Like a one trick pony
Without the trick;
A bag of phoney
Magic.
A two man town
Without the sense
To vault them
Over fences.
A three act show
Without a crowd,
Or first encore
Allowed.
An increased demand
Without supply,
A live wet land
To dry.
A system strained,
But without sieves,
And many drains
To live.
A world filled out
Where nothing fits,
And twice the mouth
As tits.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
YOUR UNLOVABLE FRIEND.
Don’t leave me alone
In a lift with him,
Even though he is your friend,
I’d pick apart
His progress
Before the journey’s end.
And after our
Arrival,
I’d be more than pleased,
To watch him walk,
And try to talk,
With broken bits and pieces.
Don’t run me around
In a room with him,
In case he’s overtaken,
I’d reapply
Reality
Until his world was shaken.
And once he is
Awoken,
You’ll see what he can do,
As he begins
Abandoning
The people he once knew.
Don’t string me along
In a lane with you,
Just because he’s let you down,
I’m not about
To do without
You now he’s not around.
In a lift with him,
Even though he is your friend,
I’d pick apart
His progress
Before the journey’s end.
And after our
Arrival,
I’d be more than pleased,
To watch him walk,
And try to talk,
With broken bits and pieces.
Don’t run me around
In a room with him,
In case he’s overtaken,
I’d reapply
Reality
Until his world was shaken.
And once he is
Awoken,
You’ll see what he can do,
As he begins
Abandoning
The people he once knew.
Don’t string me along
In a lane with you,
Just because he’s let you down,
I’m not about
To do without
You now he’s not around.
YOUR LISTED SYSTEMS.
More a movement than a move:
A displaced crease of cloth
Or minutest skin cell shift.
A hummingbird flinch
Beside a flowered stream.
A crocus strand of saffron
Calling for collection.
The sixty first second change between minutes.
The thinnest shaving made
Of the smallest fall of shade on shape.
The unfinished sight of solar flare
Upon the glass of telescope,
Caught from orbit’s reflection.
The end of one centred aim
Directed constantly at your feet,
And all the more noticeable to me,
The furthest person from you.
A displaced crease of cloth
Or minutest skin cell shift.
A hummingbird flinch
Beside a flowered stream.
A crocus strand of saffron
Calling for collection.
The sixty first second change between minutes.
The thinnest shaving made
Of the smallest fall of shade on shape.
The unfinished sight of solar flare
Upon the glass of telescope,
Caught from orbit’s reflection.
The end of one centred aim
Directed constantly at your feet,
And all the more noticeable to me,
The furthest person from you.
YOU CLEAR.
Could it be I
Could engineer
The business of
Tomorrow gone
Then I would have
Your whole more here,
And it would have
You none.
Could it be I
Could emphasise
The urgency
To everyone
Then I would have
Them all less wise,
And it would be
Well done.
Could it be I
Could eulogise
Your worthiness
To me alone
Then I would have
Told many lies,
And you would not
Have known.
Could engineer
The business of
Tomorrow gone
Then I would have
Your whole more here,
And it would have
You none.
Could it be I
Could emphasise
The urgency
To everyone
Then I would have
Them all less wise,
And it would be
Well done.
Could it be I
Could eulogise
Your worthiness
To me alone
Then I would have
Told many lies,
And you would not
Have known.
YELLOW, SICK ROAD.
Its guide ropes know why we need guiding;
Its surface is dry
Though its pathway much worse for unwinding.
Its sea views need us to receive them;
Young surfers attend,
But the size of the tide doesn’t please them.
Its side roads show more signs of hiding;
They suffuse nearby
With appalled creatures caught in their binding.
It sees through the need to retrieve them;
They’re safer exempt,
And away from the main stock that seeds them.
Its ride grows more tired with the riding;
Though softer applied
Now that more things are losing than finding.
Its surface is dry
Though its pathway much worse for unwinding.
Its sea views need us to receive them;
Young surfers attend,
But the size of the tide doesn’t please them.
Its side roads show more signs of hiding;
They suffuse nearby
With appalled creatures caught in their binding.
It sees through the need to retrieve them;
They’re safer exempt,
And away from the main stock that seeds them.
Its ride grows more tired with the riding;
Though softer applied
Now that more things are losing than finding.
WORST PERSON FLORAL.
I refuse
To be accused
Of smelling strangely
Just because I don’t bathe all day,
And am dismayed
At the parade
Of scented products
Appearing along my way.
It’s because
There’s a cost
To hygienic perfection
That I refuse to relinquish my quota of well being,
And accept
My neglect
Of the finer designs
May be the cause of my eventual undoing.
I’ll admit
That I’d quit
Any role that required
Me to compromise my view of the scene,
I’m not scared,
Quite prepared,
To confront anything
That demands I be something too clean.
So beware,
And take care,
That you don’t over do it
And expect from me something I lack,
As I’ll go,
And you’ll know
That I meant every word,
And there won’t be a scent of my track.
To be accused
Of smelling strangely
Just because I don’t bathe all day,
And am dismayed
At the parade
Of scented products
Appearing along my way.
It’s because
There’s a cost
To hygienic perfection
That I refuse to relinquish my quota of well being,
And accept
My neglect
Of the finer designs
May be the cause of my eventual undoing.
I’ll admit
That I’d quit
Any role that required
Me to compromise my view of the scene,
I’m not scared,
Quite prepared,
To confront anything
That demands I be something too clean.
So beware,
And take care,
That you don’t over do it
And expect from me something I lack,
As I’ll go,
And you’ll know
That I meant every word,
And there won’t be a scent of my track.
WITHER NO MORE.
I wish I was back with my folks,
And flat broke,
And with her.
I wish I was only sixteen,
A virgin,
And with her.
I wish I was still drinking halves,
And cheap halves,
And with her.
I wish I was with the full soul
Of the world,
And with her.
I wish I was still quite a joke,
With a smoke,
And with her.
I wish I was down to the waist,
And embarrassed,
And with her.
I wish I was still paid weekly,
How weakly,
And with her.
I wish I was up to no good,
Like you should,
And with her.
I wish I was barely a man,
Understand?
And with her.
I wish I was with my last
And first love,
And with her.
And flat broke,
And with her.
I wish I was only sixteen,
A virgin,
And with her.
I wish I was still drinking halves,
And cheap halves,
And with her.
I wish I was with the full soul
Of the world,
And with her.
I wish I was still quite a joke,
With a smoke,
And with her.
I wish I was down to the waist,
And embarrassed,
And with her.
I wish I was still paid weekly,
How weakly,
And with her.
I wish I was up to no good,
Like you should,
And with her.
I wish I was barely a man,
Understand?
And with her.
I wish I was with my last
And first love,
And with her.
WINNING WON’T COUNT.
The sun split open the surface of the field,
Whose fibre spilt its veins;
Hope, contemptible as always, called to their feet
Those needy of the rain.
The suffered left their shapes convinced,
And no one cared a bit,
Though some un-selfish issuer rescinded,
But still would not commit.
Sleep forwarded itself to mail and order,
Took up by slope and simp;
The brandishing of news was offered over;
Past those holding older stamps.
Be gone; be long gone, before the morning twists,
By order of nail crucifiers’ say;
And as overtime began to grow of this
All labour went that way.
Wherefore the tiny some considered none,
And from the mass of other things
It went a larger process had begun,
Forgotten forged again.
Performance hollowly resisted the attention,
Until their stare left your case,
And nothing else of theirs’ to mention
Was worth switching to in place.
Gone but not surrendered out of steps,
Or the invisible rise inside you,
If you didn’t let them overflow your debts
Then no hopers were denied you.
Whose fibre spilt its veins;
Hope, contemptible as always, called to their feet
Those needy of the rain.
The suffered left their shapes convinced,
And no one cared a bit,
Though some un-selfish issuer rescinded,
But still would not commit.
Sleep forwarded itself to mail and order,
Took up by slope and simp;
The brandishing of news was offered over;
Past those holding older stamps.
Be gone; be long gone, before the morning twists,
By order of nail crucifiers’ say;
And as overtime began to grow of this
All labour went that way.
Wherefore the tiny some considered none,
And from the mass of other things
It went a larger process had begun,
Forgotten forged again.
Performance hollowly resisted the attention,
Until their stare left your case,
And nothing else of theirs’ to mention
Was worth switching to in place.
Gone but not surrendered out of steps,
Or the invisible rise inside you,
If you didn’t let them overflow your debts
Then no hopers were denied you.
WIND BLOWN WOLD.
Roll me a thingarette
And I’ll smoke it where I wish,
Not where no one knows its name anymore,
Or frowns upon it or
Can’t bring themselves to receive it.
Wonder what its tax revenue is though,
And where that figure will come from
Once the morons have banned it
Completely; them I suppose, all
Covered in fragrance.
Something’s got to kill me,
So if this kills me then it kills me;
Better than living an artificial
Extension kind of existence
And catching some unmoveable strain
In a hospital that hasn’t got any investment.
Should I go on because I’m staying here,
As I’m wanted for crimes
Against flooring,
And a flooding of findings
Is breaking the door in,
With flags and flames,
And boots and soil,
And boiling up my blood.
You’ll be needing me
For exhibition pieces
If you continue like this;
Excuse me,
But I’m not going out like that,
I’m still enjoying myself.
And I’ll smoke it where I wish,
Not where no one knows its name anymore,
Or frowns upon it or
Can’t bring themselves to receive it.
Wonder what its tax revenue is though,
And where that figure will come from
Once the morons have banned it
Completely; them I suppose, all
Covered in fragrance.
Something’s got to kill me,
So if this kills me then it kills me;
Better than living an artificial
Extension kind of existence
And catching some unmoveable strain
In a hospital that hasn’t got any investment.
Should I go on because I’m staying here,
As I’m wanted for crimes
Against flooring,
And a flooding of findings
Is breaking the door in,
With flags and flames,
And boots and soil,
And boiling up my blood.
You’ll be needing me
For exhibition pieces
If you continue like this;
Excuse me,
But I’m not going out like that,
I’m still enjoying myself.
WHO COULD WE BE?
Before tomorrow I’d like to impart
All the stringents from the start:
You kick me off and I cannot stop,
I’ll slake your thirst ‘til gone o’clock,
For it’s far too late for mortal souls
To canvass at saloons alone,
But where can chance affect its throw
If not with us and all we know.
The empathy has long since relieved
Itself of all it once believed,
So raise yourself up to the bar
Before your glass has strayed too far.
I’ve got the urge to ride the role,
And toil inside its alcohol,
Until the sun lights our behaviour
Or highlights someone else’s favour.
Forgive my language and bless my soul
For the last embrace was my own goal,
And I’ll try to anticipate your needs
As flesh upon your body breeds.
All the stringents from the start:
You kick me off and I cannot stop,
I’ll slake your thirst ‘til gone o’clock,
For it’s far too late for mortal souls
To canvass at saloons alone,
But where can chance affect its throw
If not with us and all we know.
The empathy has long since relieved
Itself of all it once believed,
So raise yourself up to the bar
Before your glass has strayed too far.
I’ve got the urge to ride the role,
And toil inside its alcohol,
Until the sun lights our behaviour
Or highlights someone else’s favour.
Forgive my language and bless my soul
For the last embrace was my own goal,
And I’ll try to anticipate your needs
As flesh upon your body breeds.
WHERE HOUSE.
It was all clear iconic lines
From Swedish superstores,
And lesser object climes;
Unable to collect dust,
Or allowed to thrust,
And stuffed with trophies won from wars.
Irregular rooms and confines
Protruding from the doors,
Announcing pastimes;
Effacing older lust,
Creating new mistrust,
And roughed up a lot like before.
A large back garden of little design
Raked down towards a shore,
Unwilling to climb back;
Not able to adjust,
Improved but less robust;
A tuft of left land to anchor her.
From Swedish superstores,
And lesser object climes;
Unable to collect dust,
Or allowed to thrust,
And stuffed with trophies won from wars.
Irregular rooms and confines
Protruding from the doors,
Announcing pastimes;
Effacing older lust,
Creating new mistrust,
And roughed up a lot like before.
A large back garden of little design
Raked down towards a shore,
Unwilling to climb back;
Not able to adjust,
Improved but less robust;
A tuft of left land to anchor her.
WHAT MATTERS YOU MAKE.
The mantle of the furthest faller
Fell to you,
As the previous incumbent jumped under hoops,
Not through.
Unable to continue with the inundated
Truth
That somebody, somewhere, had something
Less to lose.
He allowed everybody else’s worst selves to rise
To the surface,
And go about their business as with some kind
Of urgence.
And we oblivious to the weights bourn by stainless
Steel servants,
Or the accumulated effects choice has on
Their fervour.
Fell to you,
As the previous incumbent jumped under hoops,
Not through.
Unable to continue with the inundated
Truth
That somebody, somewhere, had something
Less to lose.
He allowed everybody else’s worst selves to rise
To the surface,
And go about their business as with some kind
Of urgence.
And we oblivious to the weights bourn by stainless
Steel servants,
Or the accumulated effects choice has on
Their fervour.
WHARFAGE DUE.
The future was lightened down river
To allow it to flow more freely
In and out of the reaches,
And restore more easily its features,
That were only minded really
By the aged and the weary
Who had long ago given up the wait,
And far away gone home to stay
In their dug outs underneath,
Debating up stream courses followed.
Told till the last of their eyes
Fell their coins and bequeathed to the
Knowing of others less fallen;
Though grieved they may be,
And lost without knowledge of
What the most oft
Desired words guarantee:
To keep well and warm and around
For the coming of less cabled
Concerns than at present seem certain.
Alongside and as laden and unloaded,
For all that hard labour can bear,
In the current and stirred circumstance.
Tied by boatmen of good heart
To be landed and bonded and kept
Without rent or complaint from a
Landlord who never comes near anymore,
Whilst the cartage is arranged for the
Next equinox, and prepaid so the haulier
Cannot come to blame another’s dead gaze.
To allow it to flow more freely
In and out of the reaches,
And restore more easily its features,
That were only minded really
By the aged and the weary
Who had long ago given up the wait,
And far away gone home to stay
In their dug outs underneath,
Debating up stream courses followed.
Told till the last of their eyes
Fell their coins and bequeathed to the
Knowing of others less fallen;
Though grieved they may be,
And lost without knowledge of
What the most oft
Desired words guarantee:
To keep well and warm and around
For the coming of less cabled
Concerns than at present seem certain.
Alongside and as laden and unloaded,
For all that hard labour can bear,
In the current and stirred circumstance.
Tied by boatmen of good heart
To be landed and bonded and kept
Without rent or complaint from a
Landlord who never comes near anymore,
Whilst the cartage is arranged for the
Next equinox, and prepaid so the haulier
Cannot come to blame another’s dead gaze.
WENT ON A GOVERNMENT DIET AND LOST TWENTY FIVE YEAR.
In the end we had
No one to meet,
For our friends had
Turned from the street.
Funny pictures
Painted in red,
Of the strictures
Inside her head.
No one is grouping,
No one a loner,
No one is trooping
Their colour.
Show me a dole queue,
Show me a thatcher,
Can we hold onto
Our stature?
Beautify me
With objects of wealth,
Then deny me
All but my health.
Put me to work
For ten bob a week,
There’s no choice lad,
The land sprang a leak.
No one is noble,
No one a hero,
No one is able
To hear you.
Show me a miner,
Show me a major,
Can we define a
New labour?
Patch it up quickly
Before all our eyes,
Snatch a sure victory
Out of blue skies.
We don’t learn fast,
We never did,
I guess we have earned mass
Where we have been hid.
No one is singing,
No one arranging,
No one is wringing
The change in.
Show me a saviour,
Show me a martyr;
We should have been braver
To start with.
No one to meet,
For our friends had
Turned from the street.
Funny pictures
Painted in red,
Of the strictures
Inside her head.
No one is grouping,
No one a loner,
No one is trooping
Their colour.
Show me a dole queue,
Show me a thatcher,
Can we hold onto
Our stature?
Beautify me
With objects of wealth,
Then deny me
All but my health.
Put me to work
For ten bob a week,
There’s no choice lad,
The land sprang a leak.
No one is noble,
No one a hero,
No one is able
To hear you.
Show me a miner,
Show me a major,
Can we define a
New labour?
Patch it up quickly
Before all our eyes,
Snatch a sure victory
Out of blue skies.
We don’t learn fast,
We never did,
I guess we have earned mass
Where we have been hid.
No one is singing,
No one arranging,
No one is wringing
The change in.
Show me a saviour,
Show me a martyr;
We should have been braver
To start with.
WAR CHEST BURST.
He had a right tight grip
On the script
Though a slight fright
Slipped from his lips,
And the bright night
Dripped pith and pips
As he moaned.
And his breath left
Grains in the air
That the weathermen
Rained everywhere,
Until death threats
Drained medicare
To its bones.
On the script
Though a slight fright
Slipped from his lips,
And the bright night
Dripped pith and pips
As he moaned.
And his breath left
Grains in the air
That the weathermen
Rained everywhere,
Until death threats
Drained medicare
To its bones.
WALKING YOUR PARK.
In the beginning it was simple:
There was for granted
Having and hold,
Giving and joy;
Being there was everything.
Now I am taller it is less so:
Sun and the rain fall
On me before they
Cover you within the shadow of my face.
Here in the outward ocean, today,
Where the big water
Mocks the ice burg,
It’s quite disturbed;
Lifting rafts a little higher.
Where does this truce thing get us, baby?
This world is not wide
Enough to accept a word
As small and insecure as this peace.
No chance of being out of time tonight,
With you and Toby and wind breaker too,
For now is seamlessly
Only another day
Weeping ourselves sick,
And watching the water trickling down
The window screened world.
There was for granted
Having and hold,
Giving and joy;
Being there was everything.
Now I am taller it is less so:
Sun and the rain fall
On me before they
Cover you within the shadow of my face.
Here in the outward ocean, today,
Where the big water
Mocks the ice burg,
It’s quite disturbed;
Lifting rafts a little higher.
Where does this truce thing get us, baby?
This world is not wide
Enough to accept a word
As small and insecure as this peace.
No chance of being out of time tonight,
With you and Toby and wind breaker too,
For now is seamlessly
Only another day
Weeping ourselves sick,
And watching the water trickling down
The window screened world.
VOCATION.
Drift a bit,
Take liberties;
Lift the lids
Off idiots.
Hibernate
In summer time,
Recuperate
At cost.
Float a while
On blown lilos,
Drink a lot
But slowly.
Make the most
Of broken bones,
And be steady
On your seat.
Raise the roof,
And sink the boat,
And imports
There within;
Clear customs,
Extol facts,
Sweep the field
For stories.
Frosted uses
Fill the bar,
Therefore
We’ll remain.
Lie a weekend,
Stand a day,
Then sit before
Perspiring.
Stay until
The night runs out
Then learn to
Hold retirement.
Someday soon
You’ll wake again,
And walk again,
And start again;
One day against
The wind you’ll find
Is all you need
Of frailty.
Take liberties;
Lift the lids
Off idiots.
Hibernate
In summer time,
Recuperate
At cost.
Float a while
On blown lilos,
Drink a lot
But slowly.
Make the most
Of broken bones,
And be steady
On your seat.
Raise the roof,
And sink the boat,
And imports
There within;
Clear customs,
Extol facts,
Sweep the field
For stories.
Frosted uses
Fill the bar,
Therefore
We’ll remain.
Lie a weekend,
Stand a day,
Then sit before
Perspiring.
Stay until
The night runs out
Then learn to
Hold retirement.
Someday soon
You’ll wake again,
And walk again,
And start again;
One day against
The wind you’ll find
Is all you need
Of frailty.
VESTAL EVENTS.
1) You cannot make intolerant people equal,
Or the ignorant
Gallant.
For the world consists of beguiled idiots
Who are under read
And well fed
By gullible fools who
Follow them.
Secreting their views with increasing ease,
And reciting the news whilst squeezing
The proof;
Push them to the background before they spill
The milk of human mindlessness
All over your
Baby face.
2) You cannot make the irregular consistent,
Or the speculative
Listen.
As the world is awash with what did not flush
From the obese sat
Above,
Still full of themselves and
Their produce.
And who feature in absolving issues
Whilst un-dissolved tissue
Blocks the system.
Perfuse the backwards facing toilets
Of the mid lands
Before their shelves
Give you too much information.
3) You cannot show the sightless where to sit,
Or make the itinerant
Situate.
Because the world is constructed of unshown things,
And the less travelled they are
The better,
And protecting your balance
Is important.
Name the void that swallows your fellow man,
And then do all that you can
To cover it.
Stay in the moment a little longer than you thought,
And it will reward you with much more
Experience;
More than you ever brought to it.
Or the ignorant
Gallant.
For the world consists of beguiled idiots
Who are under read
And well fed
By gullible fools who
Follow them.
Secreting their views with increasing ease,
And reciting the news whilst squeezing
The proof;
Push them to the background before they spill
The milk of human mindlessness
All over your
Baby face.
2) You cannot make the irregular consistent,
Or the speculative
Listen.
As the world is awash with what did not flush
From the obese sat
Above,
Still full of themselves and
Their produce.
And who feature in absolving issues
Whilst un-dissolved tissue
Blocks the system.
Perfuse the backwards facing toilets
Of the mid lands
Before their shelves
Give you too much information.
3) You cannot show the sightless where to sit,
Or make the itinerant
Situate.
Because the world is constructed of unshown things,
And the less travelled they are
The better,
And protecting your balance
Is important.
Name the void that swallows your fellow man,
And then do all that you can
To cover it.
Stay in the moment a little longer than you thought,
And it will reward you with much more
Experience;
More than you ever brought to it.
VENUS.
Before I fail I wish to lie again
In memory of what no more remains,
And through the eyes of day reveal the truth
That falls before the night aligns it new.
But morning has dismissed the point of me,
Descended from more worthy alchemy,
And I have long forsaken any claim
To lit upon the world you once arranged.
In memory of what no more remains,
And through the eyes of day reveal the truth
That falls before the night aligns it new.
But morning has dismissed the point of me,
Descended from more worthy alchemy,
And I have long forsaken any claim
To lit upon the world you once arranged.
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