I never understood
the need for all this
rubbish

all the soldiers are dead
now,
i spy
a magnificent view
from high upon the gallows
and there's nothing like a
murder to enlighten life
meanwhile,
back at the ranch
electricity was everywhere
and the still born clone
was still a child
astride the Exocet
we just sang it out
is it me or is it you?
smokey magma
free from passions
beneath a rotating fan
and a mosquito net
big pussy
moved to the country
lubricated
through an eastenders omnibus
sometimes distinctions
can get a little blurred
there are so many contradictions
skinheads are sometimes mothers
the contradiction of nature and artifice
in close proximity
the contradiction of victory
through devisatation
the contradiction of winners and losers
the sulphur of egos and badness
the titanic struggle between men and women
the hefty debt and price we daily pay
for our ancestors
hostaged to external forces
killed by inaction
as decisively as by a mistake
everything is a balancing act
just a way of chronicling an existance
the real truths are always hidden inside of the details
and the production line keeps churning inside the teen factory
alive and trapped on a planet of lunatics
and when you've dealt with the absolute fundamental lonliness
of existance
you'll feel much better
all the soldiers are dead
an invertibrate holocaust
at what point does a sentinal become a jailer?
meaured in bazookas and horsepowers
raised from the ground like a metal tree
trapped like a rat in a cage
retaliate massively
more hateful business mail
distorted extortion
or
extorted distortion
the heart and lungs of a motorcar
a spinal cord
just a routine emergency
an ex-smackhead
turned a piece of paper into a weapon
not a cloud in the sky
except for that big mushroom shaped one
meeces are eeking outwards
dogs and parrots
sick as all of them
- what exactly is life -
and when we evolved eyes
how did we know there was anything to see?
a manic compressive
imagine the gig we could have
in area 51
one million watts of sound power
strobed inside a solar eclipse
and an extraterrestrial lightshow
slept between the layers
of a spiders hexagonal brain
and through the insect eyes like a fly
i could watch you in every light
with so many angles
i could spit you out
but
not manage to pick you out of my teeth
all the soldiers are dead
howabout a long reverberating cigarette
with toxins concentrated at the end
more poisonous than a Happy Meal
or an intimate history of killing
laced with metallic flakes of snow
i'm harder and uglier
that is the way of the future
minds are unstable
and result in catastrophic shifts
like landslides and avalanches
you are better than a window
against which it is raining
looking out from the book depository
disclose your intentions
with enough repitition
anything is a fact
all the soldiers are dead
seek out the treasure map
the ocean wanted to be a friend
to Atlantis
no-one likes poison
unless it tastes good
there would be no impurities
in synthetic air
comatose
under the drone
of lazy buzz words
all fat bodies and teeny weeny wings
what can hovver
when it does not exist?
the fields are all covered up
with colourfull snowflakes
with swallowtails
riding up into the sun
broken and housetrained
magnetically rearranged
like i was spliced
by a vivisectionist
meanwhile
the debutante models her diamonds
like petrified tears of human beings
suffering is a luxury
the rich can always afford
but seldom consider
but I am enjoying watching the puppet show
and movies featuring Elvis
we have been granted freedom from thinking
recalling of favourite chairs
where we once sat
with DDT in our body fat
sometimes a man feels no pain or sickness
he just simply dies
and consider that
each clown
leads a damned existence
at the behest and pleasure
of Others
well my friend,
are you tired from travelling?
hands kept busy
harvesting summertime
tossed to the executioner
we all have our burning convictions
both witches and catholics
alive alive O
there's nothing quite like
the full violence of the law
so work hard
and save up your money
buy yourself labour saving devices
and then that way
you can work more hours
and buy more labour saving devices
with enough hard work
oh dear
all the soldiers are dead
and sometimes it seems
to be proud to be British
is to be content
to have nothing
but what exactly do I need anyway?
always remember
all actors
are trained liars
and that the smile
is often a study
in frozen insincerity
devoid of humanity
every legion of decency
crushed and trampled
with the bestest of intentions
however,
he thinks that his wristwatch
will absorb the fear of his own death
but it is late in the day
and my shadow is long
and it is an unlucky waiter
who waits upon cannibals
they are asking:
how much is there?
and who gets what?
all the soldiers are dead
rubbish is always expensive
and the bear paces inside his cage
considering the relationship
of man and the animals
who was that first human to ride a horse?
meanwhile,
alive in the hive
bluebell woods are gone
the birds and the bees
it seems it has proved too late for them
a human smile
does not have the honesty of a shark
even an animatronic one
hung upon the remorseless fang
sat upon the velvety paw
Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth
pink flamingos flock like frozen music
and occupational deafness
is creeping like the desert
music will transform you
"we are rock and roll people"
balanced between the absurd and the profound
a new improved formula
paranoia culture
air conditioned
monster
not viable
does not compute
the brains have all been washed
all the soldiers are dead
some observations:
facts are always inconclusive
leaps of faith are mostly fatal
butterflies are like airborne flowers
giants eat children
love
fits on the knuckles of one hand
the devil's hair
is blonde this week
dead or alive:
you're coming with me
a technician is not the same as an artist
i am not you
you are not me
i am Spartacus
is my kind
not welcome here?
unicorns were horses once
no-one ever runs away from the circus
to join a wandering city
no-one ever moves away from the ocean
to live by the city
children are contaminated
by grown ups
my head hurts Patricia
a forest is a metaphor for the imagination
everyday is like wading through a swamp
young boys will cry wolf
even as I write this
somewhere a warhead is pointing at me
all the soldiers are dead
some advice:
don't fuck god's wife
spare no expanse
spare no man
look the other way
do not poke around
in Ben Gardner's Boat
things are not as they appear
prayer is the last refuge of the scoundrel
do not try to bend the spoon: -
that is impossible
don't fucking touch me
whatever you're selling
I'm not buying
the ending is important in all things
all the soldiers are dead

the beginning of degeneration
is only an acme
that's what Wylie Coyote knew
and legitimate aspirations
should be tempered by practicality.
this is a serious issue
because
50 years ago a kid wanted to drive a train