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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
18 February 2024
thieves
the first theft was an apple I hope it tasted sweet that was a long time ago now everyone’s a thief I was glad to steal for you and you were happy too was that just a little extra gravy? or something heavier still? in hindsight was it wicked? would you rather beg than steal? is it a curse to have a conscience? does your conscience bother you? you reveal your state of mind in everything you do right and wrong good and bad the mirror in your heart reflects the world you see a cat might have to steal just to make ends meet you’ve got to put food on the table and that shit don’t come cheap each of us is a fragment of an imperfect world heaven and earth are ten thousand things but we are thieves and nothing else here is the fruit of knowledge stolen from the vine if you would perfect your being you must master your desires or learn to think like a thief and steal everything you can whatever your dharma holds you’ll come to understand all roads lead to consciousness it’s part of the master plan
29 January 2024
lies
I like to drink but I only with my friends I don’t care to drink with strangers I have to factor in my concentration got to keep my story straight my lies always carried more weight than my truths after all, lies are the common currency truths are rare as diamonds I save the truths for the people I trust what do you say to that? I don’t know what to say myself it’s not my place to say but what do you think? coz I don’t know what to think I never knew what to think I always moved in the wrong direction is that symptomatic of a poor education? I could blame my past but with little conviction I’ve always been the victim of my own machinations I couldn’t care less now but I suffered then nobody suffers like the poor and I was impoverished in spirit I could tell some stories we all could tell some stories life is anecdotal and fifty percent deception but that’s to be expected how could we live with ourselves if it weren’t for our lies?
19 December 2023
mister natural
never worked a day in my life won’t sweat blood for the machine blood is heavier than gold but what do I know? I’m just a bum balancing the scales my advice to would be scholars is to do what you like but don’t let your imagination run away with you don’t lose yourself in the herd or let modest claims of individuality camouflage your bovine curiosity just plant a flag in the anecdotal and call it history
but don’t listen to me
I’m a certified fool I renounce history all histories are phony I have no history I just tell convenient stories this life was spent dreaming yesterday’s cause is lost let tomorrow care for tomorrow’s woes I won’t cry today I feel I’m halfway high just from thinking about it I’m pitching naturals from now on these dice are loaded and the table is
mine
17 December 2023
beatified
I don’t read the papers I just follow the signs I get all the information I need in stereo messages from heaven transmitted in high definition directly into my cranium my senses may be addled but my heart is instrumental in sorting out those waves I needn’t be sober to garner their substance the lyrics are set in time to a long familiar refrain
they tell me god loves a drunk because all drunks are poets and all poets are killers when it comes down to it and it often does we are all of us killers but
I don’t seem to mind I’ll gladly take
the blame if there’s any going my hereditary fault lines my bipolar distemper mete out eyeball for eyeball and subtle truth for gain
it ain’t rocket science
just simple dharmic law the
children of men are routinely tested
to live and love and lose again that’s
the sum of our existence those are the rules of engagement the nature of the game that’s how the courageous love as
lions among lambs in the pastures of eternity in a story without end
15 November 2023
modern babylonians
meanwhile… …at your local shop ‘n’ save the precepts of scientific management churn out well adjusted slaves they have chosen between conformity and freedom they are willing to be managed each has had their price I’ve been damaged and discouraged but I’m not crazy enough to join them I dressed like them talked like them and even ate like them but I could not think like them I can’t be moulded to society’s requirements I needed new horizons and ever greater highs so cut me some slack coz crazy amounts of spoon robbed me of my consumer status and left me on my backside you can sometimes buck the system but not the dark forces fear is the coinage of modern babylonians fear is the quirt that keeps the herd in check