Do You

Part One

Do you??

I drink and drink to numb what
I do not know
I question myself but find no answers
Each morning I say I will not buy anymore but
By the time the day draws nigh and I drive
Home I am gasping for a pint. I need one or
I think I do.
Looking through my wallet for money or taking it out of the
Bank. Just to get a few cans for the night
A few to dull my brain and put me in that funny happy state which
Sometimes comes and sometimes does not
But I cannot stop and pour sherry into cups after the beer is gone and
I hate the stuff
Why do I do it
I don't know.
Do you??


Bloody Flyin

Carling Black label
Bugger me if that dozy bastard is not hanging outside a plane
Washing its windows when its still in the air
What a dickhead
Who cares, I've got the can of ale upside down in me gob
Dribbling the nectar down my tingling throat
Soon I'll be flying the bleedin plane not listening to these silly bints giving safety Instructions. Oh please raise this to your face and breathe normally,
I'll be so bloody pissed I'll be breathing down grannies mouth expecting something
To happen
Bloody flyin
Piece of crap.


Emptying the socket of an old blind man

Aye, Aye said the blind banker to the whore
Stick it into my open socket
Here wait a tick whilst I take out the old eyeball
Could do with a good wash and rinse. Too gritty,
that's better, right around the socket
Very sensitive, I will give it that. My name is
Tom of the Fallopians, ancient order buried in Montmatre
In Paris you know, top of great big bloody hill, no wonder
Quasi decided on another church to swing about in
You what, he didn't
Seen the Disney film, no, I can't wait. Like a good swing around myself
Frees the old blood vessels
Too right old chap
Kiss my whip
If only I could.


No chasing the crack.

The mind goes around with no stopping
Thundering and laughing at your impotence
I laugh back
Think you swine, see if I care
But you do my old chap, so hard not too
I know damn you
In knowing though there is a chink of light
No chasing just watch it grow wider
Reach for it and it closes
Just watch and wait
No doing or involvement
Simply watching in amazement at it creaks ever wider
And then……
NOTHING


The Long Days Come

Here it comes again
Always bloody coming
Like the proverbial
What?
Bad Penny
You know the proverb
Yes, but what the hell keeps coming?
Night time of course
What did you think I meant
Oh yea you're right


Forgive my French

Nonsense and claptrap
Spilling like frothy beer from the commentators mouths
Whipping up a non existent excitement
At even the most boring event
And here we go
Did you see that
Brilliant
Load of horseshit
Forgive my French


Hello my doll

Hello my doll here I am hiding in the bushes waiting to pounce
Come this way please
Ah there you are, where have you been?
What!!
You did not go there, tell me it is not so
I am disappointed in you girl
You don't give a damn
Language from a lady I'm sure
What did you say
Come here my doll
Give us a kiss
No
Who is he
Who has come between me and my love
No one
I might have guessed.


Old Mother

I see the moon of love
Love and power is in the air
Licking the orbs of sorrow
Sending clouds of snow up my nose
Blowing it again and again
Falling through the ice
Crash down into the murky fog
Laughing like an illiterate hyena
Pick up the girl
Spin her round and round
Love to see you
Light a fog and plunge it in my belly button
Popping via the eyeballs of passion
Skating around the nails too long
Sign the letter
Fill it with manure
Slap it on your hand
An envelope of loose gravel
Falls upon your noggin
A four of the Venus
Migaloo and donkeys in action
Fall love and around the igloo
See how the EMU crows
Jump off the bar
Schooners of VB gushing down your neck
It tastes superb like an army of corpses
Straining out of their gravestones
Tin of baked beans
HP, I'll give you bloody HP
In your eye
Crayon the picture and fill it in
Read the funnies
What the hell are those
I don't know but they always say it in the Yankee films
Did I crush the orange
A pear and apple pie
The cupboard opens and is bare
Thanks Old Mother
Go home now
See Huckleberry painting the fence
White in your way home
A show tonight
Extra ones due to lack of demand
Arghh, the voice is going
Take the plunge
Have a bow
How is it done
Lonely and in love.


Look Within

Let the thoughts go
Crashing on the shore of knowledge
Erasing more and more understanding
Knowing and Knower are One
The ego gets in the way of this
Makes us believe we are individuals
Strengthens it day by day
Causing the dislocation of mankind from his self
The feelings of meaninglessness
Forcing us to forget are Oneness with nature and turning the
Despair into attempts to control nature
Causing mass devastation over the world
Destroying the environment
What we must realise is that we are the environment
We are destroying ourselves
Man must realise his oneness with all nature, all mankind
And all the inanimate objects
Man has lost his spiritual feeling
Hence the aching pain inside him which he cannot explain
Turn within
Look here and you will find your answers.
Look deeply.


There are no answers in Truth

An archipelago of fruit bats flying amongst the trees calling to one another
Hello my fine furry friend,
Eaten many apples today
Pears
Multitudes called out his name in hope of salvation
Why?
Did it come?
Bow down before Buddha, a real man or a stone statue
We prefer the statue to look up to.
Easy
But a man to look up to.
A living breathing Jesus, Buddha, Krishna
No
Put them today
I have no blood on my eyes came the immortal cry echoed by us all
Afraid of having to face an enlightened human
More content to swing bells and place offerings to the gods.
No responsibility
Nothing we can do but pray.
We are gods
We are god
Pray to yourself as Buddha is you
Look deep inside yourself and see the truth
With no mind in-between analysing and giving answers
There are no answers in Truth
Simply knowing.


Job Applications

My eyes blur after so much job hunting
Reading the paper
Spotting the jobs
Marking them with a pen
Cutting them out
Sitting at the kitchen table
Pen in hand
Paper nearby
Resumes prepared
Envelopes standing ready
Pull out the first ad
Looks good
Well a job at any rate
Who can afford to be choosy
Dear Sir/Madam
I am very interested in …
Blah, blah, blah
Look forward to hearing from you
Yours faithfully (yawn, yawn)
Signed
Onto the next
None of that bullshit careers advisors go on about
Research the company
Prepare a draft
Sod that crap
It would take forever to prepare
About one job application a week
Never get a job
All this stuff you are told
By consultants, careers advisors at university or whoever
The handouts at the CES
Whoever does any of it
Who can be bothered
You simply write it and ship it
Write it and ship it
Hope something turns up
Who wants to work for some fascist capitalistic bastard anyway
Not me
Letter for you
For me
Yes, from Coca Cola
Great they've offered me an interview
Must prepare for it
What about all that stuff you just spouted
Bollocks to it
I need a job and the moneys good
Coke are not that bad.
Give us a swig of yours.

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