Me and Bobby D

After they dreamed the dream of life
they dreamed the dream of work
and then the dream of death

but the times in between dreams got shorter
and the dreams got bigger
until every real thing had been dreamed
and always would be.

The place where questions lived was called superstition.
Many would visit but few escaped free of madness
- and madness was a virtue when the road was full of loss.

You came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in I said, I'll give you shelter from the storm.

And in another lifetime, one of toil and blood,
they asked me for salvation and I gave em a lethal dose

And just to think it all began on an uneventful morn
Come she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm.

So that's original said the deputy as the creature rode a mount
There's nothing really matters much - its doom alone that counts
In a world of steel eyed men who are all fighting to be born
Come in across the hard nails and cheer up FFS.

Pig-Spin (Error 404 - More like human flesh than not.com)

I am a data spigot
I spin the world wide web
I sign up to your license terms
A spinning spiggy pleb
I spin the piggy spiggot
The Spiggy pig I spin
I spin and spin the pig
and got the spinning in
before the pig could open
(and he himself was turned
when all the piggies of the world
signed up to Pigbook terms)
it's PDF file, saying
This pig spin's been and burned
More like human flesh than not
Your file cannot be ferned.

Who4What?

Mental Clearance Sale said some sort of self help doctrinary
Why would I remember such a thing?
Is doctrinary a word?

It's probably about the sense of really losing it all more than once
until losing it all becomes the safe place
but no-one asked that question

Who were you answering for?

When do you want it?

What do you want?

It's not a word. 

It is a word:  "Doctrinary principles of the social policy of His Excellency the President of the Republic, General Juan Peron"

Justicialism and a chequered past are random but loss trumps all

the End.

Lad Dad

"IS MY RUG CURLED

   

THAT I WAS USED TO FLATTENING

AND REMONSTRATION

WHEN OFFENCE WAS HAPPENING?"

AY, THE HORSES TRAMPLE

   

ITS RECYCLED FIBRES

AND AERATE THE SANCTUARY SOIL

   

FOR HORSES, DONKEYS, DOGS AND SUBSCRIBERS

“Is football playing 

   Along the river shore, 

With lads to chase the leather, 

   Now I stand up no more?” 

Ay the ball is flying, 

   The lads play heart and soul; 

The goal stands up, the keeper 

   Stands up to keep the goal. 

"ARE THE KIDS HAPPY

 THAT I COULDN'T TEACH

AND DO THEY EVER WEEP

FOR THEIR FATHER EACH?"

AY, THEY'RE PROUD AS PUNCH

AND BANGING ON LIKE MAD

ABOUT RESPECT FOR ALL THINGS

  

THEY SPEAK OF THEIR 'BIRTH DAD'

"IS MY FRIEND HEARTY

  

NOW I AM THIN AND PINE

AND HAS HE FOUND TO KEEP

  

A BETTER HOUSE THAN MINE?"

AYE LAD, REST EASY,

I CHOOSE AS WOULD A LAD

I CHEER A DEAD MAN'S KIDS

   

WHO CHOOSE TO CALL ME DAD.

LAD DAD (AFTER A E HOUSEMAN)

“Is my team ploughing, 

IS MY RUG CURLED

   That I was used to drive 

THAT I WAS USED TO FLATTENING

And hear the harness jingle 

AND REMONSTRATION

   When I was man alive?” 

WHEN OFFENCE WAS HAPPENING?

Ay, the horses trample, 

AY, THE HORSES TRAMPLE

   The harness jingles now; 

ITS RECYCLED FIBRES

No change though you lie under 

AND AERATE THE SANCTUARY SOIL

   The land you used to plough.

FOR HORSES, DONKEYS, DOGS AND SUBSCRIBERS

“Is football playing 

   Along the river shore, 

With lads to chase the leather, 

   Now I stand up no more?” 

Ay the ball is flying, 

   The lads play heart and soul; 

The goal stands up, the keeper 

   Stands up to keep the goal. 

“Is my girl happy, 

ARE THE KIDS HAPPY,

   That I thought hard to leave, 

 THAT WE COULDN'T TO TEACH

And has she tired of weeping 

AND DO THEY EVER WEEP

   As she lies down at eve?” 

FOR THEIR DADDIES, EACH?

Ay, she lies down lightly, 

AY, THEY'RE PROUD AS PUNCH

   She lies not down to weep: 

AND BANGING ON LIKE MAD

Your girl is well contented. 

ABOUT RESPECT FOR ALL THINGS

   Be still, my lad, and sleep. 

SOMETIMES THEY SPEAK OF YOU 'BIRTH DADS'

“Is my friend hearty, 

IS MY FRIEND HEARTY

   Now I am thin and pine, 

NOW I AM THIN AND PINE

And has he found to sleep in 

AND HAS HE FOUND TO KEEP

   A better bed than mine?” 

A BETTER HOUSE THAN MINE?

Yes, lad, I lie easy, 

AYE LAD, REST EASY,

   I lie as lads would choose; 

I CHOOSE AS WOULD A LAD

I cheer a dead man’s sweetheart, 

I CHEER A DEAD MAN'S KIDS

   Never ask me whose.

NEVER CALL ME LAD-DAD.

Last Stand Ephemeral

You're building a wall of Parliamo Italiano and Penguins
Some of us are paid by the brick, but you're too slick for that
Better, to pick up with your white collar mates when the bidding's up
and the Greyfriars of Ipswich are long gone. The 70's were never chic.

You're fetishising and no-one I know knows why but you're driving
and our real economies are feeling the benefit so no one cares;
but I am curious. Not enough to waste money on but, curious.
Maybe people will come and we'll all find out why we're here.

Maybe.

Hot Button Public Fake Danger Alert

Tell us about your favourite hot button public fake dangers

(With acknowledgements to Zvi Baranoff)

Using the hashtag #HBPFDA to share alerts on:

Obesity and Crime

Gender Neutrality

The importance of the enquiry

Locker room talk

Sonnambulism
Recipes
Sharing in all it's forms
Not sharing in all its-

Ragrug Making Workshops, Location Photography
Narrative therapy and the French retreat
Childhood depression, Suicide
Being not boy and not girl

Interior Dialogue

-You've got a headache
=You dont get headaches
-Youre awake at 3.30 am
=What's wrong?
- You're feeling troubled
=What's troubling you?
-It's all the nice people
=What about them?
-They're cunts.
=You can be a bit of a cunt as well
-That's true, but not often and actually, not for a very long time

(Both together): Have a Paracetomol...