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On The Sleeve

Do you ever think you're ill?
I do.

I'll share this with everyone in the room,
My grandfather died in pain.
When I last saw his body it was
Just skin wrapped on bone and he was dying.

You don't smoke do you?
No Grand-da.
And he punched me lightly on the cheek.

A man I could never be.
My other grandfather,
He whistles for his wife

Whe-whe-whe-whe-whe-whei.

And when he dies
I won't shed a tear.

And so it makes me wish
Makes me scream at my wet ceiling
makes me balk at the heels
That I didn't
When John Sheppard
Last good man on earth
Died with a tumour removed
That was bigger than
My own sullen and aborted emotion.

Charlie Cojone, Therapist.

Charlie Cojone
Why did you ever think
That if someone likes you
There must be something wrong with them?

Because you're reassuring them
With your pathetic affections
Mumbled love
And pseudo-erections.

Lah de-dah
Oh your aching heart.
Having a hard time
Telling yourself
That they are okay.

You can't fuck
And come
Because you're busy
Patronising them with an orgasm.

You can't help but
Do a sickly sweet smile
At every little thing they say.

There must be something right
With someone
Sticking their neck out for you
Like that.
Letting you fuck them
Letting you think you're therapist.

Goris Moreland's Legacy Lives On.

Goris Moreland
Started fucking his son
And I smiled at the bottles on the doormat.

'Is this going to go fast Grandpa?' I asked, nonchalant.
'Yes, and in a week you'll have your own false teeth.'

When are all of you going to get married?
Yes I'm talking to you, when?
Because you know what?
I'm not.
I'm going to raise my one night stands
With a hundred and one acquaintance's hands.

They'll grow up
Mixed up
Messed up
Fucked up
And all dressed up
In people's clothes
As if they were someone.

Goris Moreland
Started thinking in parables
It's pretty hard to remember what he said now,
Speaking slowly to his son.
Something like:

I'm doing this for your own good.

And he was, I'll give him that. But it didn't stop me wanting
Something better.

A Great Conveyor

The man was surviving as an underground prostitute
He's socially insecure
Very obsessed with his own image.

Let's advise everyone to be diplomatic.

Your daughter's death is ageing you.
No leads mate.
To be honest she's dead.

I bet you'd love to kick the shit out of him.

The other girls are left alone.
Louise and the others are alone.

The German authorities are no good.
It's a great obstacle to living.

We'd be in each other's arms if we weren't on different sides of the room.

It's six years on now.
Life will be easier.
Everybody's life is going by.

I'm on this belt it seems,
A Great Conveyor.
And I can't get off.
I can't.

Yeah, I get along with them.

It's not long now
And I couldn't tell you how un-ready I am
But I guess it's happening
And so we'd better choose something nice to wear
Cos we've got to look hot
Even if our lives are shit
At least we'll look nice
And in the end
Isn't that all we have
Our fucking pretty faces?

Yeah I'm twenty now
But for how long?
And for what means
will I mean to extend this
Umbilical dream?

W.

W

Is
The
Odd
One
Out.

It's
The
Only
Letter
Which
Is
Also
Two
Words.

Double U.

UUhat UUere You UUondering about? UUhich UUay to go?

UUanker.

Arvey's Award Winning Cogs

A while ago I was thinking
God I'd better get a job
And I did
And they gave me £4.80
An hour
For dishpiggery and starving myself
In a kitchen.
Eight out of seventeen pounds that night
would go
on the taxi ride home.
So I left that one
And money came anyway
And the winter was measured
In Irish stews and warm house.

It's a year later
And I've blown all of the cash
I made
And applied again.
We've won a lot of awards you know.
What can you bring to this business?

I saw my boss in premier
So when you coming to work for us?
You said you'd call.
Come over tomorrow.
Sometimes I
Just feel like calling him
Up and saying
I'm not a cog Arvey
I'm not a cog
I'm a wheel.

Do you have those skills?
What do you lack?

And it doesn't matter because
The winters these days
Are measured
In new belt holes
in leather.

Daysleep Dog Remedy

I crawled downstairs and
I wondered
How how can I feel better?

And Hollie said
Jasper will help you
And he had a puppy with him

A puppy's puppy
And he poured a remedy
Into a clay cup with his teeth
Licked it
And nudged it towards me with his nose.

I added some squirty cream
And it was the best thing I had ever tasted.

Stephen Will Follow His Heart Because He Knows Who He Is

When was it
That Stephen decided
That his mind
Should lie

In constant unrest?

At what point did he
Feel that urge
To confess
That pursuit of content
Always Happy
Happy-Go-Lucky?
This is a thing worth striving for,
Not-worth-doing.

In a quick and breathless action
Stephen is relieved
His breath is fog
His mind is fixed and ready.

FROM HIS LOINS UP THROUGH HIS SPINAL COLOUMN HIS SEED FLOWS FERTILE NORTH TOWARDS HIS CONSCIOUS WOMB AND ATTEMPTS HIS CHOICE PERSONAGE.

If an ovum has been released,
Stephen can unite himself with himself.
For Stephen it's a race and there can only be one winner.

Now there is a new Stephen.
The monoparent is lost to dead memory.

إلى الأبد غودنيت

Affirmed is the death of attraction.
Once more
I find myself
Once more
Questioning my purpose.

I wonder if I did the best I could.
I am loyal.
I could always be there.
But deny my dreams.
And curse my ways.

انا اعطي لكم جميعا ، وكل ما قدم لك وأنت
وحدك. لقد دفعت نفسي الى الابد نحو لكم مع أفضل
النوايا ، والتظلم ورثاء أصدقائي فقط في هذه
الخدمة. غودنيت إلى الأبد ، وأنا لن يكون أفضل ، وأنا
لن يخضع ابدا ، لانك انت بارد ودون خفة دم بنفسك.

Now I do not question my purpose.
Now I do not hold on.

Master,
How loyal can a starving dog be?

Vice

You are just starting in Islam, yes?
You must read the books.
And with that I hurriedly forced my pained feet
Into my sandals
And escaped the slowly filling mosque.

For sake
And charm
Of religious piety
I found myself in
Want or
Need
Of their harmounious gaiety.
For despite the difficulty
Or hardship
One must endure,
These actions
Are taken
By millions abroad.
So this what I conjecture
Despite the incredulity
And allusions to Paradise
Or a pit of burning fire,
It seems to me that
Obidience so practiced
Is itself
A vice desire.

A Fine And Delicate Balance

In lieu of a traitor, is hard to bear
When he is you
And you are him.
Boiling an orange is a sin
Again.
And he doesn't know what he'd do without her.
And she lives by him too.

And so are they living proof?
That love can exist for our sodden generation?

Because they are fickle
And they are false
And I would fuck things
That would repulse
These narrow minded
Ration fed
In spite of everything
Doe eyed, dumb
Easily wed.

That something that is anything
To grow out of nothing
And be awarded to people
Here and there
Willy Nilly
Higgeldy Piggeldy
Begs a formulae

And so I say
Remember to all
Just this one thing
That all things may neither
Tip
Nor
Fall
But remain
As best they can
In a fine
And delicate
Balance.

Happens to everyone darlin

I'm going to kiss the keyboard

bggggggggggggggh

There. It's a kiss as interpreted by a plastic set of letters.
It was passionate, no doubt.
But the keyboard has other worries.
It's going through a hard patch right now
It's breaking up with me
And I can't keep writing with it.

Bg 666666666666666666bb66666666666666666bbbb

That one had tongue.

hAh LaUgHiNg Is FuN

Nectar, Nectar
Hector.
Wine Wine
Rhyme

This is the Ryhme
In which I whine
And moan
And throw around
Old stones into
Drains
And brains
That stick and paste
In rotten heads.

This is the Rhyme
In which I flag up something
Right here.
It's been brought to my attention
That Rhyme is for cunts and losers

This is the verse
Which mocks the curse
That old verse which hoped to burst
How I work

But fuck you

Buttfuck you?
No thanks
I've had my fill
I've had my wanks
Now this is horrid drop your ears
Fuck you you queers
And tears, tears.

This is the part
Which cackles like them
Them downstairs
Outside
hAh LaUgHiNg Is FuN

Looking good in the abyss

Holy fuck
If i'm travelling into the abyss
I at least want to look good.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
They all cheered outside
What's funny
Is the fact that
This is funny
HAHAHAHAHA
And she never even saw it coming
HAHA
Everybody says that.
Been saying it for twelve years.

Those two, it's not just them who raised me
It's the lot.
All those guys. They're all my parents
And my parents
They're married
They're both married to each other
But they flirt
And feel each other up
They forget
Or swap
Or switch around.

Ma has always wanted me to perform
In every sense
I've got to do well.
But for people
For people but for her.

Come down when you're ready darling
You make me laugh
Whassat?
Just a bit of writing Ma

Dad, I
I
I don't know what you think.
I think sometimes we are very similar
You know it's all good
But everything is fucked
Everything could always be better.
I've got to do well.

I feel pressure like I feel loss
YOU HAVE TO THINK A LOT
BEFORE YOU NOTICE IT

But it's there. And you make it too.

Stretch's Baby Girl

As I eloped
And returned to Stroud,
I walked down the high street
proud
excited
maybe.

I saw my old friend Rosie
She had a baby
So you're a mummy now?

Yes she said
Her name's Bonnie
She said
And she toked hard
It's been a while I'm sure.

Funny that my parents
Would have called Rosie
A baby
And not her Baby.
Babies having babies, that's what it is.

Age is more than a number
That much is true
Having the guts to do
What the other kids won't.

Want respect? Use a condom.
Want a house? Don't.

I
Tried to
Fix the bits, but
The bits layed betwixt
a length of cord in iron
mist, which grabbed my
heart, which broke
my wrist and
punched my
ears

A Solid Fist.

Years Later

I was 32 at the time
His mother must have died some years back.
The fellow was nearly ready himself.
'How is the moon tipped?'
I asked
'With gusto'
He responded.
I looked into his eyes.
He was lying to me.

Being in love is nothing to do with Romance

The terrific stare of the mongoose in it's prime. The slow slow stalk of a man through a jungle with a trinket.
The gain of a nation is gathered in quantity unparalleled by all.
No mundane decay. That one lifetime, that becomes but one moment in the passing breath of memory. The incident, the event. The breeze of meaning. The purpose of existence.

SUCH VAPID CLUNGE

A requiem worth the worth of liquor
becaue I can't fucction without your sweet nectar running through my veins
so run into the gummy mists of gentrified bitches filling baskets with rain and Dance inside
Spitting into the bottle, god I spat. I didn't think, dammit I didn't think. Now we're all left in ruin. In ruin, so long good times.
Because you took my brain and fiilled it with your honey'd wors. Your sweet words are more addictive than the hot hot sun, caressing my pale skin. Freckled,
Reginald? Ferocity and virgin snow combine equates to untold mysteries unfolding in a bloody flash of torn flesh outside of your outstretched blessed belligerent belly flesh
Sick. I was sick to my stomach. It burnt and I din't care. Just as long as I could see her agin, nothing mattered. Fuck I think I've swallowed it.
Kiss, kiss and m iss my naked flesh, touching your own. Tears sting my face again and the salted water runs into my belly button. How can you hear me screaming that I love you in my silence. You are so naïve. Twenty five years and so naieve. Can't you see you are the world and so much more
niave than a fairy caring for an elderly anphibian lady underwater daily giving lectures untold to men so old they barely reach to knock their knees and they barely kneel to kiss their neice but oh have peace and grab a bit of your own unfit fatty folding flank! HAVE A WANK!
Retribution has left my inhibition now. Any pleasure I wanted was lanf left from conciense. Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep, and you weep alone. And I do. I weep and lagh and fuck until I can't see. It's not your fault mum. Not at all. Not one bit. I have cancer.
Mum AND DAD, YOU FUCKED ME OVER. I'M SO SORRY BUT YOU DID. I'M SMALL AGAIN, A CHILD AND YOUR TELLING ME I'm doing wrong. Ive chalk on my palms and dreams in my head and face is a hundred snap shots in a dusty camera lens, you told me not to go there, it's bad... naughty, it's all wrong wrong wrong, and so I long for it. I long for something you said would not be mine if I was a good child, good girls have londe hair and never tell. I always tell
HELLO. . . MY NAME IS ziggy stardust AND I AM A COMPULSIVE LIAR of the most repulsive gene. I cannot realise my own most unrealised dreams. Into the ether and under your bed. Grab you father's father and hand him some bread. Where is that fuckload of ketamine in which to find that picture again all the pen in it is bled in a river and paul pulled me out you've got to find that picture again I've got to see it again a really amazing drawing of a ship flap hands clap hand get clap and HANG OUT WITH ART PEOPLE they have good hair, good drugs and a interpespective only equalled by a large purple mewtwo.
Green long johns. Ha. I never use those. Get out. GET THE FUCK OUT!
Peace peace. That's a desire I can quantify in steam in steam which follows a dead pistol and a record fall. Mangled ripped up car wrecks. Interesting, isn;t it. Oh god I lost you. I lost you agin. I lost you and you'll never come back ever and iT s all my fault. The means justify the ends.
I fucked the postman, I fucjed the milkman, I fucked the camera man. I lost my mind and everything that went with it. Until I was skinny, until I was tasty thin, bones and the smallest flesh that would fit around them, finally, I had exactly what I wanted and at everyone elses stiupid expense. Fuck them, fuck them to the corners of eaarth yet to be discovered and back.
Hold it. Fine. Hold it. Mine. Come on skin your love and have it in. My my my mym ymymy . Mine. MINE> OH I told you to be careful. Why are you under my bed and inside my mouth. Under my hair and inside my pillow. I'll wisper to you in my sleep. I'll reach over and drink water and drool it to you like grissle through a sponge. Such vapid clunge. Such ignorant rythme. Such insolent time. OH UNTOLD FIND unfind me so that I'll be free from such intracate vines which wind and wind unwind from my arms and shoulders bent back like a crows wings underneath a farmers hand. Mister recording record your meister fighter.
FUCK YOUR PIE>
Interseting. I logged this in my journal, though with my current disposition, I am feeling it increasiblgy isolated in this state. How can I rememeber. Think. Think. Where am I? What is reason? It's trouble, everywhere we look, but all I really feel can be controlled is the undeterrable urge to control. The infinite feeling of loss. This is the same. This is the main.

Gaza

Is it the being or the doing
That constitutes a feeling?

Lost in a maze of sand
That lost my mind
It lost it
Not I
And I defy any foreign lives.

Gaza screams whilst I eat ice cream

And I ponder trueness as does Khan Younis

This constitutes a feeling, here
A sharp blow against the back of your skull
As you rush into school
And piss on each other
And point fingers at men

We are all just men
Who fight over sand
As if it were gold.

We Lucked out.

Do deaf, dumb and blind people fall in love?

Do they feel as I?

Because often love is like that

Stumbling over clumsy words

With your eyes shut tight

Covering your ears

Not speaking a single

Solitary

Sound.

You get hooked on a feeling

You substitute it for yourself.

You get the crawl and lustrous moon device

In hand

And yelp attack.

And that's all you get.

All My Progress

I could measure my time with you
In sweet glasses of citrus gin
Always filled to the brim
Because an empty glass
Means the end of the night
And the night can't end
Not now
Not yet.
You could
You could stay here
If you want.

She left, of course
And I sat alone
And started again.

From My Hands to my Feet

You don't look
Quite the same
Anymore

As you once
Looked like me
More or less

Now you hide
At the bottom
Of a dress

People hate you
now, they say
eugh you disgust me

Some people like you
But never often innocence
or unbiased caress

usually perversion
throws it's weight
around there

Because hands are graceful
Oh aren't they pretty in fact
true they're my favourite body part

I laugh a lot
at a lot of thoughts
Which never happen

but one is good
It's an obnoxious slut
dragging herself around

with rounded off
sawn off
bitten off
hacked off
stumps instead

I know you'd rather it her head
but now how disgusting
are they?

how precious
like your hands
like thread

Poesis Is Nothing To Do With Poetry

Underneath the grime and grizzle
Where the words will come to to weigh
I will try to understand.

What's a flowing script, of all?
When talking of the shopping mall
Or waiting for the bus.

For trying never got me
Where I ever want to go
But no
Some atheist dreamer
Need not break like winter
Still whispering
How
We would never dance

And as twilight move
Passion prance
And from this skin
I can begin
For in this hand I hold
A man
He garbles
Cut your hair and count your marbles

So it seems I never choose
When writing poems about truths
Or times or lives or messages
The poem writes itself you see

And so fuck it, now I'm free.

Write Shite Arse Piss Maim Fuck
Ruin Dead Telling
Made In Ruin

To ruin is be and to be is to be in ruin so any fail within the fail is failing in the being.
So being in the failure is within the failures sight. It's all I ever wanted and it's all I ever tried.

Nick Steal Shape
Eat Foul Ruin
Ant Eat Man
Prank Friend Pretend

Ah so pranking is to be. And to be is to prank. And all I ever wanted is a long hard sturdy wank

Wholly Exceptional Circumstances in County Antrim

Desgusten'.
Ah suppose Ah'm that fealin ye get
When youe smell gone oaf melk

O' Mother a' mercy, Goad help me
toue fat toue go t' prison
toue fat toue be judged

Whaire's Goad?

Whaire's Goad t' help me?
Whaire's the red hand of Ulster?
Saive me from the Antrim croun court

Oh Goad, our Lord
When ah wheeled in there, in toue be judged
Elder counsel, reduced toue sinner

The prosecution, geave a sermon
This Man Is A Monster, Unfit For Society
David Smythe, Judge.

Since The Court Now Finds These
Wholly Exceptional Circumstances
McConaghy, Your Sentence Is Suspended


Since It Is Apparent That
You Are Considered Clinically Obese
You Are Hereby Deemed Unfit For Prison

Thank Goad. Thank youe Goad fer this chance
Thank youe fer these ulcerated leags
I'll doue no harm again

A proddy bastard, spat the Catholics
They're all the seame
All fuckin' kiddey feddlers
Up the IRA and all eh?

Ah was never stopped, that's why ah kept goin'
though by the eand she was scratchin' my feace
That's whean et petered out, as she sead.

Ah'm sixtey six. Et was years ago
She's fourtey fower noue
old enough toue leave et toue Goad surely?

Our father, whou art in heaven
Hallowed be thy neame
Forgive me

Oh, like youe know
Like youe know what et's like
bein' a priest your whole life
Ah've faithe, what've youe?

She was the foule temptaition of man
She corrupted me
Woman is the root of all sin

Forgive me my trespasses
Lead me not into temptaition
Deliver me from evil

let thease Ulsterated leags carrey me
Sixty seven steps at least
Towards a path of penitence

What've youe?
Ah've faith
Desgusten faith.

The folded cloth looked at me , it swore, I swear it swore. I t the heads are banged up and oh nthe fuck
the bastardfields and the peril. Ahg what the madness caN BE SYMPATHY ;YING WITHIN THE CHEWED, ONLY ONLY CHEWED.
Puke! Unrelenting puke '


In the selfened, interesting and exploitative all the same terrain.
What is what canterbury
To be is ntyo attwempting a thi9ng nobody knows but keep this up and in the end
In the end.
dagabodiac, sponioc

My T Shirt

I’m fucking cold right now. I’ve got a tiny t shirt on, it doesn’t even fit me. It says LEPRA on the front. With a hand. And ‘heal me’ written round it.
That’s so gay
I don’t even have leprosy
You don’t wear a band t shirt of a band you don’t like or listen to
Is it the same for disease t shirts?
Are you not allowed to wear the t shirt unless you have the disease?
Well no ones told me not to
Then again
I haven’t met any lepers today.

I’m meant to be working right now.

Elaine Coley gave me the t-shirt
Told me about how her kids wear them to bed
Her daughter is called Lucy
Lucy’s breasts are bigger than her head.
I like Lucy
Elaine is a bitch.

If Lucy saw me with this t shirt on she’d think I had stolen it from her room
Like,
cos it’s too small for me at any rate, but I’d say
No!
It can’t be yours
Your tits would never fit.
They’d be crushed like oranges at the bottom of a shopping bag.

10 minutes then I can sign out
Go home
Probably fall asleep
Not get up tomorrow
And the whole hideous cycle begins again.

Never forget the night

So very amusing.
Never forget the 18th of April 2009
at 04:55 you found your dad naked on the couch downstairs.
He is as much as a psycho as you.
Never forget.

ECOFUCK

The pricked pine knows no bounds
The sombre seed is a visionary
Herald to the world of the flies
A brine handled paper cup
Eating in the marsh
Each week it sings for its wings
Or flaps a dread beat
Like a requiem
To man's true eternal bliss

Don't read this message. It's garbled space bollocks transmitted from wankers who have a faster spaceship than you.

Thus Goat Growth Latin

A satin sheet and an ancient masterpiece
Burn in the pit of a poor man's mind

What silence fills
In modern myths, a pile
Of deafened men
Resist.

And time and all are
What connotes sand
Round, all round
Until I am found.

I wished into pleasure
Through tired hands
And calloused eyes
Until dawn broke
And I was free

Thus goat growth Latin.

Clover Plays Piano in the Street

Oh, This is of the the fallen trees
he said
This is hallowed ground
he said
This is a beggar, wrapped in a shrew's tail,
Creeping and packaging,
Eyes are red.
What a fucking fuss
I said
It's only the January sales. Nobody is interested.
Eventually, he leaves, beaten and shamed
And falls back to the shadow

Monday

Life is like the verges
He said.

The sky is open, Rheumatic.
It spends and wades and flops upon the weary.
No time for minding.
This day cost me 70 pence and not time for minding.
We spent today thinking
About recapitulations
And things we'll never do.

Life is like the verges, he said.
And I said
Maybe today.