She was lying rough
& I'd finally saved enough
to buy a resonator
(I fetched her medicine too)
She was a Queen Bee
One who left my company for good.
and every time I scaled the stairs
I saw her in my bed.
So I took it to the 2nd hand shop
who told me it was worthless.
I umd and arred, took the money, got drunk.
I was lying rough. no her. no resonator. no medicine.
Up the hill
Every week
up the hill
the bus is touch and go
Folks on board discuss their health
Every week they look unhealthier
the bus is touch and go
They get off.
Their seats soon taken
(mention smoke)
up the hill
the bus is touch and go
Folks on board discuss their health
Every week they look unhealthier
the bus is touch and go
They get off.
Their seats soon taken
(mention smoke)
The birdsong 3.52am
The bird song is a landlord cashing a deposit
from a couple who won't get any sleep
cos the man below is a wayward soprano
He shrieks at the top of his voice
revs the fuck out of his stereo
They've got guitars and plants and idle optimism
But he's that cream that never sours until an
inevitable, avoidable crash.
The bird song are his friends who bail him out,
wire through his account. So he can straggle down the hill
on autopilot to get more fuel..A bag full.
The bird song is the shop who serve him
No concern of the state he's in
Part of a building society cashing in
His walls closing, theirs expanding (still standing)
The bird song is 3.52am. I want some sleep.
from a couple who won't get any sleep
cos the man below is a wayward soprano
He shrieks at the top of his voice
revs the fuck out of his stereo
They've got guitars and plants and idle optimism
But he's that cream that never sours until an
inevitable, avoidable crash.
The bird song are his friends who bail him out,
wire through his account. So he can straggle down the hill
on autopilot to get more fuel..A bag full.
The bird song is the shop who serve him
No concern of the state he's in
Part of a building society cashing in
His walls closing, theirs expanding (still standing)
The bird song is 3.52am. I want some sleep.
The left give up
Bent over s-d-r-a-w-k-c-a-b
Short of straight answersFacts are foiled,
used up scratch cards
used up scratch cards
Voting records
line top shelves -
Adult magazines
for the few [not the many]
Adult magazines
for the few [not the many]
So many still buy bright
from the bottom.
Billie Holiday is
drowned out
by a low exhaust
She sounds desperate & drained
My legs are heavy
stuck to the floor
I don't feel like doing
anything noteworthy
Because if I try
I'll be by her side.
These days,
I see many photos of
launderettes
I don't know what each
represents.
Perhaps hope for a rare kind
of co-operation
from the bottom.
Billie Holiday is
drowned out
by a low exhaust
She sounds desperate & drained
My legs are heavy
stuck to the floor
I don't feel like doing
anything noteworthy
Because if I try
I'll be by her side.
These days,
I see many photos of
launderettes
I don't know what each
represents.
Perhaps hope for a rare kind
of co-operation
Turning Ninety Three
Such fervent excitement.
She couldn't sleep turning Ninety Three.
Now morning, with her good hand, she takes on a television score
I've still got a few years left haven't I?
This quiver was me as a child hopeful
Christmas hadn't run it's course
as the tinsel came down,
leaving grief stricken walls
and the pine needles met up in the pan
for the last sorry time.
'Yes, of course' my answer - automatic, assuring.
As the conductor rests. She's gone.
We go back to entertaining.
We hope to have her back on again. (soon)
This was about my Nan in law. How her dementia seems to come and go. How it's all invisible and unpredictable) I also took a lot from this _ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tp6c_oG1SBk
She couldn't sleep turning Ninety Three.
Now morning, with her good hand, she takes on a television score
A pause for entertaining the common discourse
Her mind's eye flickers in to life
Her mind's eye flickers in to life
Music brings the sun. Sunflowers open bask
and then silence_____ Weak kneed she asks
and then silence_____ Weak kneed she asks
I've still got a few years left haven't I?
This quiver was me as a child hopeful
Christmas hadn't run it's course
as the tinsel came down,
leaving grief stricken walls
and the pine needles met up in the pan
for the last sorry time.
'Yes, of course' my answer - automatic, assuring.
As the conductor rests. She's gone.
We go back to entertaining.
We hope to have her back on again. (soon)
This was about my Nan in law. How her dementia seems to come and go. How it's all invisible and unpredictable) I also took a lot from this _ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tp6c_oG1SBk
Swindon Bus Station
Swindon bus station,
Everyone fixed to their screens
Mine out of battery
The patchy street birds
have a tiresome industry
Looking for anything to digest,
other than old amber leaf
In front of me, I pitch a family
from a war torn Country,
from a war torn Country,
I wonder about their future
The wave of support oily politicians
get in writing them off,
Sticking the needle in their life raft
get in writing them off,
Sticking the needle in their life raft
The little one is crying,
but occasionally a beaming sunshine
His brother has learnt to
rearrange his hat, rock the pram,
while the Mother contemplates her carousel
rearrange his hat, rock the pram,
while the Mother contemplates her carousel
Her garments are not very well co ordinated
but smart and colourful in their own right.
but smart and colourful in their own right.
The little one kicks off his blanket,
his pyjamas are Disney.
Perhaps he'll get there one day.
Until then, Swindon Bus station.
.
his pyjamas are Disney.
Perhaps he'll get there one day.
Until then, Swindon Bus station.
.
The Swan Boats
The swan boat pond a blue dye
In it's reflection, the ferris eye
A couple ride past on a tandem bike
Him in front, her behind
They look thirsty.
I wonder if they'll switch tonight.
In it's reflection, the ferris eye
A couple ride past on a tandem bike
Him in front, her behind
They look thirsty.
I wonder if they'll switch tonight.
We have become
Me at the radiator,
trivial pursuit over
in your eyes a glint of festive lights
in your chest a power cut
I couldn't get anything right -
even the correct answers
cause you had us breaking up
baggage stored away for weeks .
You broke the news
bedside manner foolproof
and breathe _shoulders relieved
your tears for us already in the rubbish tip
mine ready for the pile.
Your front door window pane
no longer a force for young eyes
that don't want to part.
No longer visiting hours ...
Heavy that night
The daylight cowered like me
I crawled in to bed
Put on my favourite Television show
one I knew would be ruined for a very long time.
The worst fear - us as strangers -
what we have become
I realised that year after year
life is a series of goodbyes
and a reduction of fear
and in a year the worst fear
would be real. Us - strangers.
trivial pursuit over
in your eyes a glint of festive lights
in your chest a power cut
I couldn't get anything right -
even the correct answers
cause you had us breaking up
baggage stored away for weeks .
You broke the news
bedside manner foolproof
and breathe _shoulders relieved
your tears for us already in the rubbish tip
mine ready for the pile.
Your front door window pane
no longer a force for young eyes
that don't want to part.
No longer visiting hours ...
Heavy that night
The daylight cowered like me
I crawled in to bed
Put on my favourite Television show
one I knew would be ruined for a very long time.
The worst fear - us as strangers -
what we have become
I realised that year after year
life is a series of goodbyes
and a reduction of fear
and in a year the worst fear
would be real. Us - strangers.
Dying Butterflies
I've never felt a warm gun on an empty stomach.
1
A rising lantern for desperate folks.
Paling handprints on boarded up windows
D-Day for state supporters, a ring of racists
A wet dream for editors of gothic script papers
Years back, they started this.
2
Mowing down vital information, warning signs
Sugar-coated truth for the partially blind
Progression is rarely weighed up in traffic jams,
Campaigners binge watch enlightening programmes,
none of which institutionalise a compromise of freedom?
1 + 2
Falling for Westminster
Every night, the news at 10 -
Stomach simmers, dying butterflies
We are delivered a spent rhetoric. A loop.
Sample these dying butterflies.
Suits say they have a monopoly over our intentions...
Why. Do. They. Keep. Lying?
Sunday Hanging
Peeling back my eyes from Saturday evening
Necking every drink I could, still steaming
and now the light bounces off every senescent storey
and, well... I'm in heaven.
So what is an honest way to make a living?The carefree crows commerce on this Sunday Morning
When the po-lice have been afforded an extra lie-in
Society makes us all feel unclean
Must be the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.
I'm trying to make my money last
but every moment needs regulating
If I don't live for the moment
then what have I to live for?
I wish it were the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.
Maybe they do to.
Necking every drink I could, still steaming
and now the light bounces off every senescent storey
and, well... I'm in heaven.
So what is an honest way to make a living?
When the po-lice have been afforded an extra lie-in
Society makes us all feel unclean
Must be the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.
I'm trying to make my money last
but every moment needs regulating
If I don't live for the moment
then what have I to live for?
I wish it were the same for deluded men
on this Sunday Morning.
Maybe they do to.
So green, I watch.
So green, I watch. Such anger.
The Pushing of trolleys.
Get out and f*cking walk.
Such anger. Familiar.
So green, I watch and listen.
I'm then reminded of blitzing gentrification.
The moustachio magnate roams the square like an alpha alpaca guarding a plot.
In front the old dear's doing night fever - she drops her lot. Everything she's got.
He goes through her.
Like one of those sadistic f*ckers who speeds up as you cross
On over to where the half baked bastards bustle.
They enjoy the morning sun. Never worry on.
Never worry of spies so green.
Me? I watch.
I expect I've been caught by the captured to.
The Pushing of trolleys.
Get out and f*cking walk.
Such anger. Familiar.
So green, I watch and listen.
I'm then reminded of blitzing gentrification.
The moustachio magnate roams the square like an alpha alpaca guarding a plot.
In front the old dear's doing night fever - she drops her lot. Everything she's got.
He goes through her.
Like one of those sadistic f*ckers who speeds up as you cross
On over to where the half baked bastards bustle.
They enjoy the morning sun. Never worry on.
Never worry of spies so green.
Me? I watch.
I expect I've been caught by the captured to.
Worth Seeing
Runners. Colourful runners. Pixels on the promenade.
( Each stiff hit for a different cause )
Sleepers. Dishevelled sleepers. A washout on the promenade.
( Each stiff hit for a different cause)
Purposeful questions proposed to the sea ...
How it can stomach every one for me .
The angler employed the bottle green teen .
I wonder how he will fare? His beginning.
All this worth seeing.
( Each stiff hit for a different cause )
Sleepers. Dishevelled sleepers. A washout on the promenade.
( Each stiff hit for a different cause)
Purposeful questions proposed to the sea ...
How it can stomach every one for me .
The angler employed the bottle green teen .
I wonder how he will fare? His beginning.
All this worth seeing.
Another flume.
The flume.
I was shooting down to my grave.
Sadly, in my head.
I was told to lie back.
Relax, in my hospital bed.
There's nothing wrong with you
Why do you think differently?
Certain things I could savour.
Streaming Asthmatic Kitty's son,
Chocolate dusted coffee,
a gentle morning run.
Chlorinated water,
A sure (safe) routine.
My love hate relationship with the West Hill,
A kite being willed by your half sized hands.
But. Mostly you.
How could I forget the night, you held me?
Shushed me to sleep.
Taught me that I don't need to try and breathe
Taught me that I don't need to try.....and breathe.
Put your head on my stomach,
watch your eyes slow rise up to mine.
Everything passes.
Even the unpredictable weather
is calmer than your mind.
Even stars coming together
are calmer than your mind.
Feeling the ground,
Even the plates beneath it are calmer than your mind.
It will pass. It is passing. I love you.
I was shooting down to my grave.
Sadly, in my head.
I was told to lie back.
Relax, in my hospital bed.
There's nothing wrong with you
Why do you think differently?
Certain things I could savour.
Streaming Asthmatic Kitty's son,
Chocolate dusted coffee,
a gentle morning run.
Chlorinated water,
A sure (safe) routine.
My love hate relationship with the West Hill,
A kite being willed by your half sized hands.
But. Mostly you.
How could I forget the night, you held me?
Shushed me to sleep.
Taught me that I don't need to try and breathe
Taught me that I don't need to try.....and breathe.
Put your head on my stomach,
watch your eyes slow rise up to mine.
Everything passes.
Even the unpredictable weather
is calmer than your mind.
Even stars coming together
are calmer than your mind.
Feeling the ground,
Even the plates beneath it are calmer than your mind.
It will pass. It is passing. I love you.
New Years
Early 2011.
I believe that
this is the most vivid time
of my 28 years
Can still feel the bathing water
filled with my tears.
Get yourself together son.
Get yourself together
Post Christmas.
You occupied my mind .
Working in a warehouse.
Drinking vodka sodas.
I drowned but shined
Listening to 'Evening Kitchen'
with belief to find.
Listening to 'Evening Kitchen'
with belief to find.
Get yourself together son.
Get yourself together.
Get yourself together.
There's a concert on at the Afton Hotel
and I want you boys to headline.
this is the most vivid time
of my 28 years
Can still feel the bathing water
filled with my tears.
Get yourself together son.
Get yourself together
There's a concert on at the Afton hotel
and I want you boys to headline.
Those tried years.
Those tried years.
Those tried years.
I was never faking it, never faking it,
In those tried years.
Hearing you offering one night
but nothing else, was the worst I've ever felt.
Hearing you offering one night
but nothing else, was the worst I've ever felt.
Those tried years.
Those tried years.
Those tried years.
I was never faking it, never faking it,
In those tried years.
The Flume
The room was painted
with strong opinions
Those colours brighter
than the room's intentions
Our legs spread for law enforcement
Shattered dreams
Show homes are only for sleepwalkers
And now these cats pounce on our confusion
The flume, you were shooting down, with too long to live.
with strong opinions
Those colours brighter
than the room's intentions
Our legs spread for law enforcement
Shattered dreams
Show homes are only for sleepwalkers
And now these cats pounce on our confusion
The flume, you were shooting down, with too long to live.
Not Fit + Fearless Men
2 pieces in progress that could work quite nicely with each other.
Not fit for sleeping
Not fit for running
Not fit to earn a living
Not fit for overcoming (you)
Not fit for A to B
Not fit to see what you can see
Not fit to keep tidy
Not fit to bring her up
....
For the only thing I'm really not fit
....
Hypochondriacs fights back
Superheroes on crack,
It's all over so quick. We're not fit.
'Fearless men' escape the kitchen
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' are only Adam
'Fearless men' are born again
Not fit for sleeping
Not fit for running
Not fit to earn a living
Not fit for overcoming (you)
Not fit for A to B
Not fit to see what you can see
Not fit to keep tidy
Not fit to bring her up
....
For the only thing I'm really not fit
....
Hypochondriacs fights back
Superheroes on crack,
It's all over so quick. We're not fit.
'Fearless men' escape the kitchen
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' are only Adam
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' think some love warped
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' tame a feisty daughter
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' clasp the bible weapon
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' don't field the question.
What's new with you?
'Fearless men' clasp the bible weapon
'Fearless men' are born again
'Fearless men' don't field the question.
What's new with you?
...
Karaoke Pick a Day
My bus journeys are always pretty interesting. Every Wednesday I travel from Ore to St Leonards. I imagine there'll be a lot of bus references in my work. I've witnessed racism, accusations of racism, drug users, drinking, fights, break ups and a lot of kindness. I'd miss feeling connected to what was actually happening around me if I drove.
Horizons a perfect cut
A Monster energy rolls down the bus -
Some of us can take stock of this,
Some of us take part in this.
live exist live exist exit
So karaoke pick a day
Where my mind doesn't circle away -
live live live live exit.
Horizons a perfect cut
A Monster energy rolls down the bus -
Some of us can take stock of this,
Some of us take part in this.
live exist live exist exit
So karaoke pick a day
Where my mind doesn't circle away -
live live live live exit.
Life could begin.
The sky and sea wed in white
The tide could finally rest
The crashing waves
The seashore's jacket
Keeping humans at bay
Life could begin
Watching creatures swimming
I'm in heaven.
Where do all the snowmen go?
Everyone must attempt a Christmas song, right? This is the song of the disappearing snowmen
If I were to be built again
I'd be flying with damage control
Tell me love beyond the frosten white throw
Where do all the snowmen go?
Where do all the snowmen go?
Now on the shelf
Dry ice for heavy coats
Rubbing shoulders with poisoned folks
The smile you once had etched
Button nose you pressed
It was all a little too much for your bare naked chest.
If I were to be built again
I'd be flying with damage control
Tell me love beyond the frosten white throw
Where do all the snowmen go?
Where do all the snowmen go?
Now on the shelf
Dry ice for heavy coats
Rubbing shoulders with poisoned folks
The smile you once had etched
Button nose you pressed
It was all a little too much for your bare naked chest.
The past
Trapped
Trapped in the past
That's what I do
That's what I am
I just live like I've boxed in my hometown
A firm favourite who lost in the first round
Even when things were going well
You'd find a corner, a corner to tell
Yourself that things weren't going well
You knew people were good at going away
This is a morning trying to sell what's been and gone.
Trapped
Trapped in the past
That's what I face and where I stand
I just live like I've boxed in my hometown
It was unanimous that I lost in the first round
Even when things were going well
You'd find a corner, a corner to tell
Yourself that things weren't going well
You knew people were good at going way
This mornings trying to sell what's been and gone
Trapped in the past
That's what I do
That's what I am
I just live like I've boxed in my hometown
A firm favourite who lost in the first round
Even when things were going well
You'd find a corner, a corner to tell
Yourself that things weren't going well
You knew people were good at going away
This is a morning trying to sell what's been and gone.
Trapped
Trapped in the past
That's what I face and where I stand
I just live like I've boxed in my hometown
It was unanimous that I lost in the first round
Even when things were going well
You'd find a corner, a corner to tell
Yourself that things weren't going well
You knew people were good at going way
This mornings trying to sell what's been and gone
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