the inner lie

runaway

run down lie dead

be in agreement

be arrested

be congruent

be dead

over my living body.

be. may be.

Con - rev - fell- ation

regretfully I am
HOT tonight
on the Social Networks

thats all.

Its a middle aged mans lament

im naked
ive no cultural references
no LP
No vinyl
No latest thing
No film and no star
no thing to follow
Not even a bus route.

I have a car.

No prized playlist
on spotify
no friend who remembers
my youth
and no youth to make a friend

i do eat muesli

i have a a lad who
should've been a wee bro
or nephew. him push
him Tai Chi
But him have no need of me

except him do

watching a planet die is less painful
than seeing the love you made
die with it.

beatles everywhere - eh pink?

Narcissus flowering agin? never mind

you've got to be surer when you're olderer

acid abrupt us

this comfort will recoil, stab and disappear.
Gemini lemon I, stout, I fear.

Baccelaurian in looks
Doctor ate the nephew.

Teach.

This small city, with its mediaevals and its mandibles
dug down deep like memories refusing to be made, rocks!

I am intimate with it today passing by places, familiar
of past lives and emptier now but still some small comfort

Makes to move on, eyeing the further shores beyond bus routes
as far as a train can go or car and boat - planes never figure

I don't want to teleport. I want to indulge and deliberate every stone
every bone, jaw and toothy knoll of the old walls and pavements.

It sucks me in to its old market where there is a chinese lady open
and I buy cold rice and battered chicken. Hot, affection dissolving sauces...

I cannot stand the library today and cannot linger at the old holds
and places where I used to languish, stroking the time away

Its hard now, the stone and the glass, the concrete surfaced hands
of opprobrium make walls of safety. You're in, I'm out.

Go and find a new life. In here is only death and madness.
What was once always enough, even heroic on a good day

Is now a waiting tomb. there's nothing to explore and no need to wait.
You are not needed here. you are bigger than this now. Teach.

Post title

its lovely to be in a state of discrepant amnesia
and know there's a requirement of sense for livelihood,
respect, upstandingness, charles town - or something.

maybe what I meant to say was unrepentant. this cheese
you keep buying stinks like a box of bad farts in a preserving jar
Kilner (Mrs) - my english teacher was the best, but, in all fairness
stank to high heaven with a genuinely sweet and putrid breath

these words will never make a fair defence or ample expression
of this or that. how very un-impactfull! and dull
but they are the only ones for now - there's a storm outside.

Arse Freight

You're all just kiddin yourselves
running me round the mouse wheel
to stoke up something you'd forgotten years ago
and i keep on saying 'yes' to your own arse desires

the devils own - small van driver -
lives on speed and Belgian Buns,
loves the wild bean and hard shoulder and
equally, being diplomatic, the arse freight cause

You're pondering the white lines
some of you saw the best of yourselves
written on the registration plates ahead while
others got luckier with private numbers

spaghetti junction is just a big tin of hoops
all the interesting shapes are gone because
we -whoever we are - didn't remember
to get lost, offend, not pass go nor collect.

The Queen (after Mike Donns)

On her Majesty's soon to be death bed:
Queen: "Ew, what's that peculiar smell?"
Attendant: "It's probably yourself Ma'am - we allowed the paint to dry"
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