If we’d gone for walks on beaches, sang more songs Caressed the pieces of our souls, tattered & scarred Maybe she’d have loved me, maybe she’d have kissed & hugged me If I only had a car If I’d sat by Truro River, writing songs of innocence with her & then held her hand under the stars Instead I experienced the worstest of deliriums & my heart jumped too fucking far & I will never drive, it’s not a good idea I live my life in fear & the roads are rife with choads If we’d not become friends first, for better or for worse I might’ve stood more of a chance No, I know that it isn’t true, we just wasn’t meant for you So, my angel Au revoir

I lost my shoe today – in someone’s cranium The cunt implored & writhed for a short time & cried Then stopped being alive, leaving her free to love me I removed his lying lens, now she can see sense The tears on their faces, the blood on the mud The bone breaching brain, the nauseating thud As steel toes struck the skull of this mug who didn’t know love How dare the foul fuck not bow to my dove? Have you ever heard an angel chuckle? It makes this ginger oldman’s stiff knees buckle Heaven snuggles up to you & smell likes girl There’s no seraph on a par with her in a Jafar hat From afar to close sans cigar PJs without pants & blouse without bra Hours spent lounging in the euphoria of foundlings Whispering & shouting, there’s no more we could be counting …Almost, & that last modicum Is sodden by me, so rotten that it’s caving in the floor Because that last morsel means ‘I am your everything’ Like you are to me already, you’re in every thing You sing in the wind, in the birds, in the trees In the skip of my heart, in my jellified knees I am terrified, please learn to love me It burns in my feet: I want to walk alongside you It began to snow as we said goodbye It began to snow as I severed our ties It began to snow, the time was right It began to snow, like so our friendship died I’d fantasised of killing him, awoken in cold sweats It was agony not being able to hold her To feel her tiny tongue brush against my lips Her hands on my hearts as mine grasp her hips Our separate bodies obfuscate our divinity Shivers outside & within hint at two souls’ affinity Inputs draw us out, stimulate cracks in the whole Rivers collide, the tortuous cosmos a right rigmarole The order unique as per interpretation We squirm for what’s spurned by autofellation You place the burden on another unsuspecting person Of making you happy, or is that just me? Without love I’m nothing so whose is this voice? No pretty ears will hear it over all this empty noise I’m nobody’s favourite, so many years of labouring I get better & better & for what but the page? Tides of rage rise, but mostly I’m tired Rewired by the pills, I am contenter than before &/or she barely enters my thoughts any more What I thought would be cathartic feels more like a story I’m telling I remember wishing that I could be bitter That I could be better, that I’d never met her That she’d never met me, I am best as just a writer Which is all I am to her now, to what I have returned now It was unfair to make her breath why my 72 was kept We arrived too soon for each other, we’re both still such a mess Yes, I am not ready, no, she is not ready Parting ways was for the best ‘cause we are not ready

A cosmic rift, la dolorous domain The strongest anaconda couldn’t suffocate this pain We’ll never have our slow dance in the pouring rain The butterflies have dissolved, oh I am slain Spectacles of love shattered, shards dragged across corneas No more fear but no more hope Heartstrings snipped, appledore cored The earth, the seeds salted, no tears hit the floor My tits have deflated & my tummy the opposite My privates neglected & I keep buying chocolate Dread follows me, adjudging me its shepherd Pets interrupt my sleep, please leave me for ever It’s pretty gross, really Relying on another to give your life meaning Heedlessly careening like a scythe through glue It’s undeniable that good lives are slewed & you are liable Let’s get silly For a giggle I’ll wap out my willy & serenade my housemates with a melodica or stylophone We’ll celebrate how I’m not desperately alone Even though I say I am daily I just want a cuddle with a nice young lady Life’s warm embrace is for me imperative So I hug myself, a double negative But I style it out, phone it in on occasion Sometimes ill will may perforate the narration & percolate through impatience, I maintain that I’m good, though Because angels have told me, like I already should know Go within, find the pole star Cram it in a locket, keep close to your heart Ad mortem, Master Norton This who is heard by Horton

Nothing can stop me but the will of a king There’s no thrill like not killing with a sovereign sting Stay static with panic the mortal illness will still win There ain’t no life stripped of strife the inky blackness won’t fill in Big fish gumming you to a disgusting pulp Chick-lit, cigs flicked, forlorn dick thrust in mulch Born to be mild? Yarbles! Life’s a marble Scorn the worn tiles of the garbled patriarchal Nothing to have hope in but the prism of the solar Puffing & choking on the odour while imprisoned by the ogre Bright light in sight? Why don’t you grip tight a clover? Try to deny the cold while I’m dying from exposure Subsequently blood boils & I’m holding a knife again To chop Jon’s head, how else would I make tears? I ache with fear, its weight besets, besieges I pray it’s near, the day I shed its dead caprices Elevate, deflate, in a ditch or the ditched? Are moments of fellowship really worth all of this? The biggest of biceps but the limpest of wrists Sips at the mist but sidesteps when it drips While I admire thy candour, to thine sewn self I must pander I try to spy more scribed stanzas but my eyes refuse to anchor There is a sense of anger at your slicing up my languor Yes, you are self-indulgent, but this pall engulfs a wanker Push me, pull you, chariots of barbed wire Daft liars are squires who say you can’t farm fire Dissect vorpal morsels, the truth is in there Dare to confess we’re all bruised earthenware Erase citizen, cinnamon snatch In deep valleys of silicon a heliostat Against the day, the night set alight lately How’s my writhing? You might try to rate me To place a flower at the feet of ram To face the skeleton of dharma Karma’s arms gesture towards the panorama Ceci n’est pas une banana

On 21st January 1995 I was almost six & she was just alive My mum turned twenty-nine in her tenth year married to Dad Maggie was a toddler, we had the polyester cats This year, I was twenty-five Mentally sick & felt barely alive My mum turned forty-nine, now divorced from my dad Maggie works with toddlers, October took our Mike cat Soon to come was the day it all ended Life as I’d grown to need it, the day we unfriended My worm had infiltrated, & it was rotten & distended I’d forgotten but pretended I could tame the blazing flame Could I have prevented it? Maybe/yes/no I don’t know, all our time together passed fastslow It was the best year wasn’t it, my dear? Yes, it was all worth it, it was all worth it Playing Sonic 2, Golden Axe & Shinobi Never so much as dreaming I could ever be this lonely Magic in the moments, in the movements of a day Magic in the lies, innocent of the decay Watching the sand arrive on the walk to the beach The way the tiles in the changing room felt on my feet Playing Streets of Rage, Maggie would always be Blaze All the many teddies had a voice & a name But one sad day it felt silly doing them I remember it, we were on Maggie’s bed & just like that a whole era of our life was dead

Build a life from the ground up, call it our castle Fortified by feather fetters, every yesterday lettered red Paper knives slit scornful morphemes wherever you tread I won’t invade your head more than I might not actually have that much Never mind: heart via spine every time My only crimes are phony lines, tellingly the lies shine In my eyes at least, which are all I have to know from The cyborg’s oars imploring you to grab hold to row on A spartan dandy drenched in festering hand-shandy & yet I’m single…who wants to mingle? Do I feign training a plain Jane to make my taint tingle? Or reacquaint the skin cage with every flavour of Pringle? I have carried thimbles & flames & niggling pains Considered dragging jagged things over my veins But we still up in here Sipping soya milk from teacups in here What’s the dilemma? Chicken & egg or hogged hedge Zugzwang forks the Norton, the whore cosmos’s extortion No matter what I do soon life will get shitter So scattered & skewed the views, no time left to fritter But there it goes, skittering across bodies of water Sister, lover, mother, daughter Her hairs are greying, elders stop staying We dwell, thus we’re flaying what’s already decaying My fingers still linger, ill from the will I’ve fed back It’s closed doors I abhor, & there are umpteen more in me So do I hate myself the most? No, I hate myself the least But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t let the crows feast I was once a child, just like these racists & rapists My mood once so mild, these days I can barely face it Most ways aid your disengagement while espousing that House of isolation, leases held by spoilt brats So I’m left all alone, & to be honest it’s terrifyingly ironic Left all alone, so don’t go meddling with my tonic All alone is best, so they can’t hurt me more Alone on my bed, battling a silent war

Mum no doubt said ‘let go, hun’ Clearly incomparable but ho hum A good man, a hero to nearly any/none An angry terror monk, fairer than any other son Are my wars more Thor or Loki? My eyes see a world fit only for the blind There must be more, bring yagé, peyote So much unexplored, so much more mind Love DOES defeat all, but death does the body I’ll elaborate in novels, digress lush & choppy My mess flushed as hobby, plucked tufts dense & knotty I step right along with the silent tides I jockey Reject orthodoxy or scorn these dawn warnings You’ll feel like a whore in the morning & I know it hurts more every minute you continue But what you do it for still lives within you Smash the clamour with my hammer There is hope while there’s fight for what’s right left in sight Condense clouds using linguistic science Express via mimesis this unique moment’s treatise Mise en abyme fragment as each piece’s nucleus Discharging shards is far more salubrious Than bearing the mass of a neutron star With howling thunder amassed the surcharge For verisimilitude we verily smile & hail those who venture to unscramble the truth so fertile Treading bare feet on steppes so sublime Striving to leave no vine or tree unclimbed Harnessing with arms in a sling Armour abandoned at random though it stings An antonym begins with a darkness within But the heartless only win if the target is tin

A sign supporting UKIP is a sign that you’re a cunt Mortal coils oiled by a portal to a spoiled cell Pestilent souls seal windows with their cum Born to the air, waves form & swell They rally round your family with a pocket full of poison & asking them to back up points with facts really annoys them Malformed platforms quake under weight So we can just wait, or make strides till they break Now is the time you apathetic fuck To look up the words you load with received meaning Yes, you are a feminist & race is immaterial It probably was rape & your mistakes are serial Teens given freedom morph into demons Tartarus bleeds these beasts before us A suppurating carcass of a frontline Chimpanzees skullfucking their own kind I’m the opposite of misanthropic, the inverse of cynic ‘Cause they see lines to cross & race to the finish A manchild, the best kind of human There are errors both ways, so I refuse them Booze, corporate news, concept of capital Each wrong step facilitates the animal kingdom Oh, neocortex For senseless poor Bess, a blood-red vortex If what you did was done in the spirit of commerce You’ve helped along everything that’s wrong & made it worse What does your soul gain from lopping lumps of it off? Do you hunt for a knoll to feel your stumps on the moss? Do you object or do you accept? Is your innate impression repped or ex? Or maimed, or maybe deigned to defect A craven slave, path paved with regret Life will not be good in my lifetime But if I can’t stop the plague I can at least slow it down Life will get much worse after my time I can’t stop the plague, but I’ll help slow it down Namaste is such a long way away for me, I know But I want to mean what I say & sometimes I still feel spite on my tongue & a one-time lick is not none Love & patience, self-flagellation The destination is a nameless place Of health, a haven where your exhalations Are adored for the pure sake that they are A weightless place to be & as we all wait to be freed We don’t see that the key isn’t hidden We won’t believe that life isn’t a prison

I don’t wanna be here, I won’t wanna be there Honestly I’d rather be nowhere Or just alone but somehow never lonely In a home glorious gracious Gaia has loaned me I listen to the rain fall on autumn leaves, feeling rightness in the breeze Hope in my heart, mud on my knees, tea in the pot, wellies on feet & my joints don’t ache with inertia, my best points are employed & nurtured & the worst of me, ensuring I’m imperfect Is adored too for the best of me is worth it Garden, graveyard: each is the other, jargon of the beach spells the details In the simplest terms life can muster: in reality how can the real fail? & if it is in bloom & accessible, why the fuck do I ever shut the damn door? Undetectable in this room, eating lentil soup on the front room floor I don’t wanna be here, I won’t wanna be there Honestly I’d rather be nowhere Or just alone but somehow never lonely In a home glorious gracious Gaia has loaned me

Scrambled again Tangled in the ribbon I’ve rambled Pad, pen & keys fed back by panicking men & the way you react is scrambling them I do profess that I know best Still, sometimes I forget & acquiesce C’est la inferiority complex But mistakes are progress, life’s a process Clutter galore Stomach sunk, funkin’ up a gunked dancefloor For the angry terror monk, one dunk more Ever foresaw so nevermore Grotesque, after exam Barter with an undead martyr/bonehead Hear that splash Tickled by the ripples of aftermath

Serve the cerebrum, icks-nay on the epression-ray Etymologise, derive, annihilate the wise guys Etudes of disquiet writhe while whales pile on the diets Misaligned bias Be your own big bro, so slick are the liars This way to epression-day, my insides rot Barely breathing & sneezing up springtime snot Caffeine & Prozac Poses are bound to bow low till you prolapse something important Like your brain or your heart So I strain to maintain sane trains as I march Synaptic argot, words are but twits Which tarnish, a garnish to the gourmet grit I eat the soil ‘cause it tastes like birth I try not to mind that it makes mine hurt Foul clowns scowl at a face without paint I vow now that I show great restraint I am a saint for not kicking them up the taint Pissing on their face, shitting on their grave Life should be play not staged performance It don’t make us the same, being in accordance Small specks of joy but the void’s enormous This boy is nauseous What you see are climes of your own psyche Blimey, I am a cascade of bile Flames are the ardour, what ain’t gained you garner It gets harder, but pain is the carver Plain is the aim: just don’t live a lie Slap bass in to boil, their tears the snake oil What could it mean? Well, which eyes spy? Kitchen tiles synthesise A dinner party, a naked lunch A sinner harshly, so taste this punch Admit the trigger words & commit to gun kata When you’re slit open to shit only spit can come after This is my period, I’ve got a heavy flow Hewn by the signs, time is the tomb-lining A weary kiss looms, a bloomless crooning Of the doom clearly consuming What of innocence? What of hope & joy? It’s still within, hence how I’m both bloke & boy With dents in my fenders & a handicapped hub I will remember each shove & hug I will remember each shove & hug I won’t pretend that I don’t want love I won’t pretend that I don’t need love I need love, I need love

Tell me you didn’t like those thoughts I expressed Thoughts that instigated no harm until you said what you said Seligmen are often better off dead The blogs to forget offset neutron stars, neutered pets Moons still come, pain/pax, abundance & lack The dusty covers of books you’ve not read, this crock of a head The crook of either arm or both, the freckles & moles dappling her back The crick in your neck & sporadic spinal spasms after solitary sex Man plus ink, that stink of a clan making stains on the infinite Perhaps scratching stats in the sand will save me from oblivion I was here, it is documented, a quantifiable existence The most viable vocations stultify – it keeps things consistent The king sits on a scion’s stool & then lies next to the worm & then returns to the stars, where it is not of any concern What social structure one might rupture by suggesting That a culture of combat is our enemy & you are no better or less than me A calloused heart will typically act accordingly But how much harm is my tender one affording me? & though the blows seemingly perpetually with relish interrupt my oneness I will always choose suffering over numbness Stumbling, wondering if my audience is being defrauded In the pursuit of truth do I induce a distorted imitation? If I am impatient now it is only because I was patient for so long & now I am old, cold & bitter & things are only going to get shitter Plus, how am I to lie if there is no swine to lie to? That dirty deceptive feeling will only leave me squirming & reeling Most days I feel valiant, but there is venom in the reverb A varnish of vitriol coats the walls, my stomach crawls from their sibilant sibling calls There is victory in the mundane, in being alive to brush your teeth In being alive to hear your aunt accidentally queef on a trampoline But there is violence in silence, in not fighting force with force Is it vile to feel remorse for the consequences of intercourse?

What’s the inclination, what’s the motive? To be the host who can boast the most roses? The concept of the ego is corrosive Taking all the blame for a model of the mind Eyes spurting leer jets, or the heart’s scout? Searching for a frequency or blasting yours out? The best mirror is the world that you find around you Looking at glass only compounds, confines your view Red leaf on the scales of eternity Steadily feeling hope deserting me Here I is then: less melanin, genuine He’s so sweet, eats no meat or rennet or gelatin Omphaloskepsis, the lotus is digested A man is not ascetic till he abandons that congestive locust If only me could focus, stop & drop apotheosis But I know what alone is, I watch them leave as it approaches

In the valleys between epochs lounges the Fleshlumpeater His snores punctuate the night in a malefic metre Girls gone beguiled by men who aren’t me – it’s sickening The moisture in the voices of this bigendered noise Bitter as the pomegranate left in the corner Contorted into congruence with the boundaries of performers Rhyme like the order formed of the chaos, divine geometry Like when effulgence of form gets us indulging in some light idolatry Be my ballerina, I am your brave tin soldier Let us jump into the fire, gazes locked as we melt & smoulder Forty-eight hours since I felt the spring rain I watch the dandelions grow from the kitchen window & the waves are over there again The universe knows, we know, one knows I know everything, so why do I repeatedly forget? Is it, perchance, because I am a disordered mess? That’s the sound of three months passing & the four more there will be are far less than I’m asking I wanted to grow old with her, be the air in her lungs A bed that she could flower in, the oil on her thumbs Ad nauseam Thoughts that are cause for pause or should I be ignoring them? Memories linger, become stories you tell yourself The first rule of life to fight for experience, so my past is a triumvirate & I want more wealth, to have reign over another’s heart Not with chains but something far more sinister To bend someone’s blood into needing me for it to pump Love is a sickness that we won’t want to quit & can’t quit regardless, try your human hardest A few men might manage to disarm it but love lords over time A primordial torsion, twisting organs, snapping spines Coursing through all portions till the autumn of your line A blood sport if ever you were so inclined

I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope Barely that I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope But it’s mine I’ll try to reach my best, ready for her to love me Try to reach the day when I don’t think myself ugly It’s clear that I’m an angel, it’s there in my face & art But they evade my gaze & can’t grasp my lack of guard Or can’t break down theirs, or maybe they just don’t care When you thrust yourself forth, you’re but a lance they must avoid But boy, it’s like a miracle when you finally connect Man, why’d it have to end with me getting erect? I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope Barely that I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope But it’s mine Why’d it have to end like that? See I already know the answer ‘Cause her body is perfect ‘cause it carries her around She cuddles up to my shoulder & I’m lost Just as sublime when bunged up with snot Just as not mine as the day I first met her Though over time I thought my chances were better But what I thought might have been signs never ever were She was never mine, though I’m hers I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope Barely that I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope But it’s mine Every happy human that is wrapped in love with their soulmate No, this ain’t for you I want every heartbroken woman & man to raise their hands In a feeble attempt at caring about something other than their absence I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope Barely that I know it’s only a glimmer, it’s only a glimmer of hope But it’s mine

Earth’s queen surveys her land Round face showing the war she fights inside Eyes fierce, the tears, she knows fear Vulnerable for twenty years, she’s so brave Her hands, big & soft, move with grace & majesty Her playful ways known across the galaxies Rays of her blaze through every grain of sand Through every day, through every man Frequencies of her were there when it all began Perhaps my own heart produced the Big Bang One thunderous beat resounding throughout time Head nodding along – ‘yes I will yes’ Patience tested by waves of serfs She somehow remains the best of us verbs Life is a doing word I fizz from just knewing her You watch her run & rule through this schoolyard Her life’s just begun You fools, tools & ghouls best be on your guard ‘cause she don’t take guff Call her Wolverina ‘cause she’s tiny & tough Call her Chicharita ‘cause that’s her name From her scalp sprouts a nebula, an unmanageable mane Each follicle inexhaustibly glorious Defying gravity, wilfully ignoring it Her each pore a poem, each smile a song Each sweet yawn a thorn in my moving on Each sound she makes leaves my old soul raked I love the tiny lungs she’s just had replaced ‘Cause they kept her alive the whole year I knew her Helped keep the oxygen pumping through her & that year of her life made mine worth living I wish it were just beginning A just future would hold her trees in its palms She’d roam but have a home in a king or queen’s arms Have any mood soothed by her many-hued yarn A few blue views but no true harm The sorrows of a life, with its time & its lines Tomorrow might be a scythe, what follow might be hollow tides But there is strength in her strides, in her eyes, in her spine & her mind is a mine of diamonds opened wide There is always a way when there is her to want to will for Let what she represents be the only thing you’d kill for She is a woman & a child & a lion A beautiful human, not yours or mine The universe shaped into a gift for itself & if you give her grief I’ll give you hell ‘Cause though I’ll never get to make her my wife I’ll guard her right to be happy with my life

I am of the constellations & this fact consoles me In shite days of old I’d hold it back coldly From the whole soul/allthings, the raw truth The seamless stream of light confined to this booth Processed by meat & the steps of my feet What I decide to eat & the sights my eyes see When fingers lightly caress my sad face When fists hit so crisply like kisses of hate All I know is here; all I know is here But here is infinity & closer than near All is being now, your endowment needs freeing Being is bestowed, but thou chodes forgo seeing Pleas deeper than the gut, brows furrowed, the frowns burrow Stuck in a stuttering rut, doubting tomorrow, befouling borrowed time Just shut the fuck up, beginning to end is born chorus The breath in this chest renders every dawn porous Clay for the gods, the tale of a comet Backs turn, heads nod, assailed by flagons of vomit Flailing like dragons safeguarding the shiny thing That burns with the pain of being confined within When flora fails Oizys don’t stir No sur, each door is only so if it is observed Yes, Norton, dirt on my shoe Merging the mud into words: I approve Man for a woman or maybe a man Me to a you, a constant to an enjambment Renew till you can’t get fresher Continuous, continual, forever, for ever Venerate the vegetable, worship the shoots A treatise emesis is worth unclean boots Yes, Norton, dirt on my shoe Merging the mud into words: I approve I’ve looked at the night sky peppered with their fusion Thinking ‘who in their right mind would not share my vision?’ Truism: the right mind is no one’s but mine Because she’s on the outside & has her own eyes I deemed her a saviour, painted her a symbol Not quite the manic pixie but a real girl who was single I barely even thought of doing sex to her! I just wanted to spend every second next to her I attempted to make her love me by arranging the greatest playlists & composing hokey compliments, all of which I meant Sometimes I doubt myself, though – were my motives bent? Was I spurred on by the urges of an ulterior intent? She told me mine was a beautiful love – I believe her I disclosed it precisely so I did not deceive her Yes it was real, it fucking hurt, & though they’re healed I’ve got the scars & even apart we can still watch the stars Watch the stars with me Hold my hand, my pea Hold my hand while we watch the stars

Fuck the universe, man No spoon crew: assemble, cot dang Fork through the taurus ordure for what? Pearls sourced from bovine ploppings? Sing for the sham Sin for the gang, burn for the tan Sang for the Slurm, you earned this gram Cram for the glam scam, terminal span Black clouds carried on the whims of the wind Showers of doubt sousing my slack skin Pallid with panic I piss like a mouse Valid but ragged, submerged in drought Let me drown, shed that last toe of buoyancy Alone, so I go voicelessly The dream was what it seemed to be Diseased, but now I am free… I think this almost daily Appalling the ghosts who died to make me & while I’ve maintained my spine My hands & feet inflame in brine Seeking shadow in the sunshine Keeping fallow in the springtime Piano gathering dust Blathering on about love & lust My bones & bonce lonely as fuck My phone is on, reception sucks Erection thrusts in palm or pillow For however long, then I can move on You’ve got to laugh, but God it gets hard In a slipshod, slapstick, dick-pocked scat slick I’ve got to laugh because I cannot cry & in stacking debt it gets more drastic A melting pot of plastic people Chasing the bombastic steeple Hopefuls turned to fools in the fug Shoals are pooled & schooled to shrug Faith is the vampire slayer May my lips stay bridged to my ribs May the days bring better than this May we shun the spectre’s sceptre Sun’s out, guns out, hum to the head music Chartreuse clues harpooned on toothpicks New skin snagged on the barbs Cooped in, gagged & carved A problem shared is a problem doubled Disorder is order muddled Thumb hang & a gang of gunners Buttered, buggered, gutted, smothered Is his kiss a curse? Was bliss dismissed at the moment of birth? One of us will surely soon go to the beyond we’ll never know One in three, one in three On is the hunt for the days in debris We’re paid in pain without apology So, my siblings: allow me I only wish well this swirl of swill I wish no living creature ill The universe must right itself Love is the only lasting wealth Those without can never know health I don’t wanna be a symptom of a sick world I don’t wanna feel dread at life’s limits Reducing life to its finite minutes Friction with imperfections like me Protect them from my effective disease My thighs are clean, with sighs of thunder A shy dignity hiding violent hunger Read or die, curs’ errs to digest Serve a slice of what lies in my breast Boxed foxes hot to trot Avatars impaled on tales that are docked Clearing sills, spot to lift weight Searing chills, dot dot, irrigate I hear fear on the glazedest ham I spear dates on a raised handstand I am a man…boy…whatever Harshly deem me a koi you carping meanie Sigmoids uncoil, deployed to void, spoil Foist on the soil, they toy while we toil What am I on about? I pilot plain conclusions of dendrites …I think, at least I try The confusion thriving & spry The freaks in/out, command & A Dismiss the rift ‘cause ‘they’ is hearsay We breathe the same air, need the same care As we hurtle towards oblivion Each universe has its own gravity Its own system of domesticity Its own electricity, relativity But we only differ superficially But but there is where we’ll die Wearing flares, glaring disguise But the truth sits behind the eyes You can shun but you can’t hide Silk spun from the thrum in crumbs Milk like the sun still numbing some Now some stranger’s bumming Mum Men undistend, alone unagain Furthermore to the fear Stirs in the murmur of murder we nurture Purse till it hurts, children cursing the fervour Uncivil paws sit as workers, preservers Serving the hurt as quite partial observers The highest of earners will steady the girders & sever their mergers with any disturbers Surfing smog of catalytic converters Ow! Oh…nothing Chinks in the chintz, scuffs on the bunting Juicing the buff, plenty bits if you’re hunting Life is a film & it ends with you snuffing &, you know, the heartbreak & that & death & birth can overlap A good man can live & die alone & spend his lifetime shining thrones I floss my teeth with tusks A grain of wheat among the husks Countless blessings, deem me a God If I stop moving give me a prod This fabled court on splintered leg Will one day topple like that famous egg It’ll surely take a ginger to do it …plus the rest of those who’ve contributed Wink, wink, two in the pink Intruding to win, so you think Your patch of cosmos stinks & you know that, deep within But there you lie in weight & here I die in pain But while you thrive on hate I will slowly rise again I have no fucking plan But I don’t give a damn ‘Cause here I am, alive here I stand Still, fuck the universe, man