Remember Your Vitals

In times of illness
my mind gets stuck



and i feel a heightend
sensitivity



that renders me skinless



i can no longer face what
is in front of me



and though my head is full
with one giant worm
i am fortunate



i still have all my teeth

(for Ed)

birdlands

P O R T O B E L L O


Whilst on a meander

down the seaside,

a boy with no home suddenly asked,

'where dae' birds go tae die?'

All at once I was gladdened

by this ramstougar lad,

scant in every way

but for his heart.

Then, with swollen salty chafts

and crafty charcoal eyes, he

looked up tae the sky

then said,

why dae we no' see birds
fall from the sky when they die?

Puzzles From Wonderland

All too soon will Childhood gay
Realise Life's sober sadness

(Dead beat but getting better
with each and every
passing day.)





Three sisters at breakfast were feeding the cat,
The first gave it sole - Puss was grateful for that:
The next gave it salmon - which Puss thought a treat:
The third gave it herring - which Puss wouldn't eat.

(Explain the conduct of the cat.)
( Lewis Carrol)

Ode an die anonymen

(Schande über Sie)
Wenn irgend jemand rief Sie mutig
Sie wissen, dass ihr eine Lüge
Falls irgend jemand rief Sie mutig
Sie wissen, dass ihr eine Lüge
Haben Sie jemals das Gefühl, dass die Leute sehen können, über Sie?
Ich weiß, dass Sie nicht-Sie wissen, dass Ihr Betrug leer
und wann fühlen Sie sich wie Ihre Haut ist in Brand
die Hitze Pricking Dir tausend Sandkörner
diese liegt Aufholjagd mit Ihnen
und wenn Ihr Gesicht tatsächlich schmilzt
ein Tag in Kürze
zu zeigen, dass der Zerfall liegt innerhalb
wir werden sehen, dann werden wir
, ist hässlich wie die Sünde!

Ode To Anonymous
(shame on you)

If anyone ever called you brave
you know that it's a lie

If anyone ever called you courageous
you know that it's a lie

DO you ever feel that people cAN see through you?

i know you do-you know your a fraud-empty-rattling around within your tiny mind

and when you feel like your skin is on fire
the heat pricking you like a zillion grains of sand
those lies catching up with you

and when your face actually melts
one day soon

revealing decay, sticky, sweating within

we'll see then shall we
oh yes we'll see

who is ugly as sin!?

Ode To Anonymous Inflil'traitor'

Jamie & Sammy forever

Due to a possible lock down,
Jamie may not
receive his call today.



My girlfriend right,
she's really hard man.
If anybody ever fucks with me I just set Sam on 'um.
She sort's 'um out.
She's amazing.
One time, swear to god, she stabbed me.
Right here. Three times.
No... I deserved it.
I fucked up big time.
Fuck.
Taught me a lesson.. fucken right..
She's mad like.
Totally loves me man!
She's totally fucken amazing...
I mean...another time right..
(sound of telephone intercepts)
that's her now....
is it...?



The familiar recorded message
from HMS Dame Phyllis Frost Women's Prison
aka Deer Park,
asked in a monotone
if I would receive this call.



A quick nod over to Jamie,
whose eyes lunged out toward me
inquisitively;

hop over to interview room one Jamie.
I'll just put you through.

1984

When I left home, my little sister wrote me a letter on her shinny aluminous green writing paper usually reserved for special occasions or times like this, and sent it.



I had only moved out one week before.


Lindsey's careful handwriting told me I had missed out because she had been allowed a chippy for tea that night, but I was lucky, since last night it was Mum’s mince and tatties!




I remember being chuffed to receive my first letter through the letter box of my first flat, but that's not all. Whilst holding in my hands, those slightly tattered sheets of paper inscribed with my sisters words, I felt something that can only be described as clenched from within. Suspended between the lines lay an absence of the other and gripped by a pang of sadness, I turned the volume up and made more toast.