Clean; you must be referring to those
few so-called bad words, like;
fuck you you self-righteous-mud-dog,
cleaned up version being,
step away from the clouds my friend.

but not me
at least not anymore
I'll never be your word-whore.

Are you suggesting or demanding,
lifting or demoralizing,
imposing while declaring,
hearing but never listening.

I care not for your moralistic views
and don't want anything to do with you,
my poetic license reinstated,
there;
I fucking said it.

it is time to do my bucket list
bullet points of the things
i should have, could have, would have done
the fun i should have before
the sun sets on me
so i sat
chewed on my pencil
pondered like a kindergarten kid doing subtraction
and the actions i placed on my list were
two

i want to watch my son grow up
and my wife grow old

i don’t want to sky dive
or walk on the great wall of china
i don’t want to write the great american novel
or sail around the world

Far in the outlands, long ago,
where valleys sunk and mountains rose,
when gurgling streams from highlands run
and fishes in the ocean swam,
when grass was green and tree took root, 5
and beasts would eat the flesh of fruit;
beneath the silver shimmering lights
that danced on cold and snowy heights,
through distant fields, through open glades
from watery vales to gloomy shades 10
the world was fair, the world was young,
'ere strife was made, or wrong was done.
The world was young, the world was fair,

To some I am a brother
Both good and sometimes bad
to mum I am a son to love
I hate it when she’s sad
to god I am rebel
With lessons left to learn
To Satan I’m a bad boy
The sort he’d like to burn
to dad I was a wayward son
A girl in every town
to most of then a disappointment
Cos I never settled down
to my sister I’m a mystery
But she loves me just the same
my cousin she just feels upset
When I don’t call her name
to work I am just diligent
And do the best I can

IS IT CLOUDY OR BLUE

You said you would love me
forever
That was true
“forever” was just a day
or tw0
for you.
You sighed
I was the only one
the one and only
never
would you make me cry
never
would I be lonely.
that was no lie
just half true
I was only one of few
but I do die every day
for you

Frank Sinatra - I Only Have Eyes for Yo

flash
muzzle
POC! POC! POC!

cabin attendants
will gather flight sickness
samples

the captain is calm
his handshake getting
on was like a warm dead
fish

My guts are twisting like
the rain A face against
the morning

How can tracers burn in all
this..A lightning flash
and I strain again

specialist Johann is happy
the loaders have pushed off
the latest crash
we should roll over it with miminal
loss of tires

Recalling homes once stood in pride,
the hearts are drained.
for those had sheltered flesh that dried,
and re-arranged.
As evil hit and shattered all,
the hearts, the souls, the flesh and wall,
now left the memory splashed and stained
with hearts that drained.

When hunters turn a certain agey
they become a lot more cagey
not telling others the best places
the best wood or trails or traces

Thinking silence increases luck
in his quest for a big buck
whose death won't make it cease to grow
(he's lucky if he gets a doe)

The stuff he carries to his stand
forms a load that's almost grand
each item fills a different need
these old farts are a different breed

I love London
I love London
with you
by neon

It's where we
fell in love
not lust
but lust
enough to trust
in two

The falling-in
over delicate patisserie
gilded by snowy sucre
sliding off Fortnum & Mason platery
sticky fingers
fumbling

The kiss-
Oxford Street
tumbling masses
oblivious to
suave tweed
lapel livery
smelling
like a Dior poster boy

In grief we find strength through tears
And we build memories with our smiles
Each day shadows give way to light
And we remember and cherish laughter
So do not embrace sadness today
But rejoice for what has been
And as time passes so will pain
Leaving the essence of who we are