Early Retirement

Fortunately I have got Enough to realise that This is growing old The promises you sew are Shallow footsteps in the snow That you cover up Sumptuously I have seen The centuries in his eyes Now I’m growing up It’s …

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Fortunately I have got
Enough to realise that
This is growing old
The promises you sew are
Shallow footsteps in the snow
That you cover up

Sumptuously I have seen
The centuries in his eyes
Now I’m growing up
It’s wealth that makes you proud
Well there’s no pockets in a shroud
You want showing up.
You need showing up.

I’m worn down by it all
I’m worn down by it all
Take my innocent relief
Take my shattered inner peace
I’m worn down

A culture cannot die
If it is already long dead
The only place for language is
The remnants of these bandages
That weave a futile melody
While they’re wrapped around my head
The subtle chill of dread that’s filling me
Is deep in each capillary

Fortunately I have got
Enough to realise
This is growing old.

I’m worn down by it all
I’m cut down by it all
Take my innocent relief
Take my shattered inner peace
Take my worry
Take my scorn
Take my enigmatic pause
Take the contents of my head
Take the remnants
Take my dread
For I’m worn down


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Coalition of One

Food banks spring open Like jaws dropping in time The weight of man is measured By the depths of a carrier bag I’m frozen for ages The same faces the same scars It’s a shame all our sages Are rotten …

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Food banks spring open
Like jaws dropping in time
The weight of man is measured
By the depths of a carrier bag

I’m frozen for ages
The same faces the same scars
It’s a shame all our sages
Are rotten to the middle

Someone better tell me when the lights go out
So I know where I should hide
Someone better offer me their salient thoughts
On a welfare state denied
Someone better smother me in disregard
So I’ll make it through the night
And there’s so many people
That feel the same as I do

So don’t listen to your heart
Listen to your soul
Listen to your common senses
I’ve been battered like a storm
Been run into a wall
Been vaulted like a row of fences
Don’t be surprised
When those wide eyes
Drill a hole into the present tenses
You should cherish even more
The things that make us raw
Stay loyal to the consequences.

And There Are So Many People
That Feel Let Down
Like I Do.


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The Blur, the Line and the Thickest of Onions

Feel good for a minute then implode As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire Depose your vernacular, argot Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go – It’s a question of …

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Feel good for a minute then implode
As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire
Depose your vernacular, argot
Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go –

It’s a question of rust
It’s a question of trust
It’s a question of everything you’ve ever been told.

Minimum culture, minimal wage
I’m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I’m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there’s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back

Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose
Why empower misogyny while violence towards women grows?

But this filth stands on a quicker sand
Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man
The abuse of body image as a form of control
And the typical portrayal of the feminine role
I have never been more appalled.

Pick me up with rhythms and waveform
That can symbolise a culture lost
Sing about the future like you mean to
I’m never going to count costs
Question the agenda of an industry
That only can objectify
You write about a non-existent blurred line
But not about abortion rights


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Little Italy

Left wing, savoir faire Ageing flicks of my thin brown hair Like an elegy, soaking me Drenched in the language of social mobility But I don’t seem to mind, The gruesome link between people and time It’s an enemy telling …

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Left wing, savoir faire
Ageing flicks of my thin brown hair
Like an elegy, soaking me
Drenched in the language of social mobility
But I don’t seem to mind,
The gruesome link between
people and time
It’s an enemy telling me
The wheels of profit
Are circling in the opposite
Life don’t animate
Just creeps up on you slowly.
Surely holy water
flows as normal water does?
In Little Italy I re-adhere.

Sojourn in my guilt
Wrestle words as the apostrophes wilt
Let the elegiac, question why
Accidents happen or the well will dry
So some come kill me quick
Tie me down
to an anodyne drip
To the will of god
and the people with sticks
For filled with the shrill
They show much better that
Life don’t animate
Just creeps up on you
slowly, surely
Holy water
flows like normal water does
In little Italy I re-adhere.

When the steeple cries
There’s a martyr
For every pause
When a dozen adie
It’s a starter for ten
To the men
Who proselytize that
a life isn’t owned but atoned
they solidify and in time become
blackened and martyred.


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Tense / Empty

David David abrogate it Turning nurses into wine Your Barbour jacket missing dimple Beautifully combine Criminality pure and simple Drips from every trenchant sigh It’s like your tense and empty boys Were thatched by such design. You’ve been getting away …

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David David abrogate it
Turning nurses into wine
Your Barbour jacket missing dimple
Beautifully combine
Criminality pure and simple
Drips from every trenchant sigh
It’s like your tense and empty boys
Were thatched by such design.

You’ve been getting away with it all these years
Putting backs in the corner making the most of all our fears
You’ve been getting away with it night and day
Hushing backs into corners making the most of words to say.

Every morning each a teacher
Meets a certain type of fate
The cut of cloth like slow elastic
Bends until it breaks
This early set resentment
Can and will not settle down
The words that drip from token lips
Just amplify the sound.

Don’t demonstrate with disregard
Don’t live your life with dreams
Of torment in your sullied heart
Don’t give a kiss, don’t settle down
If all you need, is to break a vow.


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A Little Opus

You feel the weight of imposition Bear heavy on your own decision Fate to face they multiply The crush of language And the cedent school ties The subtle angles of tradition Eton for portent St. Paul’s for context Oxbridge for …

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You feel the weight of imposition
Bear heavy on your own decision
Fate to face they multiply
The crush of language
And the cedent school ties
The subtle angles of tradition

Eton for portent
St. Paul’s for context
Oxbridge for vision
No need to make this popular
One man for progress
One man for past tense
One man for vision
No need to make this popular

With your school cap
Blowing in the breeze
It’s about time
That we made education
Not a funnel but a wide line
Youth to NEET
As Gove to tact
A million faces that are
Staring straight past
This mix of ignorance
And fission

I’d rather starve then
Become a member of
Your old boy’s club
Sooner depart than
See the ascension
Of the Bullingdon
Because I want to
Make a breakthrough
A tired addendum
To working hard….


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Jennifer

“It’s  a  shame  that  I  don’t  love  you  better” Fateful  words emblazoned on your sweater Made      to                   move                        him F r o m               a       d         i    s   t   a   n   c    e E v …

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“It’s  a  shame  that  I  don’t  love  you  better”

Fateful  words emblazoned on your sweater

Made      to                   move                        him

F r o m               a       d         i    s   t   a   n   c    e

E v e r y   l i n e   t  o   outline your resistance.

 

Jennifer,   why do you have to be so taciturn?

 

Fortunately  he  tries  to     p l a c a t e     h e r

T y i n g    notes    to    b r o k e n   kitchenalia

T h e     w a y    t h e    i   n   k       b     l    o   t   s

O n     t   h   e          s   i   n   k           s   t   o   p   s

Him from carving thoughts into the worktops

 

Jennifer, why do you have to be so   taciturn?

 

T h e             k n o t s          s   h   e         t   i   e   s

I      n         a   l  m  o  s  t     all   her    c l o t h e s

A  r   e        g  r  o  w  i  n  g   greater by the d a y

H e r           A      p       r      i       l        s h o w e r s

W i l l    h a v e      s o o n     d   e   v   o   u   r  e d

T h e    a  l   a   c   r   i  t   y         of       M     a    y .

 

I t                              w a s                        a l w a y s

g             o                             i               n                 g

to                                                                    e   n   d

l                                i                          k                   e

t                          h                           i                       s .


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Violence Out Tonight

So           he             offers            her         his    c o a t In      return       for            her          d   e   v   o  t i o n F     o    r        h   e       l   o   v   …

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So           he             offers            her         his    c o a t

In      return       for            her          d   e   v   o  t i o n

F     o    r        h   e       l   o   v   e   s    h e r  like a boat

That he keeps  o u t   o n      t   h   e       o   c   e   a    n

He says:                                              “I’ll tell you lover

That                      I don’t need no other’s arms at all ”

A n d   a s    h e       f       i       x       e      s     her a look

All  t h e  innocence  t h a t  she mistook   for charm

Dies in the vacu—um of his startling deep emotion

 

There’s     v   i   o   l   e   n   c   e     o   u   t    t o n i g h t

T h e r e ‘  s         v i o l e n c e     o u t         t  o n i g h t

 

A s       t h e y       s t e p         i n t o        t h e      d a r k

Only            moonlight           h i d e s      his     treason

And    the      s h a d o w s      s k i p     like         sharks

Through the  g  a  s  p  s    o f     a  i  r    between them

She says:                “Becalm your hands boy I thought

restraint                was now your sentiment of choice?”

But as his fingers    s       t       r       i     k   e   her blouse

A l l   t h e     w   o   r   d   s   t h a t     h e   e s p o u s e d

L i e  deftly  s   c   a   t    t  e r e d on the ground amidst

the buttons   h e ‘ s     t       o       r       n          o    p   e   n

 

Th e r e ‘ s       v   i   o   l   e   n   c   e      o u t   t o n i g h t

There’s                     violence              out               tonight

I n     e v e r y     r o o m     ,     i n       e v e r y       h e a r t

I n    e v e r y    m o m e n t     y o u     d    i    s   c   a   r   d

T h e r e ‘ s   v i o l e n c e   o   u   t        t   o   n   i   g   h   t  .

 

So she stalks  the   stolid   s t r e e t s   d   e   b   a   s   e  d

A   tepid   f l i c k e r i n g    of streetlights wipes the grief

A             c               r               o         s       s       h e r   f a c e ,

since           she          wears           upon         her         brow

The         r a g g e d         g a p e       o f         a l i e n a t i o n

t h   a   t    w   i l   l    f o   l l   o w    h   e   r    a   r   o   u n d .

 

And                   like               for           every               victim

It seems the pain          will not       subtract or even calm

All  t h i s   p r o t r a c t e d      b      y       a         s   t   a   t  e

I n    w   h   i   c   h      t   h  e  poor conviction rate for rape

Can   o   f   t   e   n  leave    a     w       o      m     a    n  feeling

m  o   r  e      a   t        b   l   a   m   e     t   h   a   n     a   b   l   e

 

T o     t a l k     a b o u t    v   i   o   l   e   n   c   e      t o n i g h t

To    t a l k    a   b   o   u   t       v i o l e n c e         t   o  n i g h t

I n       e v e r y          m o m e n t     ,       e v e r y         r o o m

I n        e v e r y          w o r d       t h a t       y o u       consume

I n    e   v   e   r   y       s  e   c   o   n   d    ,   e v e r y  c h a n c e

I n   e v e r y   t   w   i   s   t   i   n   g     o   f             r o m a n c e

I n                     e v e r y            m o m e n t a r y          embrace

I n       e v e r y                movement          of          your      face

is   v   i   o   l       e       n       c      e    o   u   t   t   o   n   i   g   h  t.

 

Tell            me             s o m e t h i n g       I    d o n ‘ t k n o w ?

T e l l   m e   s o m e t h i n g      I      c a n   b e   p r o u d   of ?

T e l l m e s o m e t h i n g      I         d    o       n       ‘      t  know.


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