to toes,
stretched thin,
from feet
to chin
Temerous and membranous,
taut
and pulled wide,
the greatest
and most sensitive instrument,
strings played melodiously
bass profundo resounding,
fingers move
to orchestrate designs
Tremors on the surface
lead to understandings based
on the most faithful
and mindful
interpretations,
defined by the infinite
both within
and without

Not The Knot

Small increments
scratched on a watch face
or dial
Green right angles
and a choice of turnstile
States wavering between slavery
and bravery
A place in between
rarely occupied by people
seldom seen
No bills on boards
Hoarders or goaders
Whores or freeloaders
Mental or demented
Oft visited
but not frequented
Sparsely furnished
No telegraph
Telephone
Television
An absence of derision
Unseen states united
of a place that remains unblighted

Control Shift R

In the end
let's  not pretend,
pride dented,
we relented,
relinquished
sweaty palm gripped hold
on folding green,
for fairer gains,
for higher aims,
held aloft,
perched and held precariously
on shoulders
of poorly bred arguments,
making sacrifices
at the feet of devices,
devout,
without a doubt,
bread basket supplications
for the latest applications,
update me
and rate me,
tie me down and castigate me
In store,
wide smile demonstrated,
held down screaming
while castrated

Best Wishes

He's not the father
I'm not your son
An unhappy birthday
You're hated by everyone
You're a slut
You're husbands a glut
Resembles an overweight
Jabba the hut
You git
You're a tit
Blathering slavering fool
of a gobshit
I hope you fail
or end up in jail
Too fat
or too thin
either way a waste of skin
A zit on the arse
of a mediocre French farce
A rancid septic boil
from a long overdue coil
Words not heard
and all too often barred
Never found
sold for a pound
at Clintons Greeting Cards

Holding Pattern

It's just a brief pause
No bores
or chores
no laws
or legal clauses
No causes for dispute
A small spell
in a softer cell
An intermittent period,
queried and derided,
mocked and parodied,
button polished and paraded,
bought,
sold,
stolen and traded
Ridiculous poses
and curious camber,
immortalised
in exchange for lies,
upended,
suspended in Amber

Past Being Tense

Skin stretched tight,
and taught
to not ask the wrong questions
Stretch the lechers
wanters and needers,
greediest solipsists,
haters and feeders
Packed slack on the rack
backs crack,
as wheels are turned
and lessons unlearned,
bared teeth keening,
meaning and sentiment elementarily deprived
from the dregs of kegs drained,
store bought greetings
feelings contrived
for some sense,
unappropriated recompense,
a small coin dropped at the feet,
weakest voice intelligible,
of the poorest man imaginable

Chinese Theatre

Light the candle
and turn the handle.
Rotate clockwise,with fear,
in accordance with the sunrise,
and the time of year
The cut outs move, casting shadows and shapes,
roughly fashioned edges,frayed in disarray.
Blooded cookie cutters
for sharp edged,
uniformly pledged,
hefty wedged nutters.
I see criticism wrapped in witticisms,
snide asides writhing,
the neater the disguised feat of clothing,
the greater the need for greed and loathing

Boom Town

We advertise, with aplomb,
two thousand test explosions
since the conception of the bomb.
The stuttering of guttering lights
anger spent in haste
and cities writhe in pity
from people laid to waste.
Ballistic,
fatalistic,
intercontinental,
gone mental.
Fissile piles for the missile mile,
smiles wiped from faces
and extinct human races,
historically inept we leapt,
before we looked,
ran,
before we walked,
talked of peace,
lease expired,
leashed and mired,
in primordial knee jerks,
feeling,
and reeling,
from intrinsic fatalistic quirks.

Define divine devides

Dark beige voice tickling
corduroy vocal chords,
sides straddled,
side saddled,
brain addled,
lines blurred and muddled,
befuddled from meddling middles,
fiddles played
flow stringent liquid strings,
bringing sing song do no wrong sing alongs.
so join the pitiful throng,
adjoined,
conjoined,
sewn by sacrifice,
incoherent adherence,
solvent basted face
glued to inoffensive indefensible fences,
raised,
and too oft praised
to divides,
drawing too fine to see lines,
between what should be yours,
and what could be mine

Son,Husband,Father and Brother

The love and memories
sustain us
and entertain us
no feeling
of being bereft
he hasn't left us behind
the sweet reminders
remaining inside us
of times spent smiling
Wrapped secure
kept safe
held warm and close
those that knew him
saw him like no other
My beautiful
Yorkshire born
forever there brother

Don't Walk

A little light music,
tired of the view,sick,
to shoehorn my brain,
black leather polished,
ill thought abolished,
workplace admonished,
cup tipping from hot sipping,
another mug of tea strained.
Just another,
ugly mother,
bright,
tight fitting,
quite fitting,
supposedly fag quitting,
commute sitting day.
Pitting weary wits,
unwittingly slipping on quips,
streets greased from shoulder chips dripping of,
folk gripping handrails,
for succor from life's betrayals.
The repetition in the best tradition
of the saddest tales repeated
from words and songs depleted
of meaning.

Learning To Spell

We cuddle
as we huddle
in a puddle of tears,
facing fears
in the face of impending doom
so please,
there's Jesus to appease
 make room
for the bride and groom
Dustpans for lives wrecked
dirt left unswept by broken brooms
Household chores
demean her demeanour
if you need a lackey
then marry a cleaner
Licences for licentiousness ?
In times past a hand fast
would more than suffice
There's a lot to be said
about breaking bread
with bickering Christian thick 'uns
but I'd rather chew fat
and exchange tit for tat
with Druid -like
modern day wiccans

Playing Chicken

Don't be afraid,
I don't doubt you made the grade,
don't be aggravated or ashamed,
when they want to care,
so eat your fair share of the blame.
Draw near
and don't fear,
I'm practiced at saying everything
that I think that you want to hear,
I'll make the right noises in all the right places,
all the right sounds to all the same faces,
I'll ask the right questions
and be on your side,
tongue tied
I know my role
and say my lines without pause
or hesitation,
It's pre- ordained
and half restrained
no cause for consternation,
but
please don't ask to trade,
what lies behind my masquerade,
because I've really no idea.
I augment reality,
live a life of fantasy,
head in the clouds you see,
attempting redemption
in the hope I could cope,
with the concept
of a much better me.

Sit On It

All is and will be well
Yeah,like hell
It's a bell rung in cloisters hung with souls
It's a song sung
from a severed tongue
'O' shaped mouth distorted by the bung.
It's an eyebrow raised
in praise of bores fighting wars
But god,they say,
loves a trier,
so vote for the best or worst liar

You,kay?

I'm spoiled by,
sullied and soiled,
by and by,
by western skies
Welts
from the belts
of gold festooned goons
Grins
above seven chins,
thrown deep,
in Dale Winterns
twenty four seven supermarket sweep
Handshakes from rakes,
quaking and slaking
for higher stakes
Fingers in ears
don't hear,
a fat man shedding a tear,
that waters down,
gives cause for a frown,
his seventh
super strength beer

Sing! The Poor

Divorced cerebrally
Enforced liberally,
lost
in the contours of reality.
Twists,turns
and folds
of alternating
heat and cold
Swearing
banner bearing fealties
to highly questionable
and unreasonable contrivances
Dalliances,
midnight meets
on darkened streets,
allies
are not alliances
Words sworn
from battered books,
covers torn
No longer edited
or aligned
but credited
and unresigned
Hear the worthy wordy plea
of Mr Amos Yee

The Thirst Of April

Hooray!
A brand new day
to have my say
I wake up to make up
celebrities,
made up deities,
coked up mysogenies,
diasporic theories,
on mornings wet and dreary
People shot while on their knees,
bigger figure burgers
with extra cheese,
coupons for add ons,
cheaper pills
for harder hard ons,
higher rates to work
and lease,
slaving
while ageing,
for wages to appease
the unfeasible,
unreasonable.
Seasons for diseases,
sniffles,
coughs,
and midweek wheezes,
ringing in to blag days off
to be freed,
smoking weed,
snout nose absent from the trough

Ministrations

Pull your finger out,
lager lout,
have a care
if you dare,
and shout
about it,
if you doubt it
A pyrrhic victory
for liquored up dicks
in the ministry,
as silence reigns
on rush hour trains,
our tongues
are stilled,
from mouths fed full
and pockets filled
Thoughts
are censored,
fenced off
with a tense cough,
behind hands
we once
determined as good,
but now find
no longer kind,
and grip slipping,
from the dripping
of indiscriminate blood

Aleppo

The first insult
you mutter,
vindicates,
and indicates
you're a nutter
You're poor
in terms of wealth,
that
describe mental health
Odious
but commodious,
accommodating
fluctuating views
of interpreting news
Guns are held,
people shelled,
trees felled
for paper,
to describe
tapers lit
by suited shits,
a board game
of unrelenting shame,
where dice,
thrice thrown,
earn extra turns
to win
in the end,
offending,
never ending,
rule bending,
rights to fight
you shoulder shruggers
and shirkers
you bomb,
do no wrong,
aid workers

The Law Of Averages

If I touch you too much,
it's the proximity
of fragility,
adjacent to mortality,
tangential dichotomy,
essential taciturnity,
the promise of eternity
If I hold you too long
is it wrong?
You're detecting
me rejecting,
space age,
road rage modernity
If I kiss you slowly
it's the closest thing to holy,
but I'm shucking,
chucking off the covers,
blankets and sheets
that conceal two lovers,
one anachronistic
and dutiful,
the other mute,
but beautiful

Tear Along Dotted Line

Clinging to packages
under carriages
on trains
Under checkpoints
hand held over child's mouth
crawling through drains
Through undergrowth
while guards patrol
with dogs barking at passport control
Inside trucks 
falling from planes 
killed under the wheels of trains
It's this country
with which they're smitten
Sign up
and line up
for the brand new Battle of Britain

Age Of Tings

Collect resources,
live longer,
collect coins for wonga
Build a castle,
recruit serfs
Toil the earth from a distance,
crush all resistance
Annihilate and decimate
opposing forces,
with infantry,
pikemen,
cavalry on horses
Show no mercy,
but worse yet,
place bets on outcomes
Keystrokes
by lonely folk
battling their wits
in urban flats
and run down bedsits
High definition
limited edition
rendition of a life lived
to screen
nose pressed
face sweaty sheened
and half undressed

To Protect And Serve

Avoid the fray,
don't disobey,
Ran the sign?
Just pay the fine,
accused of random acts of crime
Unchecked
redneck blue suits
are shooting the breeze
standing,
prone,
or on your knees
Smokey bears,
doughnut waistline bigger
with hardened stares
are pulling triggers
at random
in tandem
at any stalwart public figure
Fear inspired
they conspire,
hell bent
god sent
murderers and deceivers
guns instead of cleavers
I tire of the fucking butchers,
of Pastor Terence Crutcher

Intentionally Left Blank

Yellow line,
bright,
down my back
reflects light,
intermittently illuminated
by pools at night
Spat on
and shat on,
KFC bargain bucket
for a hat on
Friend and home
to those drunk
or all alone
Big stone smiles,
cobbled teeth
and asphalt feet,
I'm all street.

Curved Space

How long would it be?
And how far would we get?
Before the recourse
for discourse
forms a big cause for regret?
She squirms,gurning,
as I'm learning
she's unfamiliar
with a contradiction of terms
Past tense is nonsense,
future tense
no recompense
Only the present lends itself,
so make amends
to future selves

Bradford

We're fearing beatings
from punks,
and drunks cheating,
the dangers
of spare change jingling,
I'm wearing the same
clothes
as you,
it must be
nineteen eighty two
Zombies
in crombies,
causing frowns,
in once brothers worn,
slightly torn,
hand me downs
Town beckons
hecklers reckoning,
night bus catching,
bottle clutching heathens
heaving,
scathing looks
from chucked up guts
in alleys,
and gullies,
dark streets sullied,
we're hiding frowns
worried about bullies,
in this home,
our northern town

Scallys and Back Alleys

The players assemble,
no preamble.
Instruments revealed from cases,
on daises,
leveled gazes.
A raw,nerve exposed chord
of the flawed,
is struck
Wizened familiar fingers pluck,
strings drawn tight,
under stage lights far too bright.
A cacophony ensues,
inspired,
by half retired thoughts,
of an aged muse.
Briefly they align,
accidentally,
and coincidentally,
merging,
on the verge of some unknown design
But sweat dripping from pores
I'm clutching your hand
as we edge toward the stage door.
Musical scores are drawn,
notes are fired as we duck,
and weave,
lips smile
but beneath
I'm minding grinding teeth,
as we find an excuse to leave

Half Eleven

My fingers,
hands,
make small designs on her back
as she sleeps
I'm communicating to her dreams
She slumbers deep
as we both lay
undressed,
I gently press
my lips to hers,
she stirs,
and mumbles
words nonsensical,
and I love her even more
as she snores
She's tired,
while I'm hardwired,
I'm pressed from a mold
that embraces northern cold,
so warmth
from her body
I treasure like gold
Leisurely fold her
in my arms
stroking her hair,
careworn,
where we lay,
I'm keeping
bad dreams at bay

Victoriana

Gongoozler.
Bamboozler.
Perfidious and insidious,
tomfoolery and buffoonery
Sir,you can't be serious,
entertaining goonery.
Spoon fed,
leash led,
bathed,enslaved,
and put to bed.
Learn to wipe your own arse,
bombastic pederast.
Concentrate the rays from your gaze
through a half broken looking glass,
to peer at what remains
on the pavement,dashed out brains
where you fell,reliant as hell
on deceptions,
conceptions based on cloths raised for the tell
and reveal of the spell,
of once concealed poor wreckages
of neat packages in a row,
tied with a bow.

That Sinking Feeling

A lack of a sense
of direction?
No compass
or bearing
for course correction?
Make a decision
on your own,
not laying blame
to the owners of bones thrown,
or subject,
or the object,
of someone's poor derision,
on a ship of fools
with borrowed tools,
to repair
planks worn and holed,
from emboldened
stories embellished,
night time tales told
Swabbing,
scrubbing decks,
of ancient wrecks
Barely held together,
tethers worn,
strips of leather torn
to cram
in a tight jam,
gaps that spill
salt waters that sting
as they spill,
into bilges filled
to the limit
with suggestions
fortified with wine
way beyond
the plimsoll line

Into The Fold

You present me,
all smiles,
with a grey box
empty,
I'm perplexed
You say climb in,
the laughing stops,
and I contort,
distorted,
warped out of proportion,
so bent double
I'm folded into corners.
Legs cramping
knees drawn up to chin,
sharp creases in pale skin.
My shape made anew
by nimble fingers.
Origami idiot

Bugger,Hugger Mugger

Please
don't ask for the time,
and please
don't ask me for change
Please
don't ask me/insist
that I vote
A scrote
is a scrote
and there's no
antidote
Please
Don't ask me to fight
you're telling me
it's my right
to be angry,
as hell
Well,
I can't dispel
the notion,
that I'm sure
that it's based on emotion
states that fluctuate
not delegated
And please
Orange Vest
you don't desist
though I reaist
I'm here to retail
not disclose
like a rabbit that froze
my current acount details

Driven

Step back cracker
This ain't no seventies
shake down,
in fake town,
cut me some slack
and back off
Jack
If you're  a cop
you'll get a cap,
not a slap
Yeah
I got the black stuff,
step round back,
be discreet
and take a seat,
you're sweating
so I'm betting you're needy,
you greedy fuck
Feeling withdrawals
and urges,
for kerb crawls
on verges,
insane thrills
from eviscerated road kills
Chill,
I've got what you need,
embargoes aside,
I could do with a ride,
yeah,
South Side

Wet Saturday

Fast lips
make loose
lipped quips
spill gip
Ill -equipped
Lips tight
white and pressed
stressed
spill shite
despite

Meet the Cleaver

Oxo cube and gravy granules?
Meat in a tube?
blimey,
we've eaten all the animals
Panda steaks and snakes baked to slake appetites
frightful but delightful blights,
cravings for ravens,herons and storks,
feet under tables hands on forks,
bears shaven to better feast on meat,
bellies round and replete
Marsupial soups and gloop
formed from processed
distressed
contents of a birds nest
Tiger bread
to dip in the froth
of the broth like contents of a zebra's head
Elephants are killed for thrills
bills sent
to hardly repentive American dentists
written with quills from duckbills,
natures beating heart stilled
Pâte's and purée's
moccachino's and latte's
we must be crackers,
something to savour whilst discussing the flavour
of adolescent alligator knackers

Fears,Dearest

I thought you
were the one
in a cage,
and it was me
set free.
Seems not
to be the case
Pedestals scratched,
nails torn and bleeding
red stripes
on white granite,
I'm clawing my way
up the pillar
I've chosen
to place you on,
scaling unreachable heights
vertiginous
mind reeling,
to reach the place
holier,
than you or me,
where I approach,
knees bent
on all fours,
to worship somewhere
I revere sufficiently
to call home

Nif

Jocularly mock me,
please,
pull out the chocks
and defrock me you tease,
I wish you would issue,
sounds and songs of misuse,
disclosing thoughts over battles fought,
that tear,when pulled,like wet tissue.
I'm all ears,
so pour out your fears baby,
I'm not just here
to merely leer,
I think you're a beauty,
something of a cutie,
so,
flatter me,
and batter me with honest tears,
and in kind,
you will find,
that I'm fond,
and I'll respond,
by buying you at least six beers.

Autistic Artist

Flame haired Wainwright felt the pain
His mother,
the object of maternity,
with knocking at the door,
neighbors doubting his paternity,
he was hidden in a drawer
No wonder then,
as I tell,
of a man obsessed by fells,
and meticulous notebooks
shying away from familiar looks
and shouts of are you him?
Would answer,
with a whim,
yonder is the man you seek,
the one that wanders and wonders
over peaks
Not I.
A shy man,
knowing the risks,
invited onto desert island discs
replied,for his eight songs
with a known dislike
for flocks and throngs
with a love that he found
from places with  barely a sound.
Silence knows no wrongs.

Imogen Imagined

We made
 I love you signs
through panes of glass,
a woman scorned,
is a small
child mourned
Pained,
I left,
at the policemans request
Four years of memories
cherished,
no rights,
despite fights in courts
Accused
to my amusement,
of frightful acts
Repeatedly beaten down
the crown has no power
against
glowering showers
of shit
Your tiny hand
in mine,
sublime
Making you laugh
washing your hair
in the bath
At the end
let's pretend
that justice prevailed
but
hands tied
I'm thrown in the tide,
grief
clutching my throat,
after the last boat
has sailed

Imaginative Amalgamation

We're soiled
by treasonable acts
from pacts,
and spoiled
as we toil
for a reason
In Redcar by the sea,
sitting in the car
courting controversy,
a fat man in a string vest,
welcome
to the new Wild West
Seven point six two
became five point five six
a hell of a trick
aligning munitions
in the greatest tradition
of old empires,
ignoring the flaws
as we mop up the gore
for inheriting  a friends enemies,
it transpires

Swallow

Revenge,
took bites out of me,
until what remained,
unrestrained,
wrought dark desires,
from once ornate spires,
melted
and deformed,
to form weapons for liars
I'm afraid to say
it was mine in a latter day,
and I polished it
and rubbed it
to a fine old shine
But sawn offs hidden
in middens,
oiled
and buried from view,
pay testament,
mark monuments,
to the efficiency
of Spanish road construction crews

Beggars Belief Too

Please,
give now
to the homeless on our streets,
to make ends meet,
the poor folk
Im choked up with fear
they should go without beer
You,
with your greed,
just chuck them a quid
to have kids growing up
dependent on weed
Do your part
Have a care
Where's your heart?
as they stare,
comatose,
at us standing in rows
It's a flashpoint,
at the cashpoint
No change sir?
That's okay
We're only accepting notes today
C'mon,
after all they're needy
having a ball
can't you see?
Suffering and saddened
with no LCD TV

The Pute Is In

I ended the text
huddled in the remains
of cities
wrecked
with an x,
an unconscious action
as I hide
from the factions
pure reflex
I'm not responsible
quite specifically
in general
more horrifically
and take no blame
or portion
of shame
for messages sent
and kisses meant
to be planted
on the cheeks
of freaks
So I'll pen
a letter
so much better
than shaking hands
Do please understand
there's blood
on yours,
mine boils,
I'm not gay
but I'd make
an exception
in your case today
to fuck you
for your looting
turtle faced
shame and disgrace
on you
Premier Putin

I,So Elated

I'd stand and take
and shake your hand,
I'm no germ carrier and seldom cus,
but I'm reeling
from the feeling
there's a barrier between us
You're black and I'm white
You're right,
but that's not it,
you dipshit
We're in deep shit
as we sit either side
of a reinforced Perspex divide,
you on yours
me your ten past nine,
your plan for my future
doesn't tally with mine
Sign? on the dotted line?
Here, take twenty years,
what do I care?
To retire on sickness benefit,
as I slowly lose my hair

Smoke,Mirrors (etc)

Buckle yourself in
and hold on tight,
busy beavers are pulling levers
as we climb to even greater heights.
Reaching the top,
with in tail retinue,
we stop before the drop,
and admire the view.
But too soon we descend,
and we're screaming round the bends,
clutching the bar
as we're tossed to and fro,
chasing the highs
and fearing the lows,
eventually stopping
we step from the car,
to the cheers,
leers and jeers,
from erstwhile collared peers,
who look upon,
with vacant hope,
the election of a hetero pope.

En passant

I'm no stranger

to adrenaline
in favor
of chance and danger

At sixteen I made a list

of experiments

and merriments

and risks

Wondering but unspoken

about things

that would bring me

to the edge of being broken 

So I stopped the talk

and walked

Deprivation 

a well known friend

Dehydration.

Passing out

from starvation

Raw vegetables

dug up and eaten

Unbeaten still

unbreakable yet

No debts

Homelesness

isn't hopelessness 

When time

employed

to fill the void

means
weaker selves
are not shelved
but destroyed

Irrational Express

I  confess,
if I may digress,
once again in pain upon the National Express,
did you pick your nose and wipe it on your dress?
Nice.
Nine hours heading south
Are you coughing
not covering your mouth?
Thanks,lank haired skank.
Dormant dozing
float away
drooling on the motorway
then home.
Please don't shout on your telephone,
hardly tactile,
lives broadcast on your expensive mobile.
I certainly won't miss
the strong smell of piss,
eau de toilette
a journey to remember I'd rather forget,
being cornered and told jokes by lonely folk.
Sad tales
from real ale drinkers
winks and nudges,
a drudge dying of boredom,
cussing in a bus-full
of people deficit of decorum

Noughts and Crosses

Lines,
once drawn as a child,
stick animals,
suns with smiling faces,
hearts,
and girls names,
defined terms half understood,
are washed away by rains.
Now,
the deluge outside threatens
beats repeatedly
blustering squalls blowing trees,
leaf ridden streets,
but underneath,
chiseled grooves in concrete
spell
mis-spelt words,
form snakes long and twisting,
lists of understandings,
cohesive conjecture,
speculative
concise
comprehension,
new terms
over which people walk,
unaware.

Compromised

I can't,
though you insist
I won't,
and I resist
I say no
to
the to and fro,
opposed
and resolute,
the odd one out
But
beds are made
opinions laid
to rest,
best intentions
bested,
alkaline
or acid tested
I confess
and compromise,
with plastic bags
and cable ties,
you suffocate,
and demonstrate
a valid reason
to tease me,
feasibly
unreasonably
needful,
but greedy

Cellular

There's machinery
in the minutiae,
mechanics,
in the semantics,
chicanery
in the profanity
Pinwheels
underpinning
the smallest motions
So hang on
as we swing
through celestial
descriptions
Arcs in retrograde
dipping beneath
the galactic plane
The wildest ride
conceivable
for the highest
price
imaginable
Undebatably
relatable
A carousel
of multifaceted
lights

Spin,Doctor

The stars
are barred,
no room on the moon I bet,
no plot to let
if we went
to pitch an A frame tent
Sorry
Saturn's rings
are chock a block with things
we can't disclose
Even if we chose to know
the reasons for
lesions
that appear in a row
Little green men
pestering hens
gesturing come hither,
the rotters,
dithering
glistening bug eyed squatters
It's a real deal
the state,
of pan galactic real estate
No vacancies for flagrant,
vagrant,
short stay species
Conspiracies hatched
behind doors latched
in B and B's
But we might
if we try
find a place in the sky,
better yet
for some debt
as entertainment
in containment
as some house trained alien pet

Back to the suture

Needle and thread,
our daily bread
Bandage
and cast
How long
do you think
the NHS will last?
Grazed knees
annoying me
from last orders
in the A and E
Some poor Mr
with a big
blood blister
Aw,
poor you
abrasions
from new
leather shoes?
Hardly front page news
Chaps
having scraps
and gaps in teeth
Good grief,
no wonder
we're overrun
From folk
doing coke
and people choking,
how nice,
from smoking
vast quantities
of spice
Big drinkers
are not usually
forward thinkers
Inebriated
reprobates
causing a fuss,
scuffles,
and kerfuffle's,
at the back
of the bus
Well,
bless those doctors
and nurses,
met with curses,
seek to aid
those
who have chose
to make folk
feel afraid

Go Compare

It's apparently transparent,
the votive motive,
balancing between
unheard and unseen,
keener eyesights than mine
have seen
far brighter lights,
brighter minds than mine
have feared
far greater heights,
so,
comparisons between greater
and smaller,
don't result
in one better than the other,
brother.
Smothering small cries of delight,
plights unheeded
I'm wheedling,
peddling feelings,
balancing on a razor wire,
free wheeling.

Project Condign

After much speculation
hesitation
discourse
and of course
trepidation
the lies
are revised
Whole paragraphs
erased
along with names
facts and faces
No traces of doubt
remain
Blames levelled
and gavels
struck
we're still fucked
Truth be known
it's still
all talk
and no show
Despite bright lights
causing
night time frights
I'm shitting a brick
if it turns out
they're right

Get Down

Welcome to the dance
Ignore the rants
It's easy
A series of advances and retreats
to shy glances
under brows
Cheeks reddened
by thoughts caught unsaid
How neat
The beat dictates of course
Wait your turn
against the wall,
choose a partner
great or small
have a ball!
Spin your partner
twist and shout
Bunching around mixed punches
Name tags
and game rags
Polite chatter
scattered applause
Awards presented
to well dressed
special guest
well thought out wars

No Quarter

Once again
 I fail
to maintain
indifference
Fence sitting
is a void
devoid
of opinion
Defiles filled
with overspill,
justifications met
are,
to some degree,
a cause for regret
I'm easily
consumed,
now,
chow down,
take bites,
I'll make no sound.
Ground
 between teeth,
cheeks round
Remove me
from approval
Wipe slates clean,
demeaning me
is hardly
pain
I retain the right
to oppose
and
sometimes fight
some small part
of myself
that clings
to reason
in the face
of overwhelming
blatant
hipocracy

Radio Active

Polonium two ten,
applied with a pen,
solves difficult questions,
and eases uncertain tensions,
felt by world leaders
(no names mentioned).
Chlorine gas,
must be quite bad,
its applied against people resisting Assad,
murdering blighters
we called freedom fighters,
until the world press,
under duress,
screamed of the crisis,
and relabeled them Isis
While nuclear arms,
proliferating,appear to calm,
alleviating the worry
from quandaries concerning funds
squandered on the aims of distorted,
contorted,
political campaigns.

Sir Chengin

Google want to know when I masturbate,
how frequently
how indecently
and even at what rate.
What I eat and what I buy,
extroverted,
perverted,
or merely shy
What I wear and where I've been,
my vocation,
or location,
their insistence is obscene.
Are we statistics
for an online quick fix?
Can we deny
the need to be freed,
with shaking fist,
from supplying details for mailing lists?
Wrists tired and tied,
from emails missed,
I'm a trifle pissed
having to delete greetings,
and special deals for cut price meals,
and meetings,
with princes and kings from African states
insisting
on listing
the reasons for the gold being late.

Premier

I'm disputing
with Putin
civil fights,
he's neurotic
Barechested
on horseback
How homo erotic!
While he's
waving flags,
they're taking
photographs,
how bold,
that tortoise-like centrefold
of many
gay men's porno mags
Podium rants
while wearing
hot pants
too tight
a terrible example
of a closet
transvestite
He's not
after all
such a bad fella
He's promised
to give me
an atomic umbrella
But don't gloat
at the scrote
because he lied
Meekly
subscribing weekly
to issues
of London's gay pride
Kinky gay boys,
it seems to me,
are the letters
that make up
K.G.B.

Mind The Stares

Pulse racing
Thoughts of caresses
tracing fingers
down her neck
Eyes wild
with desires
I'm reading you
needing you
I think
Every twist
and turn
sculpted
burns me
Musical notes
emitted
from
a beautiful throat
But
I'm a scumbag
One time lag
No good
do gooder
A checklist
for wrecking
my self
Begins with
chairs
propped against doors
To dispel
kiss and tell
An emotive vagrant
you see
Attempting
to keep at bay
my emotional
tendencies

Cop That

I'd do absolutely anything.
I'd do anything,
okay I'd do something,
maybe one thing,
alright,
nothing.
I'd take everything,
maybe some things,
or nothing at all.
I'd try my hardest
but when hands are played out
and cards laid on tables
The fun's over,
guns are pulled
lovers are killed
and placed under covers
The police are playing Jokers wild
Curious deaths
ignored but filed.

Alienated

Please,
oh please,
come invade us
Fly from the sky with pink lasers
Kidnap and force us,
onto ships
shaped like saucers
Test
and push probes,
into our frontal lobes
Put our brains
alive,in jars
just take us away to your place in the stars
A frontal lobotomy
is a fair exchange for a robot body
Just think,
we could serve you drinks,
among stars
shining bright on interstellar flights
Illuminated fingers poke
to test,
ginger haired farmers
from the American mid-west

Tea Leaf

I'm swallowed
being followed
consumed by everything
that's gone wrong
Forgetting the tune
and the words
of the song
Digested
Molested
Absorbed by gelatinous
blobs
with no face
Here to consume
and enslave
the  human race
Then excreted
deleted
Like I never existed
at all
Another random face
in the local
shopping mall
So I'm fighting
and biting
Tearing the sack
that I'm in
with my teeth
Jostled on the back
of this dirty
great thief
Dropping small crumbs
as I shed
a trail
of false beliefs

Triple X

Fluorescent pink,batteries dead,
black,green,yellow and red,
second hand dildo's
too often repaired,
a cause,no doubt,
for the greatest despair
A real rubber feel
easy to conceal,
twenty five percent off special deal
Broken indeed,
shouldering the brunt
from unspoken
night time needful grunts.
Pneumatic,bewigged,
blonde rubber ladies,
worn thin,
worth nothing,
having being boffed and rogered
by froth at the mouth coffin dodgers,
dentured teeth marks
from barely a home
care home frisky larks.
Magazines with Valentino's
Randy dandies having a beano
Ann Summers knickers
to kick start old tickers
Supercharged penis enlargers
the poorest excuse for a suck
cheap films depicting
ladies lactating,
and a fancy new way to fuck
I'm knee deep
in a deep pile of so called sin
in an alley
getting pally
with the contents
of the local discount porno bin

Cordon Blur

Some flour,
self raising,
for hours spent with knees bent
praising
Two eggs
for the legs
that sit up and beg for dregs
Butter
for demands
and commands
for sticks fetched
Some sugar
to bugger up
charity muggers
A bowl
or a basin
for mixing vile tricks in
A spoon,
wooden,
for stirring blurred lines
An oven
gas mark five
burns choices once alive
And icing
piped
white from a sack
like the stripe
we can see
quite clearly on your back
It's a list
of ingredients you see,
for a cake
of obediency

Intermezzo

Pyrenees please me

distant ranges
tease me
whispers
of things unseen
longed for vistas
seen in dreams

Seam Stressed

Is this your leg?
Is that your arm?
Stay calm.
Are those your hands?
Pituitary glands?
Your eyes?
Your teeth?
Your hair underneath?
Let's not leave behind
what remains of our minds,
let's assemble ourselves to resemble
some semblance of self,
from left overs
woven and sewn
with threadbare worn cloth and thread,
sew me
or throw me back on the pile
to be made another day
from other seamstress hands
that may linger over
colored plastic buttons
chosen eyes
for frayed,hand made,
cotton stuffed guys.

Baited

Aha!
We're all superstars
Wonderbra's
and big flash cars,
white teeth
and whiter gold,
folding green,
manicured
fingers clean
Like sacred
angels
anointed,
pointing
withering glances,
at scuff shoed
poor
Biting lures
to be reeled in,
unfeeling
Brains beaten out
on riverbanks
by angry
anglers
mumbling
their thanks

Coit With Us

Give me gip and whip me
Tie me up
and slip me a jimmy
Meet me and beat me,
freak me out
with repeated bouts
of wax dripped
tight lipped.
While fingertips pinch
winch me up on pulleys,
strap me down on trolleys
My folly
with Molly
and Polly,by golly,
my jolly dolly bird,
is not coming second
but always coming third.

Suit Yourself

You've got
no tape measure
worst tailor
Iv'e ever seen
Making a suit
to suit your views
Trousers too short
Jacket too tight
You're frightening me
fighting me
in a tussle
of material wealth
Bad show
old boy
Hardly top form
Torn clothes
in heaps
Thread and needles
sewing shut
best intentions
Poor cuts
from chalked out
alterations
Saville row?
you prick
Stick yourself
in a case
on show
dressed up
and stressed up
You're the one
on the run
looking like
a dummy
in a store window

Teddyboy Brother

I wish I'd been
closer to you all
I say
In a text
To my sister
I don't place
great value
on telephone calls
Smalltalk
through electronically
interpretated
squawks
on mobiles
Reconciled
to be
a loner
but not alone
Not counting hours
before climbing
bell tower steps
It's often
words left unsaid
That laid
in our beds
at night
Take flight
beating wings
bringing back
memories
of things,
despite our retention
at least
briefly
mentioned x

Movie Real

There's something
I feel is quite right,
about walking
in circles
around the remains
of an ancient meteorite
Worshipping magnetic fields,
yielding to beliefs
I feel
are quite real
Respect
to the Muslim nation
for their dedication
to a rock
in a box,
despite
the devout rushes,
and fatal crushes,
of robed folk
rushing,
and pushing,
as you do,
when
popcorn clutching
M and M munching
in a fight
in the Cinemax queue

Battlebus

Small wars
fought over inches,
glances
and advances
rustling confection treats
to retreats
itching in hot seats,
much too close
to the public lavatory.
The gravity of the situation is grave,
buckled in and enslaved
in this tin can,
got a can opener man?
he turns
but doesn't understand
He leaned over!
now's the time
to take back what is rightfully mine
Usurper!
Iced coffee slurper!
Putting me to the test?
Well,
I've bested you,
knobbly elbow battlefest
on this National Express
two person arm rest manifest.

Cuckoo Too?

Anecdotes,

of men in white coats

Tall stories trigger,
abrupt cocktail sniggers
Did I mention being sectioned
for high street erections?
Polite chatter,
nattering,
elated
about being medicated,
straitjacket chafing
did you laugh?
What a social gaff
among polite company
Zany antics,
bow ties and breadsticks
Dance partners on gurneys
overlooked by turnkeys
Real mad stares
from drooling fooling folk in wheelchairs
Thank you for the invitation,
supplemented
by the medication
The girl with the curls?
Did something terrible with a gun?
Ah,
she's my plus one
Don't fuss
one must have etiquette and decorum
you see?
What?
You've got the key?!
We're busting out to sirens
from this lunatic asylum
on the coast
near Shoreham on Sea

Stranger Danger

Using a knife to free my toast.
A lighter to find a gas leak
I'm not toasting to my boasting
I'm just a danger freak.
Frayed electric cables,
do I wanna die
from crappy DIY?
Six inch nails
sticking through dining room tables,
sharp knives
mixed in drawers with spoons and forks
I'm walking on ledges
high above streets,
now we're talking,
looking down the barrel of a gun
for fun,
with my finger at the other end
Don't worry
unhurried
I post pictures of poorly built fixtures
because danger has become a trend, my friend.

Gee,Hard

A jihad on you!
What?
A jihad on me?
But I've out jihadded you
with a deal on extremist views,
buy one get one free
Don't criticize
what you've chosen
to live among,
while thronging to domes
proclaiming how devout
you are within,
we could live without
doubts
over lost luggage
while carrying religious fanatics
on our backs
Cracking
with the weight
this country's back breaks
as the old man of Europe
bent double,
averts his eyes,
and wears a disguise
in case of any more trouble.

Numeric

Twenty three fifty three,
Fluorescent numerals speak to me
Tell me there's time for second chances,
romances,
opportunities to change my mind
Hours left to hold
Minutes of counted grains remaining
Seconds beckoning me
to not look away
gaze fixed
to silent electronic digital ticks
counting,
keeping time
locked in a box
to be opened by wizened fingers
groping
in the dark
spilling years

The Wooden Man

Are considerations just lies?
Chopping branches,
tangles of strangling ivy away from the trunk
Junk just
falls away
to find,
remaining,
common denominators
or rotten wood
Should it come as any surprise
finding what was discarded
was once kept guarded,
held dear and revered
Fearing it lost
or stolen,
measures were taken,
stakes were cut from wood
Fences woven from ivy
Staunch branches
providing handholds
to climb
Tiring
kindness expired
fearing the plunge
the liar
climbs ever higher

Exceedingly,allegedly

Quick!
Get staves,
sacrificial slaves,
feathers from chickens,
gizzards from wiccans,
wigs from a wizard,
fizzy white jizz from a slightly vexed lizard,
charms that do harm,
a large box of Calms,
spells,
bells,
a handful or so
of Dante's wild hell's,
vile potions
with funny smells,
magic tricks,
ducking stools and tools,
barrels of pitch,
ropes, popes,
kindling and firewood.
Good are you?
Healing ailing folk with leaves and song
Wrongdoer!
Songspeller!
Smeller of sulphur!
Show him the door the pasty, pastry faced whore,
Beelzebub consume you you fake!
With your accursed Mr Kipling
at our local cake bake.

Pucker Lips

Soon
I'll have
to head back
No water left
Sack empty
Stomach growling
Prowling
the sand
Digging for news
or second
hand screws
To be weighed in
for scrap
or maybe
traded
for tokens
for time
at the tap
If I only
found lead
Instead
of half dead
I'd be made
for life
Knife
sharpened for
the food queue
We chew
our cheeks
Weeks without
real meat
Water ration
then urgent
passions spent
under canvas
in tents
venting anger
in rants
Stories then told
Bold knights
Fights won
and lost
And strange tales
from
the addled
old lingering
memories
of cities
like fingers
scratching
skies
I don't
believe it
Bunch of bullshit

Notes

I'm over enthusiastic,
like elastic stretched from the slack,
I bounce back.
Contort me with retorts,
distort me in accordance
with thoughts distraught
Attempt to bend me to your will,
I'm still flexible.
Able to question,
somewhat inspired,
quite often tired,
but satisfied,
having died so many times.
So like it or lump it,
you stand where you land,
I'm looking for a rubber trumpet,
to join an elastic band.

Bitching In The Kitchen

Face pales
eating stale cakes
on the weighing scales
Bloody QVC
How dare they fucking lie to me
Gadgets
and doo dahs
To shift fun sized mars bars
Springy things for exercise
Troublesome
cummerbund
trousers to disguise
Forced into corsets
Blowing a gasket
I ask you am I past it?
Freaking out at weaknesses,
poor choices,
grunting noises,
shiny wrapped contents
of my Aldi shopping basket
Shall I risk it?
and have another Hob Nob biscuit?
I eat for my pleasure
with no one to treasure me
Don't measure me
by the size of my waist
it's in accordance to taste
Leisure suits look quite cute
Let's order some before they're gone
Masticating
procrastinating
Stretchy black leggings
For a body gone wrong

Arms Steal

Grumbles
and mumbles
Humouring
the rumours,
we've been tumbled,
rumbled
in the market place.
Selling all
the counterfeit goods
that we can,
from  Blackpools
bright streets
to the burning
suburbs
of Afghanistan
Pegging it
we ran
Slamming the doors
foot to the floor
in our
second hand
Pickfords
delivery van
Selling arms
can be calming
It offers a balm
despite the harm
We're charming
the pants
off the ranting
panting
crowds
Conning the blighters
We also
do lighters
Because one mans
terrorist
is anothers mans
freedom fighter
so we keep saying
Praying
 for profit
from clerics
and prophets
Hoping
against hope
that we sell
the soap
we bought cheap
and sell steep
Called pope
on a rope

Triste

I'm fried.
Eggs and bacon in the brainpan,
so I hide.
Scrambled eggs leaking,
from my mouth as I'm speaking,
talking bubble and squeak,
I'm a freak,
sure.
Begging.
Ham and egging
for the daily cure,
to which,I don't doubt,
enrich the timber and pitch of the shouts
I encounter,
as I mount her.
Whispered endearments that I'm quite sure will melt her,
fucking half drunk,
in a Grimsby bus shelter.

Nil by mouth

Fat seagulls
in landfills,
from
dirty great
hands full,
of food
gone to waste,
some die
for the want
of a mouthful
or taste
Some fight
for trifles,
others far
more spiteful,
in spite of
protesters,
perhaps bound
by the closed
fisted might
of investors,
spend capital
on sell by dates,
and cheap rates
on skips
and bins
to be filled
to the brim
with bread,
meat,
and dented tins
Folk climbing
over fences
looking thin,
to be arrested
We're not dense
you're evidently
not familiar
with the concept
of common sense
Margins of error
to terrible
to mention
Notations
in the column
indicate,
a failure in
the legislate,
an over
protective need
for cotton wool
covered trees
Lest we fall
and hurt ourselves
on the contents
of a high reach
shelf

Chaste

Crappest topiary man
I am,
I don't go back
to round off
sharp edges,
I'm hanging
from window ledges
Pants
 round ankles
Rankled,
underpants
left behind.
Fruit hanging,
no dispute,
about the size
of the prize
in my birthday suit
Pledging
to never again,
effectively
refrain,
from diving in,
swimming
 in,
this knee deep pool,
no longer drool,
of attractive,
married
women.

Eclectic Browsers

It's like cogwheels
grinding
Missing teeth
sometimes engaging
turning
machinery beneath
powered by steam
pipes leaking
gauges in the red
pages written
unbidden
to be read
Boiler manned
for coal
Fed by hand
a toiler
not despoiler
Fuelled
by eclectic browsers
Kindest regards
Electric trousers

Walking the Walk

I didn't talk
when I walked for nine months,
park benches for beds,
speaking French with others,
brothers they were,
of a kind,
like minded
Reclining on leaves,
old sofas in streets,
meeting and greeting
kerbstones for seating
Old ladies giving me food
no shoes,
singing old songs
choosing paths unworn
welcomed by poor folk
Giving all that they own
in return for a burn
or a craft that they honed
on mountainsides
libre esche on cold fresh mornings
Adorning
the morning sun with love

Zoot

His legs
wrapped around my waist,
showed great distaste,
how disgraceful
This legionnaire with empty eyes,
no big surprise there,
just a vacant empty room to let
in his stare
Shaving razor blade
laid bare against my neck
What the heck?
Hardly a good welcome
or well met
in this place of impurity
A hotel called Baumette
with the highest security
Using reason
and reckoning
he lessened his hold
Cockroaches swarming over beds
we talked and rested our heads
Making games of flicking beetles
off the freshly made bread
Peephole squeaks
and peering eyes peek
at now meek and mild
reconciled
soon to be
before the beak

Red Dragon

Plumes of dust
in the distance concealing
but then revealing
a slim looking plucky chap
pushing a home made contraption
Four wheels
on a mini chassis,
class act.
Perpignan beckoned
I reckon
fifty miles
but I was all smiles
A Welshman by heck!
Trekking the highways
byways and trade routes
Admiring his style,
pots and pans,
while on the verge
we talked places
traded names tales and faces
Swapped coffee
for tea bags,
smoked fags for a while
A pivotal point
believing in levers
Giving me reason to believe
I imagine him still there
Pushing that cart without a care,
distance no object,
respect and love flowing
no debts
to dejected travellers owed

Rites

I'm thankful
I've drank my fill
Liquid life spilling
over brims full
tasting days filled with oration
Elated,
elevated spoken words
Unburdened by the material
Gratitude for poverty
Chastity,well,we'll see
I worship
in deciduous cathedrals
Damp earth
worth far more than carpeted halls
Where scare mongers linger
fingering the goods
faces hidden behind hoods
The top cat
has the biggest hat
Capering,
japery,
orchestrated twats

Bedshit

Ten by ten,
a pox on this box.
Accommodated but subjugated.
Subjected daily to rants,
pants stolen
from washing lines,
stifling.
I'm rifling through the knife drawer
There's someone banging
on the front door,
scoring no doubt.
Keeping my nose out
of the shouting
Clouting people isn't my style
Smiling despite being riled
Neighbour blowing a gasket
Rats crept in through holes
in thin walls
ate the contents of his wicker rubbish basket,
I ask you,
is this right?
Conditions equivalent to rendition,
kidnapped by night
by no names,
thrown in a cell
with only ourselves to blame
Housing benefit paid
but afraid to complain.
A schism.
Legitimate worries about black mould
in children's cold bedrooms,
complaints taken,
then mistaken,
for racism.

Digging It

We were in bed when she said,
I have the body of a twenty five year old man.
I froze,
while she dozed,
the whore,
are the smells coming through the floor?
Did I lock the cellar door?
Did I disclose,
post coitus,
with interlocking toes,
the reasons for the loitering stains,
that despite the bleach
still remain,
exclaiming mistakes made,
patio's paved over shallow graves
left over bones
in wood burners grown cold
my fondness for lime in buckets,
fuck it,
may have blown my cover
My lover sleeps
while I'm digging deep,
stripped to the waist with spade and pick
slick sweat dripping,
coin flipping
asking fate,
waiting for the funny voices
to provide the choices
for my latest bride
Conceding the need
to conceal my deed
in a backyard
overgrown
and woven with weeds

Sales Torque

Okay, I'm sold
Your foots in the door,
and the winds getting cold
Hard pressed,
and half undressed
Pushing me wares
as you stare at the sight
of my grey pubic hairs
Have a care, you say
we've a dye that may,
applied with a tissue,
resolve that issue
Stressed out by cold callers
Bound and gagged in the hold
by bold jailers
Trifle shocked
that I'm locked in
Twitching curtains
quite certain
They'll shanghai
hang me out to dry
Rinse me,
convince me that I need
Steam mops,
multi meds,
pedicure sets,
insurance for sick pets,
jet inspired power washers,
detergents,
posher nosh,
Africa smelling body wash,
cream for piles
My biles rising,
smiling
you clutch in your greasy mitts,
a compilation
of the greatest seventies disco hits,
Isaac Hayes
has seen better days,
I say,
and finally,
defined by lines quite sharp,
you see,
dismayed
after a sad display
he turns and walks away

Excerpts

Pending Free

Psst!
Hey you!
Come here,
never mind me,
dressed in rags,
plastic bags for shoes
Hounded?
They can't keep me down,
no sir!
Spare a crown?
I was once on stage
Oh yes
Er good guess
I confess I wasn't great
as the name and blame implies
But I'm on bail
plain sailing from now on
Can I guess your mind?
Quick card trick?
No wait,
can I borrow your stick?
Dog too if you don't mind,
too kind,
and now drumroll please!
I don't know,
just slap your knees
Now just a quick tap,
ah he collapsed the poor chap,
your poor retriever,
I'm a poor deceiver,
robes and wands,
squandering,pondering mysteries
It's your fault you know,
I shout,
as some lout lobs stones
Surely I've atoned
eating out of Aldi bins?
Grabbing my bags
I run from past sins.

What?

If
It is,
what it is,
then what
is it not?
What it is
or not
what it is,
is not what it is.
What's not
not it,
is not
what it is
It's what,
or not,
what not is
But is
or not
or what
what it is?
If not
Then what ?

Hell eh?

Blood red carpet.
Tarted up good.
Suited and booted.
airbrushed we parted,
quite crushed you farted.
Started out quite well,
but ended in a terrible smell.
What do you eat?
petite blonde bombshell?
Stars running
hell for leather,
pell mell,
strippers tripping,
hairpieces slipping,
old men gripping their chests,
for long overdue cardiac arrests,
Octogenarians married to shouting
trout,
pout,
mouthed harridans
Who let one out?
Lipstick smears and tears of mascara
making black lines over
overeager plastic surgeons designs
Paparazzi sharks floating, bloated,
coated in sweat,
debts and bills to be paid,
like,
who laid who?
Who paid you to photograph the circus?
so that we can laugh,
tuxedo clowns frowning,
jugglers smuggling coke
Shows over folks!
Brown women in gowns
drowning in public see,
the dangers of publicity.

93

A greeting
for meeting
kindhearted goodwill,
thrills and esoteric spills
spells perhaps
performed by nice chaps
Free will enabled
we sit at this table
Debating scrolls
the roles performed
No faltering at altars
No condemnation,
elation reigns.
Will presides over all
often heard call
of love under will
Thrilling me
no billing or headline act
Just pacts
and ancient treaties
feet pointing the right way
Anointed not disappointed
by rowdy crowds
pointing
at beardy weirdy perverts on clouds
spying on us
trying to relieve us but deceiving
Old
Aztec gold
stained red from the dead
slaughtered sons and daughters
riven,
no quarter given
stolen, sold for faith in wraiths
and holy ghosts
appearing on occasion
on my morning toast

Frieda's Need

Feed me,
you've freed me
tell me that you need me,
Lover brings me onion rings
fish and chips,
sausages in batter,
fries and dips,
I'm rounder not fatter,
greasy lips and chin.
Thin crust pizza must
have less calories,
so why oh why
can I no longer see my knees?
You tease me with cake
buns and éclairs,
do me right here I can't cope with the stairs,
bringing her off
with two fingers up her,
doing her hard,
I'm spooning her lard
as she sings
of the things for her supper.

Refund Pending Too

I'm back at last,
on stage aghast,
rage concealing past failures.
Bright lights
I'm in disguise face whitened.
You've had your money back
so don't complain
you heckling,
cackling,
maddening,sad sacks,
but once again I take the blame.
I'm lacking the skills,
doves killed,
spilling from hidden pockets,
concealed rockets and sparklers igniting,
they're fighting in the aisles,
fuck it.
A volunteer please!
saw sharpened to easily render you in two,
don't boo,
I'm a pretender.
A first aider please!
I'm on my knees wiping up the blood
you're flooding the exits.
Once again I failed,
I'm pegging it,
legging it for the door
shitting bricks
I'm throwing away all I learned
from this dog eared book of magic tricks.

Tiers

I think I owe you
more than you know,
I'd tell you
and spell out the words
but fear
the jeers
from being overheard
So I'll whisper words like thunder
frightening under lightning trees
The quieter I get
more powerful yet
I become
Whispering in your ear
fears that died
but still reside
buried
under mothers skirt
face hidden deep inside folds
hold me,
mould me,
into something new

Just A Kid

Is it any wonder,

blunder man, 

I'd rather stay away?

You stole me,

enrolled me,

controlled

but rarely extolled my virtues

You chose to commit me to adulthood

you shit,

far too early

With sharpened knives

I sacrificed

surgically excised small pieces of faeces,

shit thoughts

caught and crushed

We're opposites

I'm no composite of you

Questions I asked as a child,

brink of the chasm,

deserved more,

you fat bore,

than destructive reductive sarcasm

Game Of Risk

Buy one now
and
get one free
One for you and one for me
Who'd have thought economies
would come so cheap
bought easily?
Financial instabilities?
Look no further sir
you see,
a small deposit,
or repository of arms,
cached and stashed,
threatened with harm
and starvation,
third world nations come cheap
Reap,sir,
the benefits,
once we've disposed
of the native tribal shits

Win Bigger

I hate myself so much you see,
I know I'll win the lottery,
It'll change my life,
I'll find a new wife,
imported from the Philippines,
crossing borders by mail order,
ordered by males
she'll wash dishes,
if wishes were true
it'd happen to you,
an erasure
of all you treasure,
excisions of past decisions,
wiping the board clean of meaning,
thoughts of strife erased from life,
composed,
made up in repose,
hair bleached on a beach
in Marbella,
surf lapping at your toes.

Gee whizz

Am I broken ?

Tokens of affection,

reflections in mirrored pools.

Blurred,
distorted,

retorts surface,

new faces traced on paper,

like tapers lit,

flitting red embers,

tempering nothing responses,

denunciations of pronunciations,

citations to attend to,

defending intent,

spent words 

curdling.

Blurted

Baptised by your eyes.
Mesmerised,
transfixed,
heart races,
am I staring?
How dare I assume?
resuming the demeanour
returning,
despite urgent yearning,
to default
setting
mode
My fault for letting,
forgetting my feelings,
setting
my freedoms free.
So pardon me miss,
formality insists
I desist,
from audacious rambunctious frivolity.

Slots

Not so much a conscience,
as a roulette wheel.
Ball bounces,
then stops,
then you do what you feel.
The odds are high
It's not your hand
that gets cut off
when you owe ten grand
So spin it,
let's win it,
or lose all we own
Bet the lot if you dare,
win the pot
but have a care
what may seem sensible,
is irreprehensible,
surrendering,
rendering,
intellect derelict.

Lost Luggage

I'm no different,
indifference resistant,
insistent on deference,
top hat tipping,
tight lipped,
bull whipped,
but chipping in,
contributions for desperate constitutions,
suggestions
for blatantly outrageous ministrations,
sacrificing,
bare faced,
wriggling beneath the surface distaste.
Knee jerk reactions,
to ill thought out actions,
involuntary responses,
first thought frontier,
inclined to decline any concept or notion,
despite lack of devotion
adhered to
or feared.

Jigsawed

Puzzle pieces fitting.
Together we fix the picture,
somewhat incomplete
Beating shapes into spaces
ill designed for rounded,
or curved,
sharp cornered reminders of past times
Pictures of memories,
need fixtures,
both temporary and permanent,
discarding poorly sketched images of wretches,
park benches,
lectures
from emotionally distraught wenches,
firmly entrenched,
indentured,
reaping profit,
from dreams sold when sleeping

Fat Yellow Fingers

In far off seas,
chins are scratched,
plans are hatched by Chinese fiends,
come,
they said,
with smiles,
to inhabitants of the Banana Isles,
we'll buy,
in great numbers,
all the sea cucumbers
In return for their audacity,
promised electricity,
two bags of cement
was the only dent
in their financial contingency
So,
they get ripped off,
fodder
gets shipped off,
Islanders
are left with jack,
because sea cucumbers
phallic shape
suggests an aphrodisiac

The Wan King

I'm beating on the wall with a stick,
are you deaf as well as stupid you prick?
keep it down,
I hear a monotone
in the sound and the resounding pounding
of your moans and spent groans,
passion gone,
bestowed upon,
pneumatic,
ecstatic,
blondes,
what went wrong?
sex aids for those afraid,
trading cards for hard ons
made for plastic lovers,
gift wrapped
Life like ?
on your bike,
battery vaginas for poor men with angina,
the last thing you want is an aneurism,
as you thrill
to the spill
of your salty wet jism

Oars

Learn to sell yourself,
they said,
advertise your expertise,
prostitute on a CV.
In the dark among the trees,
loitering,
and lingering,
fingering through forms and fonts
The right set
of typeset,
to address established norms,
what positions you may know,
to qualify,
as a full time gigolo

Je travail

All my labours are born
from love,
I'm not in favour,
or fond of the notion,
of devotion to the workplace,
don't get me wrong
I don't shirk my place,
I'm just dancing to the beat
of a different song
Bongs
not bongo's
used to be my tempo,
but sated desires
it transpires
are only half of us
Brush off the dust,
I suggest you have a rest
and explore what makes us,
if need be
kick up a fuss
don't take it,
or fake it,
lying down you wuss

Stay Afraid

Welcome to the emotional states,
are you here to visit or a long term stay?
Can you support yourself?
How good is your mental health?
Travelling light I see,
lacking connectivity?
Isolation prohibition,
surrounded is firmly grounded.
The weight of social necessity
will keep you straight and trouble free,
never mind free thinking,
just keep drinking,
and we'll deal with the rest.
Questions?
see our F.A.Q.
Give us six weeks to be someone new.
Censor selectively
any concept of originality,
the greater good awaits,
to embrace you with its dictates.

Cakes Of Dark

To every equal
there's an opposite,
a balanced composite
of the exquisite
The quizzical
metaphysical
aligns with
the material,
angles combined
make sublime
applications
Devotions
by devotees,
materials may vary,
so please
be wary,
exercise
uncommon sense,
in recipes past,
present,
and future tense

Refund Pending

I have no illusions left in the bag
I've emptied the sack,
you're shouting for your money back.
Poorest magician you've ever seen.
Handkerchiefs pulled from sleeves,
and rabbits from hats.
Card tricks
and nifty quick fingers,
singing my own praises,
winging it,
-brief pause for applause
Taking a bow
with a flourish
A quick final act before I get packed
I'm wishing for deceit,
whilst juggling with bare feet,
chainsaws,
arcane laws,
waiting for ratings,
approval
to prove all.

Forts

Inverted internal dialogue,
perverted diverted monologue,
demagogues,
and demi gods,
a populace for thought,
populate the court,
residing presiding in judgement,
every action represented by factions,
wrestling and besting,
confidently testing,
boundaries,
quandaries,
foundries built to forge,
weapons of guilt.
Silt sifted for ores
to fight wars.

Good Buy

In this pose,
I'm pre-disposed,
caught out,
and bought out,
cheaply,
thrice weekly,
short changed,
somewhat deranged,
thirsting,
bursting at the seams,
losing,
but choosing
designer fashions,
cashing in,
reduced contents
of a bargain bin,
vulnerable
but revered,
gullible
and steered,
veneers for steers,
value yourself,
and shun the shelves,
a sense of self worth
shouldn't,
and doesn't,
cost us the earth.

The Opposite Of Shopping

A list of things
I don't need,
begins
with greed,
but,
I'm still starving
for laughter,
hungering
for platitudes,
a hankering
for
far flung latitudes,
a mite peckish
for a glance,
or gesture,
emaciated,
drawn
and fated,
for destinations,
trains caught,
slaken thirsts,
paths taken,
krakens
awakened

Create Shun

Instrumental to our welfare
Opened with a fanfare
Dare we question
what we dare hardly mention?
Notions of ages
Eons and past stages
Data on strata
not half baked stigmata
Evolutionary is hardly revolutionary
So put down the bricks
and mortar you pricks
Building monuments
and testiments
for creationist sentiments
So
lend me your ear
Wipe away that tear
there's greater gods existing
than the fear that you're resisting
Statutes
and statues to lies
I'm hardly surprised
But it's wholly incredulous
crediting the nebulous
for far greater wonder
than a colossal celestial blunder

Aye Sis

Do terrorists ever
have a day off?
Ringing in work
with a bit of a cough?
Do they qualify
for a bit
of disability or
sickness benefit?
for failed cowardly actions,
two weeks in traction,
accident at work?
trip over a kerb?
spills from a bucket?
fuck it,
like I care,
don't you feel like a berk?
ring to claim now
all of the blame,
and bow,
your audience awaits
with bated breath,
how I long
to sing along
to the song
of your untimely death

The Sun

In the eighties
I made front page news,
I got slated
for giving folk their dues
Did I get a choice?
Sun newspaper
took some photographs
Breakfast TV
approved of demographs
Viewing figures
getting bigger
from spats in court
Battles fought
against the allies,
may well come
as some surprise,
but brutality
is a constant
you see
among the throng
of idiots assuming
a moral supremacy

Reet Grand

Shopping trolley
filled canals,
empty pound land
shopping malls,
moorland grazed and
wind blown marshes,
empty mills filled
with second hand markets
Barkers
and hawkers,
gawkers
and morkers,
cobbled streets
and knocked off goods,
cheap meat vans
and fried foods
Ruddy faces,
pie n peas,
in steaming caffs
Weekly baths
and coal men strikes
Northern towns
where once proud
stood
to,
in turn,
turn back the flood

The Percent Age

Fill in the blanks
and delete
as appropriate.
Hold the pen
with your teeth
up to necks in aggregate
No sound of a gavel
or a sentence,
buried
in concrete and gravel
repentant,
but resplendent
The crime remains moot,
signatures
on dotted lines,
concrete boots
will fit just fine
Not your size?
we make to measure,
eighty percent interest
to be paid for
at your leisure,
we value
your feedback
don't hesitate to reach us
feeble
and slack jawed
despite the tedium
Hire a medium
With a cheap ouija board

Mind Sweeper

Inverted,
internal,
dialogue,
diverting perverted
monologue
Chock a block
with dirty tricks
sidelining,
whitewashing,
gate crashing,
confidence trashing,
an ear bashing
Careless thoughts
amass,
creating a wave
in the mental morass,
that will sure as day
pave the way
to forays,
excursions,
no refund one way tickets
to destinations
destitute,
one horse town
with a populace
of mutes