24 December 2018
West End
the skag palaces
and liquor dungeons
of my youth
are now gastro pubs
and organic eateries
but the streets
are the same
there's a score
on every corner
flesh or drug
just name your tune
and some cunt
will dance to it
.
23 December 2018
The Final Bulletin
Glad Rag
and
Mouse Trap
were here for a while
they just came by
to ring my bell
and drink my tea
they had cloth and candles
and were all kitted out
for the final big bulletin
the news was sadly
postponed indefinitely
nothing will happen
during prime time
no-one will stem
the systematic
appropriation
of the factual
all elected officers
will report to mommy
there’s been a spill
much milk was shed
some were crying
others laughed
a mixed bag
of metaphors
escaped into the crowd
Glad Rag and Mouse Trap
were first among them
.
5 November 2018
Shades
23 October 2018
Drenched
I saw the whole thing coming
there's no explaining some things
22 October 2018
Universal
19 October 2018
Casey Jones
down between
the railway tracks
amidst the newts
and the sticklebacks
dead monuments
to industrial might
gather shadows
deep as night
in the kingdom
of heavy rust
where empires bloomed
then turned to dust
the bindlestiffs
and feral types
come out to play
in the dread of night
only to fade away once more
before the breaking day
there are ghosts
they boast
in these old yards
in shallow graves
that no-one guards
where evil deeds
lie undiscovered
beneath the weeds
where their cries
were smothered
.
13 October 2018
Monkey Business
some slipped away incognito
others turned sour their cream
had curdled I don't give a fuck I had a good time I got my own monkey business and a boneyard for my bygones what's buried there is buried real deep and locked up tight so it don't bring me down I live in the now it's the only space left me and I like to make hay while the sun still shines
12 October 2018
Solitary
the threat of silence eternal
will not drive me
into the arms
of honorific whores
who perform gratis
acts of quiet desperation
in the hopeless quest
for something more substantial
.
I'm a solitary instrument
who keeps his own council
I'll never impart my sorry tale
to another living soul
I buried my burdens deep
but I watch them all the while
for there are promises I keep
and promises I deny
.
11 October 2018
Daisies
Hangover
we’re running low on drinks
this party’s hit the doldrums
and as the morning sinks
we godless frozen forms
pitch headlong into ashtrays
and empty bottles counted
then recycled in the telling
like the evidence that’s mounted
in the stories you’ve been selling
so paint me black in tales of woe
and fabricate the reason
to justify the fatal blow
and your final act of treason
.
9 October 2018
Mandy
3 October 2018
Insatiable
I shed a score
every time
I went
to the well
soon I was skint
and the well was dry
those are the dues
owed the
golden monkey
when your appetites
outstrip your means
and gluttony
obscures your reason
.
2 October 2018
The Final Link
I seen you in your big boots
threshing out your grapes of wrath
you only harvested bitter fruit
from your black vineyards
but you could never touch me
or the dope that I had stashed
even then I knew too much
to take your shit to heart
.
they say the sins of the father
are meted out to his sons
I guess you merely did
what own father had done
but that shit stops right here
I won’t let it go on
if I’m a link in that bloody chain
I’ll be the final one
28 September 2018
Judas Kiss
it’s not the stranger danger
but the et tu bruti
you have to beware of
there’s no more bitter repast
than the judas kiss
served from
treacherous lips
straight to the heart
and she took a piece
mucky little tart
we were only casual
I shouldn’t really care
but she took a bite
and she left her mark
somewhere between the folds
of my deepest dark
.
22 September 2018
Sleepless
nowhere to rest my head
no cradle for my dreams
I pace the lonely hours
just bursting at the seams
I measure dusk ‘til dawn
and see them back again
I’ve little need for sleep
I have a faulty brain
in the cold grey dawn
I feel as thin as rain
it’s mornings such as these
could drive a soul insane
.
18 September 2018
Kingpin
kudos to the big beasts
and the fabled ocean riders
ixnay on the dharma jockeys
and the children of the sun
I am stand alone dysphoric
quartered by the meat racks
sliced down to the bone
I shall complain most bitterly
to my trusty dictaphone
.
see that bastard smile?
that’s the local kingpin
and he’ll turn away no more
I’ve got the essential matrix
that the cunt is looking for
he’s a fucking lean machine
and an arsehole to be sure
but he’s the only gig in town
there’s nowhere else to score
.
16 September 2018
Coffee
it calls for extra coffee
on those pale mornings
when my remnant dreams
still cling as shrouds
to another me
in some other world
and the cold grey sun
s – e – e – p – s
little shards of heaven
to prick my sleepless eyes
.
I’m as tired as an old joke
told in a funeral home
I feel like a dirty burlap sack
full of ossuary bones
I’m the prolapsed organ
they dare not resuscitate
and quite symptomatic
of a broader demographic
of disenchanted and careless
mercenary vagabonds
12 September 2018
Parade
I’m no knocker
no tattle tale
but I was at the front
of her big parade
remember me?
I was the arsehole
with the big bass drum
counting steps
and keeping time
with regimental
precision
.
everything was cushty
everything was sweet
until the rain
put the mockers
on her big day
there were tantrums
there were tears
she put on quite
a performance
and in all honesty
she preferred it that way
.
7 September 2018
The Last Dog
6 September 2018
Barley
this happy heart
will be the death
of poor me
I tilled the earth
then scattered
cancelling
my subscription
to the ever after
to carve myself
a solitary path
through golden
fields of barley
in the soft
summer rain
.
4 September 2018
Rental Dogs
3 September 2018
Golden Apples
channelling
exclusively
via satellitic intent
this monomaniac
is deeply fixated
on our nearest star
and that’s where
you’ll find him
from now on
lost in an orchard
dazzling bright
stealing golden apples
from the heart of the sun
.
30 August 2018
Tragedian
Sally threatened suicide
she did from time to time
it was no cry for help
but a demand for servitude
I’d have given her anything
under any other terms
but she came as the victim
of numerous insoluble crimes
her eyes were always offended
they were tuned to disappointment
she said she’d turned a corner
on another dead-end street
.
I felt the momentum
of some terrible gravity
dragging at my entrails
hers was a brutal surgery
born of desperation
the decision was mine
my choices were limited
by narrowing circumstance
to a fight or flight scenario
so I reluctantly opted out
but I still have a pillow for her
if she ever feels the need
.
27 August 2018
Jelly Beans
stop my mouth anaesthetise me I need panic pills merciful medicine my beautiful mutation is murdering me I’m withering into psychosis so nourish me pharmaceutically I know I’m bat shit crazy the world makes me crazy her beauty is fouled from the misuse of mirrors in the still of my room I’m gradually transforming into a psychiatric emergency
my
heart beats too loud I can’t hear me
think my life
no longer sparks I’ve been harvesting
my sickness I’m the effigy of moral
weakness I require psychotropic
medication it’s my rod my staff my crutch my blood is charged with electric
potential the bipolar extremities beckon
me I need some proper insulation faith is not enough
in the
shadow of existence where the dark
things flourish surrounded by tender
tyrants and outflanked by awkward
instance I’m a hostage to necessity and
have demons to placate I need a
little something added to my
recipe I require a magic bullet to
get me off my knees so get me an
extension I’ll call for some
assistance to feed me psycho quackery in the shape of jelly beans
22 August 2018
Joe the Movie
16 August 2018
Tin God
I was always frenzied
with my Aztec instruments
and my rituals inevitably
ended in an act of betrayal
and the archaic justifications
of injustice and tragedy
the theme of my soap opera
and the playground melodramas
I classified as historic crimes
.
I cast a giant shadow
in the kingdom of the pygmies
my erstwhile sycophants
were eager recipients
of my every crumb
that collective approbation
really warmed the ego
but I could remember when
I expected so much more
.
*Image: Mesoamerican god Xochipilli ‘Prince of Flowers’
.*
11 August 2018
Fat Bastard
9 August 2018
Immaculate
I just hopped off the bus
to fulfil my statutory obligations
I been zapped in the brain pan
by that solar radiation
if she had only seen me
back when I eclipsed the sun
she’d have a little more patience
with her beloved skid row bum
now she was feeling mystic like
and squatting on her haunches
she cast an evil eye on me
so I gave her beer and roses
I was coming off some slick machine
and was very nearly empty
this was in the morning after
on a day of rest and prayer
I played the messianic dope fiend
she made out she didn’t care
.
8 August 2018
Monsters
there’s no sleep for me
there are monsters in my bed
the creeping sons of chaos
just will not let me rest
.
they’ve fashioned lethal weapons
from my sacred memories
to lacerate my consciousness
with morbid fantasies
.
I plead not for redemption
that’s far beyond my reach
I bargain for the mercy
of eventual release
.
deliver me from kindnesses
invested in by strangers
I have no use for enemies
when friends will steal my tongue
.
this union of erstwhile companions
this compact of seasoned liars
have anointed me with kerosene
and lit my funeral pyre
.
6 August 2018
Meat
I could afford to laugh it off
it was only dirt being dished
and I’d heard it all before
my lips were sealed
so my hands were clean
but she had her snout in deep
and was up to her ears in shit
she ought to get herself a read
drop the plastic facsimile
of injured humanity
and learn how to dig deep
for something more substantial
than gaining friends and influence
through her poisonous inquisition
I’ll take no lessons
from some menopausal midlife crisis
and her alky reject fancy man
I could see it in their eyes
no fucking empathy
they see only meat
and they left me feeling raw
down at the bloody end
of their killing floor
.
5 August 2018
Mislaid
it’s a tedious chore
and no mistake
around the houses
and home again
the whole rigmarole
a wasted journey
a tortuous trek
in an inclement season
but I’ll find myself
on some darkened side street
soaked to the skin
but no worse for wear
.
2 August 2018
Excision
I severed that tie
with definitive force
I cut it off
and cast it out
then I set it on fire
powdered the ashes
and buried it deep
far far away
but it haunts me still
the flesh of my flesh
that lost appendage
cleaved from the bone
a bloody sacrifice
to some lesser evil
it’s a revenant organ
or a phantom limb
it’s a forbidden exhumation
and an itch I long to scratch
.
26 July 2018
Heavies
it was my party
and I was having
a right hee haw
when the heavies
came crashing in
it can happen that sudden
like the flick of a switch
or an amphetamine surge
with the rock steady dread
and the big bass drum
big boys took my high
and buried me
with knuckle dusters
they came mob handed
tooled up for a killing
it was totally hopeless
but my delusion
was so fantastic
I still fancied my chances
.
25 July 2018
Chocolate George
Chocolate George
Was a pussy magnet
He’d had more tang
Than Frank Sinatra
He said it was nice, so nice
And it all came from a nice place
That it was no mere gesture
But the gift of awareness
That the algorithms of affection
Played out naturally
With no need for ceremony
Or archaic ritual
Were as beautiful
As they were natural
He stressed that
He was not the message
But the messenger
And there was no device
Or calculation
Behind his success
.
21 July 2018
Empty
I need a whole new bundle
to keep me on my feet
I’m winding ancient nightmares
between my dirty sheets
I got nothing left to bargain with
I’m on my fucking knees
all native electricity
has deserted me
I purchased naught for nothing
I’d like a refund please
these are times of want
in the chaos factory
.
18 July 2018
Snowball
snowball had the loathing
something chronic she’d
smashed all her mirrors in iconoclast and said she’d pan my windows too if I
didn’t lick her wounds self inflicted wounds are often the last to
heal least
said soonest mended they
used to say but they were wrong
she had come on like a breath of sunshine but she had dark roots I’d been keeping a beady on her peroxide explosion altruistically fucking her from time to time it cut both ways we both had needs
I was pretty liberal with the advice but more frugal with my affections I like to think of myself as a coward that’s the best spin I can place on my actions I couldn’t dive in because I can’t swim so I turned away at the crucial moment I closed my eyes but I still heard her cry
I guess for her I was yet another disappointment in a long series of disappointments was I a user?
an abuser?
or just a man of straw? I’m
not the best judge of that for
my part her
voice is one of many all asking the
same question do you now
or did you ever possess an ounce
of soul?
23 June 2018
Formless
22 June 2018
The Temple of a Thousand Buddhas
16 May 2018
Coydogs
15 May 2018
Panthers
the sickly hours draw near I’ve been out on the prowl feasting with panthers and laying with the low life bleeds out from my promiscuous
regions my seed, the gift of our
benefactor was spilled on vulgar ground a menagerie of brightly polished fossils perched four and twenty deep on a blackened
bow each was perfectly honed to provide the keen edges a boy could
shred his soul on
there’s a laboratory in my mind where pornographic experimentations are
crudely coupled with shameful memories so I
make meat in wee small hours to feed the fire that burns in my loins ever the same incessant pounding of a
thousand heartbeats a tide of lovers float into memory people like us know what we’re doing people like us have rapacious hearts