empathy

white-skinned and out of the sun looking,
two of them over-dressed in coats,
thinking, maybe "ah - how gauche - QD and Cheeseburgers"
-maybe- some others, with kids and trainers and a manbag
others - of course - everyone under the sun
with opinions and ideas and the self concept of Rogers
between them and widening - very much between

and getting bigger.

the shopping centre has been condemned
and the Flowerman Of Anglia Square has gone
into these words and others, sometimes hidden
in my own in between - ness.

No meter and no roll off tongue
for anyone and everyone is gone.

All together.

can you write me a ballad?

ok, so you're not in love with this one
its ok to be shackled and torn
if your dad was alive hed be speaking aside
to your mother, crocquet on the lawn

but when he gets back with a monkey on his back
he.ll be sorry youre all trhats been born

and he'll do something big in the morn

yep.

apart from the uninterested words trhe form is intact and genius awaits around patient corners.

pensionable

one summer evening drunk to hell
i sat there nearly lifeless
an old man in the corner sang about a thing called love
and johnny on the juke box sang

thats ok i remember

a pair of brown eyes labelled one to three
yep, thats it, a war song
ol piss head who penned it got his teeth done
which makes us all re-consider

neglect, bravado, war, dentistry
a pair of brown eyes 1, 2, 3,
a thing called love
thank god for mobility scooters and trident

The Fullness Of Time

im wanking over words
im wanking in the moonlit sea
some people sailing by
are walking in the sky

im wanking over mandy maloney
im nowhere near a moonlit sea
no people passing by
or walking in the sky

im wanking over you and me

mixed metaflunfs and bananarama

gazing
now it comes to the fingers and the spread
too much margerine
very bad for the head

at the back pages
and everyone is yellow
to park your soul on double lines
is bad form good fellow

marketing
in the ether
pay paul marry pether
ok said suzanne

and i lost my train again
i lost my train
it was a steamer
in the pouring rain

so i sing a blues song
do a reggae riff
beat away the raindrop
with strict prick squiff

and the chorus go
everything gonna be all right
(repeat)
(repeat)

then it was very sunny or rainy or whatever you Haille

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