Wednesday, 7 November 2012

                                                     The machine





Where do I end and it begins

limbs reaching out to metal

Neuroscience has names for this

we just know it as

an affinity

the extrapolition from limb to steel

that surefire feeling of belonging to the machine

if it fails us we blame it

but we were always the controller

and it just the machine





  Terror



keep running

it won't catch you

you feel it's breath on your neck

your legs buckle

keep going

don't let it win

gliding and gliding

the valium with its sword of protection kicks in

safe for another battle



                                                Interviewing Religions




My best friend took me to her church

I liked the pictures and the smell

Was not too sure about the references to hell


Another mate took me to witness

more hellfire and damnation stuff

and they had pictures


Some others told me that bacon was out

Another lot said I should never, never shout

even if I was in agony,  as it would cause the child awful doubt


In weariness, I wandered alone

None of these deities could be got on the phone

It came to me as a revelation


The only  belief that I needed was

women's emancipation

Without the women, these men were fucked, Hallelujah blokes, time is up






Nothing to do with me


Some squaddie preggers

aint it a laugh

stupid cow

should have watched who she pashed


These birds are always looking for love

lusts the order of the day

how stupid are they

to imagine it any other way


Down the years is the son of the father

A handsome clever lad

More going for him

than his errant ungrateful Dad

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