La mañana

With a chocolate milk cure
And a smoke
On Calle de Atocha

This polka dot dress belleza
Eyed me at the parada
De autobús

She walked over and asked
For one

I pulled out the pack
Dropped my pen
Then my sunglasses

And mentioned
'No habla Español'

She lit and with ease
And that dress she smiled
and said
'Enjoy your breakfast.'

I did.

Match

I’ll shit scare ‘em

If this $et

Matches mine

The multimillionaire

Whose conversations

Never peak

The lucky piss streak

With no telephone manner

It isn’t just lottery

A valentine

Or hand job

From a bankrolled muse

That would stop these invisible

Attacks

On crushed prey

Same sex striptease

Lips and tits

Sleaze with ease

Watch the balance drop

The table turn

Look, it's still here.

Survive Surpirse

I knew I’d see a dented face

Sooner than stubble

A toothpick stuck

Between saying help

I left him

So he was holding

The crumbling cliff

Do I check now

To see if he’s gone?

There isn't a body

Or a floating hat

Maybe a man can survive

The cunt hunt

To make it

Back to the cave

Gobshite

You'll find fuck all in blowing it all against a wall

Boy, playing with yourself, with your mickey

Thinking of gee gee gee and holes

Come here, will ya, it don't come for free

(Didn't they say the best things in life were?

They were off the mark boy. Still are)

Winter dark walks across fields

Pulling it off

Covering the self stimulate with a newspaper bag

Ya spent that money on the same, ya fool,

Part time eegjit

What'd ya want?Some perfumed gourmand with a flat belly

And unbroken hymen?

Some brunette, vivacious and erudite

Who can let you stay in the stall

And introduce you to ex boyfriends

Ya tick lump, ya tink everyone else

Gets it better than you -

Self pitying gobshite

Self deprecating braggart,

Fucking gobstick.

There's a myriad of men

A myriad of ladies holding down

Jobs they can't face,

Loves they no longer practice

With hard nosed souls who can't express opinion

Or a simple view

They have to watch negligent telly

And pay for tunes on iTunes to identify

With others

They don't want to recognize what they want

They put it under, bury it unidentified

They forget their own birthday.

And their mothers.

Means No

No matter, no

The city, predicted weather, no

Tied up or not, devoted, no no

Tomorrow

Off wagon again or on,

Still these two letters, no

Redish mouth, shaved and

On homeland or on

This earth wire no

Rest for the wicked

A big NO

Dr. No not sure

Of nowhere

I don't know.

Snake

It was a Europeans birthday bash
Two months before your hand fasting
And aviation

And in my greedy shame
Steeped in moral ineptitude
We clawed and clasped
Forcing our stretched mouths
Our doused tongues to reach
Besmirched windows

My scarred hands snaked your front
And cut under some bra
I'd probably thrown across a room
Years before

Hadn't we been lectured
From the penultimate lesson?
It seems unlikely.

And now ha ha ha ha ha
We may as well be son and daughter

Sink

Full house, glass tink, cutlery scrape.

Chair leg. Sit together.

Shit seperate.

Scruffy fat. Chef's break. Fag puff.

Saturday service, and after.

Questions raised!Paid with 12.5%

Course delay. Cold main.

Hard potato. Eyes,cut out.

Salted legs. Hanger plated.

Brigade de cuisine...Push!

Service!Her majesty's?

Customer's? A purpose.

Service!A furry Jury.

Sink fresh.Dropped cheeks.

Braised.Dripped.

Table twelve.

Paying with cash. Second bottle.

Queue. Waiter without eyes.

A Retreat In Upstate New York

And I ask. What is the cure for coping?

Not slumber, deep eight, nine hours interrupted

Just naps, because a starving fatigued grey

Brain stops, there's no back up. No reservation.

Distracted concentration ash, lack of able,

Tasks become trials - the staircase,

Walls (four), safety.

Don't touch me

Handle with care

The front door becomes an end

A step of toward hell

Full of poorly paid paparazzi

With loose morals and a TARGET.

Baby, I'm sorry

These spies take unlicensed pictures

And they're put up for auction

And bidded for by the baddest

Most desperate lost magazine

They pay to show subscribers

Scenes of family privacy

In a park, during dinner, in the car,

Post funeral.

They are photo perverts

Capturing a daughter who's daddy has been donated

To film history,

A mother of protection for her child who can't remember

Papa's aftershave, favourite Ice Cream or

Bedtime tale.

Insert Local Here

A half dressed city

Puddled vision

Froth canal

Mashed fruit demented pavement

Delivered milk and your man's

Had his juice before

Getting back between

His hand hot wife

Unlike the post through the box

She hasn't stirred, still snuffed from Fuck Friday

Down (insert local here)

The boys engrossed in retro cartoons,

Dogs haven't been fed for 12 hours

Are licking dried morsels and blowing air

Under the bedroom door

Sink of unrinsed dinner dishes

And a stink of overused ashtrays

They both stay that way

And later he'll be down (insert local here)

For Final Score and she'll do

The week shop at a supermarket

For canned bargains, shrink wrapped flesh

And sugared cereal.

The boys'll get their Saturday takeaways

While Ma prepares herself with sweet perfume

And two for five wines

To meet da at (insert local here).

New Year Zest

From Le jour de l'An

They try a verbal form of inanition

And an abstinence of open bottles

The paper neighbours

Believe brainwash

And you celebrate instead

Taking pleasure in wine with lunch

Hot desserts and d. i. a

Cutting out canned soda's

Putting fruit next to sofa's

And your desk

Calories don't just disappear

At membership gyms

Give the house a once over

Move beds and cupboards

Out in the garden

Weed and trim wild hedges

Rake up leaves

Cook your own meals

At weekends take to squash games

Mild jogging

Burst and fits on a bicycle

Go round again.

See how this compares

To the ones struggling

Without a drop

The ones holding on

By a nail.

This One

Let's split this bag

Or a table wine

What needs you have
Will be attained

My fruitful pursued princess

This is one you've not got near

Or heard whispered of

In dumb workplace corridors

It rips roofs off houses

Played Hamlet

Puts needles through glass

Sang lead in a choir

Owns a vineyard
Can recite Under Milk Wood

And work stocks

Has no sock holes

Flosses after meals

A trophy cabinet

No outstanding debts

An adoration of pets

Can read sheet

Uses his loaf

Daily to court you

On black diamond

And Ortolan

Enough affirmation.

Show me to your boudoir

Reveal the verdant rose

Trill nightingales

This will be a silk nest.

À quoi penses-tu ?

Tail end trip ticket

My return to family maisons

I yawned through Monopoly

Passed out postprandial

Gave search for marks or updates

Hints and tips

Keep it going

Pen on paper

A pair of workboots

Stop the grub

What you're doing

Cop on

Get to the four coasts

Of France

What you think is a problem

Can be solved through indications

All over and in
Eager women

Job movements

Trips abroad

NYC with your salt beef

And hot dogs,

Los Angeles and your variety

Of babes and hollywood history

There's no need for cheats

You and determination

You and effort

You and support.

Will pay off.

Here Lads

How odd that I

Me a soupbone ego

Without nest

Lays an egg here

In an establishment

Without a door

They let leaves blow in

But do the denizens know

I stand on their flowerbeds

And open their mail?

Anyone's Guess

From the haze and hues

To all abuse

Limning obtuse

Pockets of ludes

A madwomans shoe

Blister new

Blue open moon

Trumpet toot

Sausage balloon

Bus to Beirut

The two of youse

Sans excuse

A man called horse

Étaín you may only be two older than-

But don't bin me

Like pain d'un jour

My trente wrinkles and pockmarks

Show you life as it brays

It's been soused, doused and ossified

In any booze

You've sipped at or admired

Behind the bar

Throw salt on me

Put out the lights

And cry

With my advantage

We'll take to horseback hunting

Beagles flocking below, yelps and growls, mine and theirs

You'd be in cream

Riding jacket

Fitted leggings stuffed into knee high

Fuck me boots.

Holysuffering crucified Christ!

Pray for my innability to have

What a madame wants and covets

Me - the rue and doe

Me - the pawn

The fawn

The urchin

The nag with no saddle

I await the mighty

The steeplechase

I'm very very patient

Compliant

A push over

My arm has been raised for six years

My homework complete and unmarked

Awaiting

I know few set skills

How to peel an onion

Open a bottle of wine

Tip velvet

I sing a song

Of suffering and the steeplechase

Sadleseat for a ride and tie

Jump on.