list: mind, slow, think, take it easy

sleep bonny bairn

in the hum drum dum dum dum

sleep. a glockenspiel and mood change. end.

meet old friends and mummy take us home

old jed's a copper now. did you know each other?

never had room for a piano or to be untidy

always the surveillant mood encompassing

and passing and sing and sleep bonny boy

behind the castle where the golfers go.

wake up. all's gone. rush day. rush hour.

slow. wine. think. be clear. think. sleep.

done. slower. something will come.

something.

some years now

bring it on

as you wipe my with face sorrow

i do no wrong

give me the lines

ask the birds

i can feel the crease

get away from me

i will look no closer

time

someone i am doomed to hate

is loving me now it seems

a better man

a vacuum

i miss really obvious things about myself

so that's that

my wise son said..

the sunflower would be big

he knows about time

he learned some things early

like us all,

some he will never know

like us all, he has two eyes

and one face

it's his, that's all.

sometimes that is all.

i give him what i do

its never enough

but i suspect he will 

do my bidding

like my own bind

no thanks, its not fair

but love is blind

and blood is thick

well remembered son

and i am so proud

of us. we are good

there is not an arsehole

with a human attached

will ever prove not

because i know

how much i love you

and there is no measure

which makes the case for God,

who I just checked in with

He - It All... agrees.

very good boy

(now need to write poem for daughter who's fine aspects also make me cry - very very and less sometimes, but absolutely, equally)

fine word

good idea

the truth is past

the end is near

my wise son said..

i wasn't born with a want

i wasn't born with a want

push n shove

its a heavy metal lyric

dont ask no questions

dont need no answers

push has come to shove

and shove dont like it

i'm gonna leave your kids on a motorway island

fuck off and get pissed

i'm gonna come back later in an ambulance

or jam butty,

fuck knows if i'll be missed

and the judge says...

ha ha ho ho hum

stick my justice up your bum

fe fi diddly tanker

yr dad dont shave

and yr mums a wanker.

Geometry From A Tree (G.FAT)

my poems are triangles because i cant be arsed and lose attention towards the end

triangles have many angles but the auld triangle by luke

is my favourite angle of dangle

oak.

....after the gunsmoke

the attention is waning

kids are complaining

whats entertaining

is not explaining

when you say

exactly what

you think

and dont

be sorry

at all...

resigning carriage clock and no thankyou applause

guess being stright id write about kids and feeling

u want?

i got nothing to say about that

'spacially about whatever was

memories.

maybe a simple minor riff makes a mood

but who really cares?

scant attention to what we all feel

keeps us apart

except for saturdays

when britain has talent

and all who sail in her

 but to be left

with lilo and stitch

that hurts.

there'll be more

so what?

do you like this?

backlash broken scottish woman holds tight to her mobile

as twitterers calvinists all dump on one for all begorrah

testicles shrink in a fug dewy eyed in not seeing but insulate

possible babies for can be bothered wellings of woman and man

hipster boy with curly hair knows not how it went with island

somebody precious if thats left in the tank might be ruthless

or daughter of a dirty old man and we gossip so hardly and easy

it comes on now with a weak hug, new friends made easier with less

so resourceful is it? meet you at the field, st martin and the yurt makers

in this new foundling and gruel saunas in the dark by fire by a pool

problems of staying warm and shitting in the back of a van

cheap insurance is no consolation for loss of mind and words

can i please have you all listen and tell me what I say for attention?

hand says family close, hand says scars tell, hold hand leftly, demure

this poet is in my image. this image has no words. sribble.....................

i have something for someone and wait for my food. this new vampire thing?

supertramp now. now now now now now now now. lion picks idly, right.

to say we are all hungry is equal pay and responsibility. taking word and deed

acting. honour and stories are true in the eyes. blessed in heart. cursed in thought

didnt i ought to do what we thought she might have gone out and bought anyway?

eh all?

amen

kipper

done.