Tis Done


I hissed with a strange happiness
And felt sorrier than
            The afternoon snow
That day,I bled for my son
But then,I'd bleed for anyone
                      If only they'd let me

I might start a new business
Maybe 'Dial Lies Ltd'
Or 'Revenge Will Be Mine Inc'
There is only one way to say goodbye
                                    So...goodbye

This is how things happened
On the morning that the bullshit Died.
 

 
 

 
REUNIONS
 
               
 
I don't know where I am
Do you?
It's Hard to keep the lids on
When the past and future
Balance on
        In trembling equilibriums
The images were fuzzy,yes
But your eyes...your eyes
 
This world,that world
Repulsive opinions
Is letting go another way
Of saying
"lets hold on"?
I don't know where I am
Do you?
 

 
 

 

 
 

 

 
 

  Saint Patrick's Day 3 (Happy Birthday)

  Here we are
  Again and again
  Circles I no longer seem
  In control of
  The hidden heart
  Still bleeds for you
  And I know
  That You know
  That they know
                Nothing
  I celebrate your 
  Heavenly fingers
                   Always
  PS....................
 

 
 

          ABKA
 
 
          Words spit and spew
          Ridiculous
          Pure liquid bullshit
                  ebbs and flows daily
          As you metamorphosis
          From the man you were
          To the man you feel
                        You need to be
          The very last word
           is now tantamount
          To the final,final warning
          That you keep giving
                              and re-giving
          God,I feel sorry.
 
          2.
 
          I can say no more
                        Beyond this
          You have earned no right
          to look broken genius
                          In the face
          And stutter and stumble
          Your way through
          Some repetitive derelict
                           Conversation
          So please observe
          As I turn off the toe fuses
          And then upwards
          Shutting every organ down
          To create a new uselessness
          Something you will so very soon
          Be familiar with
                          Yourself.
          God,I still feel sorry?
 

 
 

   Yesterday's Dreams Won't Work Today

   I hate because
   There is hate to be had
   And I love because
   Without the negative
   The positive
                 Can't exist.
 

 
 

          ALABASTER DIARY
 
 
 
          One
 
          I couldn't escape your gaze
          Piercing me through the trees
          Your stone muscles
          Steam ejecting from your shoulders
          On my way to you
          As the sun glints
                  Through the bracken of March
          I could not elude you
                      As either
                            Abomination
                                  Or atom
          Insanity is close
          I hear the buckles rattle
                     Upon his black suede boots.
 
          Two
 
          By deafness
                     Or by decibel
          I heard you trickle
                           Down
                              The
                                Stairs
          Catching me mid thought
          Did you see an essence
                                   Near me
          Or is the madness
          I've waited so long for
                              Finally here.
 
          Three
 
          And now
          The days blister
                    Around me
          They separate me
          From the laws of balance
          I recall the red veins
          in your dark idle eyes
          But I never really believed
          That truth could slice
                               That deep.
 
          Four
 
          This must be
          The most beautiful morning ever
          The sky ices over
          And etches a smile on everyone's Face
          Around me the crows
                               Mutter their death talk
          And the sparrows sing
                                Off kilter arias
          Where are all my friends
          Who really needs people anyway.
 
           Five
 
          When I was cold
          Your arms encircled me
          and unfrosted all
          My false winter smiles
          Do you know how close
          I need to be
                   To your skin
          When the world
                   Pounds outside
          I will love you beyond
                          All yonders
          Until we die
                       On the other side.
 
          Six
 
          Here lie the scars still
          There are things to do
          On this positive
                         December morning
          Thoughts I need to envelope
          Like rich Christmas gravy
          Those promises never kept
          Must be so stored up now
          That they'll soon tear
          All these doors
                        And windows
          Cleanly from their casing
          Thank you unknown
                          for 2009
          And all those things
          You did
                 And did not do.
 

 
 

        St Patrick's Day 2 (Happy Birthday)

 

        You Came square at me
         Like the house brick
                    That always missed.
        You sent me blending,Weaving
        Through 13 of the luckiest Summers
                                      I've ever known
        The aroma of you Was all the things
                                 That ever mattered
         Life,Living,and being free
         Something I've not encountered
                                           Recently
         Help me,I'm waiting.
 

 
 

         Epitaph
 
         There was a space between us
         That filled up daily
         With the things we never said
         Then there's always the sameheads
         That daily make me wonder why
         I guess right at the end
         That we'll always be thinking
                                  of new beginnings.
 

 
 

          Retire
 
          It's not the same you know
          Only the cakes chub out
                            the atmosphere
          If it weren't for the germs
                                      and atoms
          I'd be completely alone
          Living a life but bound
          Being free but empty
          A choir of wrists
                            Rejoice
          I feel a change breathing
                            Around this bend.
 
 
 
 

 
 

                     

          This World That World
 
          It's always the same
          Upstairs you dispel the day
          Fattening the silence with your lies
          Whilst I compound
                    The safest thoughts
          To crumple me throughout
                    This October afternoon
 
 
          Alas we ache
          But what did we expect?
          Will I bound through
          The upcoming Winter
                                     For nothing?
          Dodging the depression
          Swiping at the blindness
          Until I'm nothing but
                      Splinters and dust
 
 
          My green tumour magnifies.
          Oh,what will send me
                                Through this night?
          The smell of my father's knitwear
          Becomes a menacing aroma
          Sniffed at and turned into pictures
                      To start things turning right
 
 
          How will I know you're on my side?
          You're not,you're not
          Painted lips conceal brown tongues
          Eyes that shift under fashion fringes
          It's too late for me now
                           To re-start on this world.
 

 
 

             The Last Goodbye
 
 
             Tired of you,tired of me
             I wish you nothing
             But morsels of sunlight
             That delicately batter
                       Your morning eyes
 
             I seem to have found
             The balance of life and death
             Somewhere between
                        Catarrh and delirium
 
             Bored of me,bored of you
             I wish you only goodness
             Fluttering and blending
             Like two-tone angels
             As I finally earn the guts
                                    To let go.
 

 
 

                           

                           Us

                  Kiss me you did
                          Down
                              Down
                  Past me chestbone
                  Until you made my 
                          Shoulders whistle
                  Then the fading began
                  Because of other people
                              We allowed in 
                  Streets,blocks and blocks
                                      Of zombies
                  That we couldn't,
                                        Wouldn't
                   Free from our minds.
 

 
 

                       The Edge Of Love

     It's now time to make commitment
     Not only to each other
                   But to ourselves
     Let's lose for good
                  The losers around us
     We don't belong on the end of a parade
                  Only the beginning
     I understand your crying
     But tears have trickled into Hell
                  For longer than I care to remember
     So smashing through the stop barricades
                                                We must go
     I love you....I do.
 

 
 

                          Scatter

              Everything is scattering-gone
              The only thing that remains is me
              Like the eye of the storm
              Framed into stillness by the digital age
              The rafters still beckon
                               like two speed giggling
              Quick,come on
                               Let's scatter for good.
 

 
 

                  Paupers And Kings
 
                  The palace owes this king
                               nothing/everything
                  Nothing but a sigh
                               to set emotion right
                  Everything but the murmurs
                               from neighbouring walls
                  Kings shouldn't fear
                               such pathetic things
                  But kings have ways of severing
                               necks and ties alike.
 

 
 

                Past
 
                Past the girl that never speaks
                And past the flowers that wilt
                from my essence
                Way past the red blotches
                on your envious neck.
                Chasing past a hundred shades
                of grey
                         just to pick out the green
                Inches enough past you
                to be inches closer to me
                Past the reek of the sewage
                                    and the bullshit
                Through and past
                the cemetery gravestones
                          that I forever bicker with
                Past all this,I'll tumble and twirl
                                           into the past.
 
 

 
 

                            
 

 
 

                              Exorcism  
  
                     From here we start
                     To watch,and watch even more.
                     Your mattered black hair
                     The way you tilt your smile my way
                      Because you feel
                                   that sorry for me.
                      I can only wonder if your arms
                      Smell like peaches and cream.
                      But that in itself proves wonder
                                   is a wonder alone.
 

 
 

                                Tacoahe

                         How can I go outside
                         When the only solace I get
                         Is from you?
                         But how can I stay inside
                         When the solace that you give
                         Makes me an outsider?
 

 
 

Unspoken Words/Pantheism

My neck is standing on end
And you're talking to me through car headlamps
Telling me how mediums sniff the air
for housefly shit
Talking at me
The steam coming off boiling eggs
The print on all pictured pictures
A life that tans my undereye black
And the Tuttiford music I'm sent, from the Gods
Which I can filter from and relay
The language of the high spheres.
 

 
 

Tycoons

This is Bullshit Park
Where favours don't come cheap
It's hard for me to like you
When you make me lose sleep
I don't want to shake your warm hand
Because warm and cold won't mix
But when I sit upon the fingers of God
I'll remember you rich pricks.
 

 
 

Paranoia

So now I'm over what maps can do
And hoping Des O' Connor makes Number One
And I wish I was on Pan-Am Airways
Heading towards the sun
I wish I was drinking Campari
Being the Abba No.1 fan
I wish I was on Liberty Island
With my Uncle Superman

There,we will find happiness..and it's
heir...paranioa.
 

 
 

                          Remember My Face

                          is that hyped up power
                                               of yours
                          really,
                               truly
                                   worth fighting for?
                          However,
                          I must confess
                          your face
                                does hold a shine
                          but only courtesy
                                     of the Avon Lady.    

 

 
 

The Curse Of Being A Poet

Bones, glitter, ribbon and ash
Are the constituents of a memory
Forgotten pieces of his life will flash
As he's dying outside the cemetery
And it will be good to be remembered
But not through the blood clot smile
of a speeding disaster.
 

 
 

Paul

Did I trouble you too much
     talking of loneliness
          as I did
               and did
                    and did
                        when it was really the turn of your son's ears
    to be filled with you and yours
          But I talked,and talked,and talked.
    ...I'm sorry.

 
 

 
 

Settled

I've never been settled-never been complete
Never been a lover-that a lover can keep
Tell me, what's life like when you're settled
God, how I'd love to feel like you
The weight of the past inside my clothes
and the love, and smells they still contain.

Like an old friend
that gives me leather head pains

I wish I was settled
Just wish I was settled.
 

 
 

Mistakes

I've made some mistakes
I know
Some were silver, some were gold
And both shine at me
Like my mother's eyes in the wild.
 

 
 

                              Saint Patrick's

                              The cuckoo clock
                              won't cuckoo without you
                              maybe you'll make it tonight
                              whilst I asleep
                              map and re-map out your beautiful face
                                    Still missing and still missed.

                              Sun, drinking, women and U.F.O.'s
                              have all lit up your spectacles
                              with colours my memory
                                                     no longer retains.

                             Maybe
                             you'll consider being my Captain
                             as I set sail
                                        for March 18th.
 

 
 

Problem (For Phil)

                              Humour me with conviction
                                                                Please.
                              The way you would your wife
                              when the leg over
                                           is your only target.

                              In return 
                              I'll promise
                              to strangle you
                                               gently
                              to show you that
                                               the gesture
                              will always be enough.
 

 
 

And Then The Growing Pains Ceased (For P.B.)

                           You talked like you would
                           never know me again.

                           I'll always be in your
                                              pockets though
                           hunting out skin smells
                           or at best
                                   old colognes.

                           May you enjoy
                           every single thing you touch
                           until it is time
                           to tear away the flesh
                           and slice through the ocean
                           for the very last time.
 

 
 

Propranalol

                           There's more to life
                           than the mile of air
                                that surrounds us
                           I'll learn more
                           when I grab the squares edge
                           and pull myself from this circle.         
 
                           Having horrible names for people
                               is no longer a revenge.
                           It's the name I have for myself
                                      that worries me the most.
 

 
 

                                           Grief

                                       Your rosy cheeks
                                                          are insatiable
                                       perhaps my lips
                                       soft and true
                                       will balance out your life again.

                                       Come on now
                                       taste me 
                                       from the outside in
 
                                       trust me
                                       from the inside out.