now they are here

and i am old to them and young to me.
and my back passages of some renown
are not good enough: "dad put the re-mix on"
 
I want my fucking money back.

London underground.

conceit is neat

right on it, first in, with loving abuse,
who wouldn't - if they were this good?

exactly

Ap. Art. The Cure and Mortimer, his Hole and All.

ssshhh - im here playing the cure in front of HER

its not easy being a parent for sixteen years
or drunk for five minutes

all things can explode, break, distill, leave, end or begin

so quickly.

When I see hair like that - I remember Mortimers' hole and that pub

Can't remember which one - it was a kind of circuit

we found one then, we have one now and all I can do is write a way out.

or paint, or act, or imrovise - maybe make wine or cook.

Art will tear us ap. artwilll

laser print her.

Mums Gone..

its coming on christmas they're cutting down trees
doing things to reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace

I wish I had a river from poundstretcher or iceland,
I wish I had a river so long it would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on..

online experience

i was thinking: Funky FAce

if everything good came in a face

it would be a funky face.

go face. nice face

happy face - the 90's.

Listening to Joni Mitchell's River in The Range:

she said " If you see me - you learn nothing

if you see yourself - you are listening".

funky smoker face -

I notice on You Tube.

Starter for 100

lets imagine we've got one truly great songwriter, holed up in a latter day Bastille, the revolution is all but lost and we have to give them up.

Question: How many vile politicians should we charge?

Discuss

Decoration

Off this, the bollocks have been decorated
and this was a pretty handsome thing before.

So, now, the question begs askance:
Why do you always wear that hat on stage?

The answer, less decorous, had nothing to do with communism
nor Che Guevara nor any other political matter

The answer had more to do with Viola music and old men
writing musicals, like old men should.

pretty gone

me got too clever me fell over and die and shit me jus;
gone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWrpuYssFZ8

GETTING DRUNK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD WITH KNITTING AND CRACK

I've been waiting for a girl like you
when we make love its understood
only in dreams can it be this way -

you Foreigner.

I rue mania. You - come here - sit.
You eh? shone..

like shit at Shelford.

Teachers Are Giants

I learned this today:
Teachers Are Giants

Frank Sinatra

secrets borne on the wind
and written on the loo
travel, from me, to you -
between the stars and

then down the chimney
they arrive without surprise..

that's the beauty of a song.

O'flaherty's Interregnum

I tip my hat, die twice and still, 'pariah',
they say. "He is the last defence of the old order
and close to the wall for symbolic dying.
The media will hate him forever."

I've been here now for fifteen years. They came often
at first but it's been five years since the last.. It's not safe to have friends
beyond those dry, serious and almost always skinny types
who write for the department of Sociology, or Cultural Studies
and they can hardly be called friends. It is sad that the truth
has to be written in such baffling codes as this and that helping out a friend
can put an end to inclusion - not to mention the job. I go to the pub twice a week.

Other than that, it's the internet - where I'm not me.
I sell walking sticks on an American craft site to ex pats and anyone with a bit of a gimp. The complete stranger and the man in the street are my friends. Everyone else knows to  keep a distance.

I go no further than the forms.....

Fire

Mercantile in black with Sonny and Cher armbands
you looked gorgeous as a fish in water dressed to kill
sharkly, kill her while all else fails and basements.

Eight martyrs alone. Vascular entering at the fourth
Homo Sapiens connects mango with mast in shipping
news. All other dreams will abandon sick dreamers

Drops a man down a hole then turns to his son: You!,
wait until art goes back in and I will. I will. Mentioning
hopeful of a tie but all the fat man said was wood.

Thwaite Postlepete

Mad Lady Hele-Drone

A peDantic thing is Anger
with a Voice like you or Me or
a very Very very Very very Very very Very very Very very
Angry Man

So

i Got a Sex change, bought some Make up
made a Payment on an Ice pick
I took off Certainly imPortantly with No one sitting Next to me for somewhere in Northern PakiStan

Then

I looked aRound me - no Passengers - See?
If i'm now Mandy - who will fly Me?
Gender unCertainty coRrupted me and Now there is a Bust of me at a museum in Lower ManhatTan

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4 Nigel and Nathy and Nelson

no one ever reads this shit but touch and feel he went away
with the toads tools.

i dont know why all the news reads nelson dead but that he is
hope his kids came

To see him die.

touchy

feely.