Not Today

The solar wind blew your fart to Mars.

Now they’re gassed to death.

Flying along the black lake in the mist.

Black scree edges to the water.

I see all things.

Except my wingmen.

Into the building I soar.

Magnificent.

I need a new job.

Onwards to all things.

Newness.

Bullets in broken bones.

Shrapnel dispensed into the Geneva Convention.

Post war joy; but not today.

Book

Atlas on the ice,

dictionary in the sand,

thesaurus in the rock,

novel on a wave,

anthology in a cave.

Zonk

Your mental illness bounces around your head like mercury in a steel box.

Escape?

Asleep on a pallet of plane paintings on the top floor of a Victorian mill in Manchester.

Once a company man, always a company man.

You must pack cakes correctly.

Have you ever noticed how cool a truck looks when it's brand new?

It looks equally cool when it's old and fucked.

Half cast lady move your breasts from side to side.

Today it's trendy for gals with balled pussies to be licked out by hairy faced men.

Roles reversed; hairy bush versus clean shaven man.

How many football hooligans can afford knives by Stanley?

How many knives carry football hooligans called Stanley?

Rice Paddy Joe gets it on with Laos Tracy, yeah!

Drop my wages over North Korea, after it’s been impregnated with touch poison, from the bomb bay of my plane.

Problem solved.

She runs to the sea and desperately thrashes amongst the waves.

She wants her looks back.