An effort
An effort.
What I have to read now is an effort.
Animals walk around without their clothes.
Animals, no opposing thumbs or toes.
Animals, they get laid when they’re still kids.
Animals can’t get past our dustbin lids.
Animals lick themselves and we all laugh.
Animals never need to have a bath.
Animals never work a day in their life.
Animals never bitch about their wife.
The young ones.
The worn ones.
The elders.
Artery
Busted onto my jeans.
Busted onto my shoes.
Bust it onto my bike.
Bust it out of my vein.
Busted onto my bike.
Buttered all over my face.
Hit my main artery.
Letting out.
Let it bleed.
Bust it onto my bike.
Butter all over my vein.
Butter it over my bike.
Busted out of my vein.
I’m not a window to your brain.
So why do we feel this stained?
As his wife repeats his name.
Some of those were wrong.
Over hills belong.
Life a comfort chore.
Unlike a turn out now.
I’m known to ride around
a varied vacant sound.
With your looks and my brains,
it’s a failure of things that we name.
What are phase of friendships for?
Greasy and undressed.
Made the same request.
A labour of like we test.
It reminds me of your broken dogs.
Chair
Who could tell this man’s still been eating hummus?
Grouting bounty roads that he laid too bare.
Come here, raise some debt to your related mortgage.
Go leap into your chair.
Zombie.
Deed to collect your recent pardon.
Crowding round the hole part. Been too fair.
Compare the weeks you rent to the rate of your mortgage.
Go leap into your chair.
Maybe it’s true.
I spend all of my money on you.
In light, and lime and chives.
With chime and time.
Onward tiling tiring dream
I came from a long descending line
of colonisers.
Are they at sea, and don’t look back?
But it seems they are attached.
Our neighbouring, with us.
Calm with them still with us.
As long as they are still with us.
Still more used
to have them
caught between Orion.
Making war in spite of.
A name is born inside us.
Dilated lines
I had dilated lines
and they make short defence of you
because they’re only tasting mine
and the mud was in the paddock with you.
The maid let the barrel they’re in.
Need coffee now to loosen their tongue.
It’s a man with his feeling hands.
Pretending everything he says is so dumb.
Somebody braided their tongues
into caterpillar, wasted threads.
There’s none freer in the village
than the one everyone calls the idiot.
Motors at the ready. They deplete.
The cameras at the helm and they’ll rot.
The power houses horses have been fed.
The cameramen have all been shot.
It buried in the hand.
The legs was rash.
The neighbours maid was laid before me
with lance.
There was marrow in his hands
The man was laid. Romance.
The day before me
I had no plans that day, so
We had marrow in balance
It made me do no revision
The man. This hands.
Television for me. Iced pants.
It’s almost a morning song
Unknewn to youth
I made their plans
It’s a battle with their plans.
Dulcet September night.
Now whatever did you need me for?
Bouncing off the walls of the harbour.
In the corridors of anything.
In the dormitory of the thinking.
Bouncing off the walls of the kitchen.
On my dulcet September night.
At the same time the door was opening,
the face of the flat fish was staring back.
He said he was taking off.
He said nothing would shake him off.
Fellow Pianist
We’re living in the read and write brigade.
Now we’re struggling cos you don’t know how your bed’s made.
We’re living in the read and write brigade and you don’t know how your bed’s made.
Fluff your fellow pianist.
Fluff your pillow pianist.
Fluff your pillow penis.
Now we’re struggling.
Put the duver on.
You’ll see.
Listing in tongue tied.
Fluffers tiff.
Long time.
Get his deed.
Unharmed.
Rub us down when you’re unhard.
Blistering in rudderless arms.
Listing.
Hung higher.
Lust down in your Peso’s.
Two pals, couple through.
Listing when hung.
Hide.
Piddle starts getting drowning.
Slips out his big johnson.
Hung like he came.
Understand me, he is long.
Hung guy. Hung guy. Hung guy. Hung guy.
Listing in night.
Was bountiful on tray.
Hung higher unstrained instead.
Listing in tongue.
Bow Wow says “He’s wrong”.
Insisting I’m in need.
Now Bow Wow’s pounding me.
Now don’t start.
I’m hung higher.
Listing in long time.
Listing in hay.
Now standing with they.
Piston in hung higher.
Pissed on.
Miss his johnson.
Now we’re struggling to the colour of the dog in the city.
Find me a Husband
Find me a husband.
The men are dying everywhere.
Find me a husband.
Women are crying in the square.
Find, find, find, find, find.
I broke her on a tree.
It faded back into the bark.
Worn by soldiers fountains.
Her mark spread everywhere.
He came alone.
Increased his shot.
The maids devotion.
Climb me a mountain
and let the Sherpa;s find the teat.
Milk me a nipple.
I saw the snow caps turn cream.
Fine her, rescind it.
The cheques are flying everywhere.
Feud
Who made a feud
We’ll makeout that we’d find it about.
We’ll make it off and bled it in. Call the finest of gin.
And we’ll all be gone.
We’ll make him sow, and pull it up.
When we find him, we’ll cough.
He’ll walk your arm, and bring him damp.
With a seizure and frown, and we’ll all be gone.
He’ll make a sound and put it up.
When the crowd hears, wake up.
Cap it up. Let it in.
You’ll find me in Lynn.
And we’ll all be gone.
Walk it off. Ticket down.
Find a palm here. We’ll frown.
We’ll make a pet, and pet it.
The farmer will trip, but we’ll hold on.
With your barelling mind, you remind me of mine.
And when it hits, and it’s whole.
Make a songbird of y’all.
You might have said ‘Wear a bib.’
Call an office a lid.
Cap will fall. Tap it in. Put a singlet above.
We’ll all be gone.
You made a feud.
Make out lung.
With your barelling mind, you remind me of the time I had a long titty.
Now find it.
A sub-illiterate and thrown a, not a single bone.
A man can read.
When the mountain said, it said “Go tap!”
“Go tap to it.” he would agree.
Dealing in his Goat Tap.
He would spring in to it on his own.
The mountain said “Don’t act stupid!”.
Kid said “It’s started, mustn’t it now breed?
I’ve only seen an adult tap for phones,
whereas I would do it on my own.”
Kids all got in to this Goat Tap.
A fire really spread across their knees.
The poor little donkeys have no children.
The Goat Tap is now declared disease.
Children get it in their knees.
I only said
“Go back to the dinner room!”
Big Titty was alive.
And he rode out jagged on his own.
When the mountain said.
Where the mountain said.
He said “Go back to the dinner room!”
Homicide
Baker, loafer feed.
Come inside.
Homicide.
Under the letting down.
Settle it down.
Sofa ride.
Baker, loafer feed.
Sulpurise.
Homicide.
I’ll protect the frown
Settle it down.
Localise.
House hound
What you needed for me.
What you’re living with your house hound.
What your saddle for them.
And then you get there with your house hound.
Before
What you’re living with your house hound.
He listened to her for a real long time.
I learned all the fallen have a reason why.
They won’t call on habits.
They’re a meal of war.
I hung long all silent for him.
I learned all the fallen have a reason.
I heard all the fallen have a reason.
Their trade.
The majors live in places that were made from walls.
They came out from inside for more of a round of corn.
Leaping up with tablets.
Called on pills and port.
Drinking it in crevices.
It’s made from boys in dresses, it is.
Hung well
Somewhere I’m happy for my sadness.
And I’m way down rapid on my knees.
And it’s all well and good to have excuses, but it makes no difference to police.
Rab then said I’m hung well.
In some way, I’m ragged from my sadness.
And it rained down. Haggard on my knees.
And it’s all well and good to have excuses, but it makes no difference to release.
In error
See he.
Performance lead.
There’s a radar on my ring, he said
“As the human said”.
He.
The foreman’s lair.
Going round her poems in the reeds.
Where they bound, they bound my reams.
Well I’m a she-he.
The foreman’s lead.
Go around my tie pin shoes.
Where they’re pleased without their shred.
I’m seemed.
The foreman’s lair.
Somebody strayed in error.
One part jaw.
One better scene.
Web weave.
In learned.
Drag back.
In turn.
Let’s walk in the sun.
Cuckold for fun.
I learned to be surprised.
His eyes were fixed like mine.
Glazed over in a grin.
Own liberate with tin.
We were called up to the chair.
I saw India was scared.
Together face the boss.
This job’s lost at no cost.
To be with me in you.
To act our cone of view.
Live underneath their stares.
Fell in my favourite care.
We walked up to the shore.
The gulls they were no more.
I long to have it now.
But there’s no one like you around.
Medicate.
Feed him right.
Make the cat its sound.
He belongs to her.
Cat, lamb, Dane, a cow.
Walk her on your mat.
I can see him now.
You haven’t any feed on your line.
Is it any wonder why?
Licking off the form, and send.
Make it, in the vaguest, right.
Cover of the girl, did want.
Can never have her now.
Is it visit
Borderline.
Is it marred by. Is your visit.
Worth a mind freeze. Is it for your visit?
I’d missed. Lived. Live living. Is it visit?
Before my hard. Cow. Is it visit?
High gene pool. Now is it visit?
Perfumed fuel. Is it for your visit?
Bereft of my high. Now is it visit?
Bong.
Now. Is it for your visit?
Kid not, my, now is it visit?
Hit my pool. Mine. Is it visit?
I learned today that gravity’s strained.
Bored is unwant. Taste isn’t wrong.
How was it that you put bacon in me?
Gravity’s first.
Factories lean.
Kid not my. Now. Is it visit?
High sink pool. Is it for your visit?
Bereft of my high. Now is it visit?
High song we, now is it visit?
I misread. Now is it visit?
I learned today that gravity’s strained.
Bored is unwant. Faces are blonde.
How was it that you put bacon in me?
Gravity’s fist.
Bursary lean.
The rabble are wrong.
We’ll make it alone.
The base of it now. Now is it visit?
My singing board.
Now is it visit?
Bereft of my high.
Now is it visit?
High ceiling.
Is it for your visit?
Call time on.
Is it visit?
High seizures.
Now is it visit?
Up this song with a raining sand.
It’s evening now.
I was born in a mine.
He was a friend of mine.
Now, yellow flower shackles me.
Now she likes him.
How it delights him.
How it delights him now.
Who am I to you?
Would I lie to you?
Does that travel lady?
Does that bullet travel bladed?
Knee bore yeah I’m doer I.
Shore berg sure I’m guy.
Lay a borer do me.
I’m ray.
I’m bi.
Assure on high.
Lay your bar right to them.
Gristle and benign.
Walking like a marrow.
Mine of the sky.
Sway unlike height.
My robe in tomorrow.
Thieving sweet on grey.
Making like a sunrise.
Call free at hung.
Made from the lung.
He left it to all his kids the same.
He left a mark now to abolish any blame.
A middle aged song,
it’s been made with a groan.
After all, they say your head is where it goes to.
You’re in my arms.
Indiscreet industry.
Wrongly identified embryo.
In the roaring night we said we are in arms,
when we groan.
On this leyland moss, it’s mossy.
On this leyland moss, it came at such a cost.
On this leyland moss.
Maiden Alice
Unlike the night.
With girls, we danced.
You stood beside me. Not laid down.
I thought I’d have ya till the end.
But I guess we were just being young.
For my coat of day, Maiden Alice.
That I loan to you.
We’re working overtime tonight.
We couldn’t be bothered back in school.
We’ll keep on storing as we go.
But the name that lands in my room.
Call your own at night.
You saw me every second.
I saw I had no time.
A favour every lesson.
Takes you all the time.
I beat it in a jungle.
I’ll make it in a scare.
But the girl, she lives in Iceland.
Make us have no time.
I’ll make it all a scare.
But the girl is in Iceland.
You saw me every second.
I’m made for girls in Iceland.
It was break of morn.
Birds were singing their yawn.
They weren’t in fur, my Marie.
It fit the feel.
You’re in for the kill.
They wrote it in for Lynn.
Matter of time
And what they say is a matter of time, is a matter of time.
It’s a matter of time.
And what they do is supported by you.
And what they do is recorded by you.
And what they do is just according to you.
The notice they want.
Clapper they do.
I didn’t know what to think when they were changing minds for me.
Merc.
Ripped it out before the admin.
Shirk.
There was nowhere left to get tipped.
Rook.
More and more you rattle from this work.
I didn’t make it.
What’s out there?
He, lift him up
and lay him down again
with a wither.
Midnight roller.
Wither midnight roller.
He was always seen drinking alone.
I’m the passenger.
And I ride and I ride in the city tonight.
And I ride with a ripped backside.
I’m fucking sick of this hurt.
She’ll never break my heart,
like the Russian rebel Mikhail Larionov.
My head
He was the partner of his feet.
He lives in my head.
Lives at the bottom of the street.
He says his partner wants to leave.
He lives in my head.
He wants to belly fondle me.
He ordered tartar on his bream.
He didn’t understand his dream.
He was the daughter of his dreams.
He says his partner wants to leave.
He was quartered, drawn on string.
He was hung from anal beads.
He showed no gut for industry.
In every corridor he’d be.
He drove his car into the beach.
Via cliff into seaweed.
He wasn’t very fond of me.
I wanna write a song in the manner of the wrong guitar.
Rabid in the sand with a naked hand.
Hand.
Big me says “No”.
Kiddie my says “Yes”.
Born natural.
Everything’s in the past.
There we will shake our lilled tongues.
They will take like a flower.
Given its own only need.
If I was reminded by you,
what it takes to devour.
Given its own only need.
A bottomless loch.
With you. Make him his own only need.
Everything fixes a pattern of what it could all lead to be.
Police There
Right there.
You said it right there.
They don’t police there.
They don’t police there.
Right there.
You set it right there.
They don’t police there.
They don’t police there.
Eco-ego.
Are go. Are go.
Potato town
This was meant to be a town, but they couldn’t afford his rent.
I was meant to be around, but the made him open instead.
This was meant to be a town, but they couldn’t afford his rent.
This was meant to be around, but the made him up instead.
Once on channel 5,
there was a grown up robbing a hive.
Run on yellow sea.
Hello we’re told.
Hello with me.
Own, we’re alone.
This grainy sea.
I have this mantle alone.
Have a little learn with me.
See you in a while.
After, in an hour.
After, in a while.
See you in a while.
See you all inside.
Servant girl
I knew the servant girl.
Her look would make me feel ill.
I knew this girl before we ever met.
I can tell.
I was ashamed.
I was to blame.
I wasn’t maimed.
I was touche’d.
I was estranged.
I was her named.
I was to shave.
I was her knave.
I wasn’t phased.
I was inflamed.
I was so played.
So many times
So many times that I
have ever run.
Before the latern flower has turned to grey.
Haven’t seen ya for a while.
Luv -a song – a l-ever lonely time.
I was on it for a while.
Luv -a song are never lonely.
He was an eye.
He was an eye lit time.
Somewhere I had a wife.
I remember when I was on her mind.
Some ignoring wife.
Spinner Maid
I met some bail on my own again.
Everyone you talk about is happening everywhere.
Only looks to you when you have loads to say.
If then no-one hears you, doesn’t matter anyway.
Intent isn’t on a pier to hide.
Makes you owner when you won’t familiarise.
It’s only natural.
From old to young.
You’re open when you’re only saying it to everyone.
Near to selling. Didn’t want to show.
And then found your offer cos it’s standing at the hall.
I’m for taking part in name to write.
Too bad aching in her field.
It says he’s home to light.
Paid to bow when you come along.
Grounded everything I need to land it on.
I’m muted.
Walk her down from knee to toe.
Spinner maid.
It’s only laid there when the bark is worn.
It was made, it was made, it was almost here.
But they cut him from the trunk.
Come and laugh at the Old Maid Dear.
He was almost true.
He was fed, he was fed, by the Old Maid Dear.
Each hour through the night she cared.
But the farmer killed him in front of the Old Maid Dear.
He was a farmer true.
She was buried by the farmer the following year.
Her hurt he never knew.
Come in, died. Now you’re in tides.
I would rather a new The End.
The End.
I was the youngest of all four.
I had degrees in every subject they were teaching for.
This is a song
that makes the crowd feel lull.
Makes it hard.
Doesn’t make it law.
You were the labourer.
I’m the governess.
If I was a girl
I would crowd this earth
with plenty of men
working their thirst.
He looked down right.
Like a lowly knight.
Brow beating scum.
Gonna make s/he cry.
This is a song
that makes the ground feel low.
The parlour was alone.
Like a pellet in a bone.
I’ve given him his novel back.
The covers were not easy.
Tabulate a metal track.
The early only stand back.
The Amazonian spoke.
The visit of a drone.
His donging making bell cracked.
Clips only on its inside.
It won’t stand a rocking back.
This old fellas bell cracked.
Vaslav Nijinsky saw me.
Nowhere nowhere nowhere public.
Vicious Type
Reap out there with the fog.
Re-ignite in time.
Not too deep unless it isn’t long.
We have sound. Lips down. Don’t give up her seat.
You let us down.
Re-ignite.
Scent round up.
The vicious type.
The lab.
If I am a suspect call her.
Squealing in the sack.
Doesn’t matter to you about the fog.
Cover breeds. It’s fun.
Slowly we’re fogged out.
It licks men.
It acts.
Shout “Paddy field’s let’s out!!
It’s better to find my own.
Has it been sown?
Wind blows ravaging time.
I can hardly make up my mind.
Abstract sounds for chorus.
If I’m a war pig now.
Bingo, bango, bungo.
Wear the leg. To the lees.
Wander out and make their cured disease.
On the run, where I belong.
I don’t cut hair for our spokes.
Every matron smiles at my return.
With my ring, in deep black mourning song.
With my ring, now she has gone.
Where did you get you your lights?
We’ll make it old with songs and cory tights.
On the maids there, I bleed.
I would wait for the spokes.
Learn to smile without their lavish chokes.
On Lorraine there, I belong.
Edgeworth Johnstone 