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An effort

An effort.
What I have to read now is an effort.


Animals

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.


As his wife repeats his name

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.


Broken dogs

It reminds me of your broken dogs.


Chives

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


Colonisers

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

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.


Face off

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.


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.


Goat tap

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!”


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.


Hung long all silent

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 the sun

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.


Is it any wonder why?

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.
I was a tube. 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.


It’s evening now

Up this song with a raining sand.
It’s evening now.


I was born in a mine

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

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.


Left

He left it to all his kids the same.
He left a mark now to abolish any blame.


Leyland moss

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.


Make us have no time

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.


Marie

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

Merc.
Ripped it out before the admin.
Shirk.
There was nowhere left to get tipped.
Rook.
More and more you rattle from it.
Work.
I didn’t make. It was out there.


Midnight roller

He, lift him up
and lay him down again
with a wither.

Midnight roller.
Wither midnight roller.

He was always seen drinking alone.


Mikhail Larionov

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.


Naked hand

I wanna write a song in the manner of the wrong guitar.
Rabid in the sand with a naked hand.

Hand.


No yes

Big me says “No”.
Kiddie my says “Yes”.

Born natural.

Everything’s in the past.


Only need

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.


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.


Roam

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

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

Somewhere I had a wife.
I remember when I was on her mind.

Some ignoring wife.


The farmer

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, then you’re in tide.
I would rather anew.

The end.


The four degrees

I was the youngest of all four.
I had degrees in every subject they were teaching for.


The governess

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

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

Vaslav Nijinsky saw me.
Nowhere nowhere nowhere public.


Wind blows ravaging time

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.


With my ring

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.


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