back to square one early doors the milkman cometh my war against sleep wages on I’m sick again wretched with it my mind is in meltdown there’s no silence left not with the newsflash the commercial breaks and incessant chattering idiocy of the internet there’s little sense to the information age we’re in it for the money we murdered god and filled the void with primetime cheesecake this culture is universally flaccid a succession of fragmented sensation and random nostalgia I’m sickened of it I overdosed on signification I’m puking my guts up on the swirl of empty meaning back to square one early doors the milkman cometh…
25 April 2024
24 April 2024
nobody
I won’t make a difference in your life I won’t make a difference in mine I have no power of attorney no higher authority the world will turn without me in it I have lived as other men lived I’ll die as they have died before me without meaning without purpose directionless, and ideology free life is an abattoir no-one escapes the jaws of hell I tried to build a heaven in the void of existence all I got were horrors and imprisonment in solitary confinement
I can breathe is
that a sign of life? I have the
classic zombie profile shambolic and
loathsome it doesn’t really matter on a cosmic scale - nothing ever
matters I have wrestled with god and
lost there’s nothing left to try I’m a machine a machine of flesh and blood my rage was pointless my prayers misdirected the universe is cold and relentless yes, I’ve been swimming with sharks
again it’s risky, but I have no
choice they won’t leave me alone
23 April 2024
it’s all in our imagination
don’t know about you but my heart ain't in it this is not my idea of a good time hard knocks tough questions tougher lessons... excuse me I lost your signal I phased out heavy-lidded a little stoned vulnerable to kryptonite went all buddha for a moment the sun the moon the sky never said I had a better way there is no clearer route than your own heart
you were mindful
for the moment you kicked your shoes off and danced and you scoped me out with
the most exacting eyes gripped
with power and wonder can’t you
hear the summer calling? she calls on you by name she didn’t want to be alone she remembers the things we used to
do drunk on nectar in the season of promise it’s all in my imagination is it ever that way for you?
21 April 2024
asphyxiation
love is a mutt that follows you home an overfriendly guest with a huge appetite still, it’s your dime… and it’s better than being alone… isn’t it? well, isn’t it? or are you too tall for love? too proud to stoop down low? would you rather be a master than a slave? well, love makes slaves of us all some say love is life and indifference is death surely it’s better to serve something anything than suffer that gradual asphyxiation?
16 April 2024
I don’t always do as I’m told
all truth is relative all judgements subjective nothing’s as concrete as you’re led to believe history is a lie and so are you but it’s too late now to sing that song I had my special k for breakfast and fell down a rabbit hole all the world’s tired old clichés are gnawing on my bones I stand accused of stacking the deck and playing by my own rules but I don’t care how far I go as long as I get my jelly roll I’m talking now as a friend who understands the violence that breeds conformity I have to stay real with myself I don’t always do as I’m told
15 April 2024
rehabilitation
they sent a man from the council to survey my state of being he condemned the building before he crushed my expectations and flushed them down the crapper he has a place in the country said I could get my head right there he promised me the good life as he understood it in supported living fucking do gooder has me on his list but I won’t move an inch I’ve embraced self improvement I’m seeing beneficial angles there might just be a score in this rehabilitation racket
10 April 2024
dear reader
we are all of us acquainted with sorrow and that being said we’re maybe better for it if that’s the natural order and it seems to be dear reader we have suffered we have suffered to our shame I hope for your sake that your greatest regret in this season of regrets was an affair of the heart that’s where it counts because that’s the best of us that’s where we live love and betrayal it’s a fearsome thing but the crimes we commit for love are perhaps our saving grace
9 April 2024
an empire of lies
don’t worry I’m not about to forgive you it’s not my place to forgive you people tell lies for all sorts of reasons it doesn’t mean they are bad it doesn’t make them wrong sometimes we lie to spare the feelings of others most of the time we lie because we are afraid fear makes liars of us all whole civilisations have been built on well-intentioned lies I know you meant no harm I’m sure you had the truth in mind at some point in the future this will be the past I’ve already burned my diary my last statement shall be ash life my friend is fleeting we shall leave no trace behind us and our troubles will have washed away diluted in the oceans of time
7 April 2024
ascension
long about midnight a certain time ago someone spiked my tea before they rifled through my drawers may long standing repercussions settle on their bones he who laughs last… well, let’s just wait and see… I’m too cool to care coz my head is full of stars I’m only a poor boy with a bloody hammer I get high I get low the symptoms are axiomatic they’re no problem at all it would take more than a lethal dose to silence this fat mouth
brother, you gave me a mountain but I climbed it what’s that the image of? men heaving over mountains? or drowning in their shadows? a
man needs a mountain like a bullet
needs a gun a mountain’s a load for
one back but I’m drawn to the weight
of it like a moth on a fatal trajectory simply coz it’s there coz it’s in my path I’m just a poor boy with a bloody hammer I
survived the assassin’s cup and
occasional subsequent avalanches but
I’ve been to the top of the mountain
and I have seen the world
2 April 2024
bourgeois heroes
the swill of propaganda and the opiate of aspiration are pumped out 24/7 in the age of sexualisation fetishized commodities and prostituted love
the name of the game is power and all power stems from oppression our courageous
captains of industry spread the
ideology of cancer in a torrent of greed and lust
way up on mount olympus cadres of billionaire demigods are forging tickets to heaven from second-hand clichés and
promissory notes we’re left counting
pennies while they organise a society
where hideous pagan idols are feasting on our blood
1 April 2024
bluebottles
I was my natural self being in a particular groove when I was accosted by bluebottles they was low types full of guile and craft and tried to locate my stash by rifling my pockets they were due a disappointment coz I’d already imbibed and was well off my rocker yeah herb means life, or so jah say everybody’s doing it nowadays I was indignant and stood on my rights they got suss and fled through the night but the war on drugs is never over we’re bound to meet again on another sorry day
31 March 2024
easter sunday
let’s drink to resurrection and poor boys coming home to triumph over life and death the second time around you’ll believe what you want to there ain’t no sin in that but words are what men live by and words were meant to count some things linger on in the universal mind they’re neither fact nor fiction but something in-between jesus was a poet and he’s alright by me
30 March 2024
outside women
another outside woman is borrowing my clothes she’s got my name and number that’s about all she knows she doesn’t bother to feed me and I don’t really care coz we’re only buying time while her man’s not there it’s become the well-worn ritual we don’t talk that much we keep it nice and simple and communicate by touch it’s a temporary arrangement we can always walk away but she likes to keep me stashed nearby for a rainy day
29 March 2024
problems
I’m no slave to silence I have the words but I don’t use them all you said I had a great face the kind that’s been lived in well it is lived in that is died in too but that’s another story you said I was gifted but that’s just a lie I’m experienced that’s what you bought no social experiment you bought a man a man of flesh and blood I fought the law but I never did no time they caged me in a hospital they said I’d lost my mind but minds are ten a penny they’re not so hard to find I’ve had problems we’ve all had problems but I used my imagination to finally cut loose what on earth did you do when hard times came around?
good friday
was that love? was it ever love? transmitted from a distance cloaked in the mysterious it was a far greater thing… and all that signifies to sacrifice yourself and the love the act implies I said I’d give my life for you but that was not enough I had to forsake my family and purchase your affections with promissory notes…
28 March 2024
pyrite
don’t mind me I’m just a basic guy with extravagant needs but a man’s got to live as he sees fit there’s no secret ambition burning holes in my pockets I’ve got natural medicine to spell me some cheer they say it’s a weakness but I don’t really care some diversions are sacred like words from the bible so don’t shoot me down until you hear what the deal is your complete satisfaction could be moments away
27 March 2024
heavy arithmetic
it’s a heavy arithmetic that measures out the hours and subtracts the days time spent more in hope than reason our rusted factory eyes lack lustre they’re fixed on horizons far away where our dreams now live in exile and yesterday’s tomorrows accumulate
decay is it true what I heard you
say? you made a binding promise that you would wait forever forever and a day
26 March 2024
lizards
another billionaire turned out to be a lizard but it didn’t really matter he’s chairman of the board coz money is good when you earn enough to buy a small planet he’ll buy your affections and swing your elections coz your aspirations are shaped by his ambition
screwfaces
sometimes often I don’t want to go out I don’t want to go out mixing with them screwfaces don’t get me wrong I’ve worn faces we’ve all worn faces but you know faces you can’t rely on faces any more than words they make you look and you don’t want to look but they make you look and then you see that faces conceal and faces mislead no, you can’t trust the faces in this neighbourhood
25 March 2024
weirdo
I’m a rocket totally psychiatric but I’m authentic a genuine individual I count it a privilege to play the local freak it’s not like I really care coz I was never normal but sometimes I’ve been free I can fly in the face of reason that might sometimes seem eccentric but I’ve been wired rewired and strung out on the limbs of some unfamiliar trees it suits me that I’m a weirdo I don’t care what anyone says I’ve never worn the shackles of social conformity
22 March 2024
liquid energy
she said I had potential in the form of liquid energy the kind that runs right over to saturate the page in a red hot flush of synergy she loved the cut of my druggy cliché mystery and though that stuff is history she said it all so sexily that I didn’t really mind and we made love in the shadow of the gallows on a bed of poisoned arrows they say that lust is blind of that there is no doubt she poured my head into a bowl of wild piranha she peeled back my banana smiled once for the camera and snuffed my candle out
20 March 2024
treasures
those memories that echo sunlight forever held within your mind worth more than gold or tea from China these are the treasures of your life
stupid
people are stupid that’s my defence external forces motivate my actions I’m one of the masses singularly thick collectively crazy I don’t sweat it I drown my sorrows you won’t catch me with native intelligence and you can’t pin me down with your phony logic I’ll keep the council of my blind and foolish heart I say we press on and dance with the devil he has credentials that ensure his success we don’t have to think we just have to follow we don’t have to march while he makes us run
18 March 2024
frankenstein
there’s an air of quiet death about this house there are ghosts in every corner there are shadows there are doubts I’m being scrutinised by the inner eye I’m naked and alone with nowhere left to hide I murdered you to resurrect you once more in the laboratory of my mind you’re a stain that still needs scrubbing in the life I left behind I buried you deep and hid the shovel but you’re back again and causing trouble it’s a curse to have a conscience I thought that we were quits I don’t need to hear you crying I counted every tear you shed don’t make me relive this shit just get the fuck away from here get out of my fucking head
17 March 2024
tribal
did you scan the broken icons? the
debris of heroic purpose? the fetishes of pain? here's
another dismal harvest of broken bodies and perished dreams security through violence no world without us we kill to live and live to kill I'm in awe of the awful symmetry in that
design I understand the tribal imprint the allure of us and them but
I'm a little older now and no longer
play the game that doesn't mean I'm safe it simply means I'm sane
16 March 2024
feline
older now but clearly no wiser I showed a little interest lapped it right up the cat that stole the cream but I won’t be neutered by sympathetic vibrations ‘no one fucks like that – unless they really mean it’ was that an accusation? was it a compliment? I showed a little interest for a moment you were everything but you murdered that moment when you put it under the microscope you murdered that moment and I’m over it now…
14 March 2024
entangled
it takes two to tangle in the dog eat dog but I’m resting my voice before I take another pounding my opening gambit was all cotton candy but my final word meant nothing at all I’ll ease on out on my magic pillow to take a repast that’s at least free of sorrow I might be back I might not bother but if I do change my mind you’ll see me tomorrow
10 March 2024
money
money has power if you choose to believe it some people just don’t care about money other’s care about nothing else here I am sitting in my bed reading my I.O.U’s I don’t care much for anything because beauty is a whore and money is her pimp I have no taste for poverty nor for honest labour that’s why I’m a thief I will not serve a master but I will not want for money I’ll take what I’ve got coming I’ll steal before I earn
4 March 2024
cyclops
there are no flies on you coz you’re the dog’s bollocks and the sun shines out of your arse you’re quicker than the devil but more grounded in reality you’re so single minded in your every conceit and brother you can talk you can talk yourself blue chew my fucking ears off go on, demonstrate the folly of your words you hate this you hate that the world pisses you off... truth is a matter of ingenuity we are what we pretend to be and you pretend to be wise but your wisdom is a ticket to hell coz shit gets under your skin there’s no defect in your vision you’re just selectively blind you’re so busy with the wrong you refuse to see the light that the good outweighs the bad to anyone with sight
2 March 2024
torquemada
questions circle like vultures but I’m not running away I’m
running towards I changed my face to fit the frame you could say I’m in disguise I don’t forget the things I’ve done man, I nearly choked on them but I got over it and now I’m on the gravy train but I had to give it up you know what I mean? I had to give it up pack it in and snuff it out no
embers left to fan but there are
questions always questions I’m not afraid of questions I
have one for you what the fuck do you
want? you don’t have to answer you might not know the answer some questions can’t be answered and some answers can’t be questioned is love
always the answer? or is love sometimes
the question? I suppose it makes no
difference to me because
I keep my own secrets and bear my stripes
without complaint
28 February 2024
terraplaning
a smattering of raindrops pepper my window panes their ragged trails are bleached by another thorazine moon a thousand dark misgivings are nesting in my brain a swarm of ravenous locusts are wheeling on the wing there’s space beneath the blankets I’m slipping through again strange fruit and poplar trees I’ve seen this place before I’m talking to some woman I sense that she’s a friend I seem to know her face but can’t recall her name the local boys are rowdy on tonic wine and beer I’m peeling away my skin it’s a reptile house in here I can hardly breathe I’m running out of air someone is calling my name but I don’t seem to care I’m all fucked up again a little worse for wear is what’s inside leaking out? is what’s outside crashing in? I tore these words from the paper and pasted them into the void it’s a menagerie of countersigns a procession of disjointed images that could signify anything but most likely don’t it’s the dark side of morning and no one gives a shit most of us are sleeping perhaps I’m sleeping too maybe this is a dream I hope it is a dream cause if this is just a dream I could make an escape I could dial myself a ride and terraplane away
24 February 2024
denial
some lies are more useful than facts some facts are too hard to bear I’ve often indulged to excess in sex and drugs and wine and lost myself in the labyrinth of my fickle polluted heart of all the liars in the world the human heart reigns supreme but then it’s easier to disseminate falsehoods than it is to tell the truth things are made to happen somebody makes them happen so never do anything you can’t later deny surely facts mould fictions and the truth is often eclipsed by something more convenient these are not just words this is my religion I am my own god here to drink and fuck and fight and my truth is beautiful even if it’s hard to swallow because the truth feels like an insult to people in denial but let me tell you this there is one great truth there is one great lie they amount to the same they can both be denied
23 February 2024
teflon
I won’t cry foul I never was a victim I play the hand that’s dealt me and accept the consequences so go ahead and cast your stones no one is above criticism but some bear other’s faults jealous tongues spread bad news and magnify the false but I’ve broken no earthly law save the laws of prudery I sleep wherever I’m welcome and reap whatever I sow my critics only strengthen me their inhibitions make me bold my difference is a source of pride I’m unaffected by the crowd but if I walked a mile in their tight shoes I might just hate me too I’m a libertine by nature I never followed rules and I refuse to be held accountable by puritanical fools