POOR SPROGS

what

were

the salt of the earth

are

now

salting the earth

their poor sprogs
must eat live & die on

NEWS WILL EAT

you better

spend some time

looking
somewhere else

you fragile sun of a gun

or that news
will eat

your soft heart 

alive

SPRAY TAN & PROMISES

england is eating itself
like pop did
like hollywood does
every oscar time

england bastes its young
in spray tan & promises
like hollywood does
with every new crop

england exiles its sick

like insects do

like hollywood does

silenced on worry beds

dreaming of what could have been

THERE I GO AGAIN

the lack of answers
to the big questions

makes me think
about questions

& question
the questioning process

& there i go again

spaced out & in 

the milbank fog bogs & quagmires

thinking about thinking
eating my tail
going translucent 

&  

   d

      e

        t

      a

         c

               h

                   e

                          d

THE SHITTING FORECAST

 i eat shit 
 & watch shit 

 i bite my anger down 

 i do shit 
 & sleep shit 

 my dentist warns me off   

 ~ 

 i compact my irritation 

 to diamond density 

 hoping for a facet glow 

 & i watch the shit show 

 smiling & laughing - maximum effort 

 in the  

 hollowed out 

 smoke & mirrors 

 fuckhub face 

 of it all 

from brad pitt channel memegenerator.net

VERSES OF THE DAY

well
if
the
verses
of
the
day

they vary on a theme

just enough
to cheat stagnation

then
its
the
terrible
chorus
that
gets us

gets us bleeding 
before we are wounded

~

its a hook
and 
pressure drone
of
eat
shit
and
fall down

riding out
flat daylights
gimp fondling
in
heroic toleration

paying bills
and
dreaming 
of batman
of jesus

and measuring
the difference
between the two
in
sleeping pills
and
double cream

bucket toilet from wikipedia.org

MONDAYS DROPPINGS

PRODUCTION

on the toilet
i am a man farm
making shit
for
no 
roses


AND EXTRACTION

and 
after 
it
is 
all
over
there is space

inviting reflection inside


THEN REFLECTION

real animals
shit on their boundary
eat something
destroy something
bloody their claws
and
fall into sleep
untroubled
on the worlds dirt

i am good for the first three

maybe
four


WHICH IS EXHAUSTING

as giant 
as a yawn 
and twice 
as needy
i sit 
on a folding chair

witness to the daily soft parade

histories headstones
and dead bouquets 
in
my
bag


SO I REST

i
am
mostly invisible

inside a kind of gas
and a £4 charity cloak

and
the
smell
of
fresh turned soil