Two And A Half Memories

For two and a half years I wandereth,
Shattered of mind+
Drained of spirit+
At the edge of the margin of the liminal ME.

I profitted no gain,
yet lost all fame.

Even my loved ones knew me not,
despite wearing a t-shirt which proclaimeth
my name and announceth mine visage.
(A blow-up of my 1988 Passport Photo.)

In it, I look sad, because that was my childhood.

If I only knew what was to come I might have
cheered up a little.

I'm here.
I'm here.
Pull up a cheer while I table my thoughts.
And lead the chair while I wrangle my doubts.

The great thing about this place is its dark-soaked darkness,
sticky carpet and repellent service.

Let's drink to the afternoon and through the afternoon
and remember years past when the sound on the telly was
muted and so were we.

Chairs.

Existential Gripe Number 12

Waking on the sofa, first thought is death
and clocks ticking.
Product placement, lets me breathe
and persuades me.

While the logo spins and the
graphic flies in and the man speaks
softly of serious grime -
I can continue.

While there's lite there's hope.

KEEP YOUR BLOOD INSIDE

Cutting heavy card with a blunt blade.

Slipping and scoring the back of my hand.

Nicking a vein and seeing the blood

Bubble and seep in a rivulet

Between the knuckle and into the air.

2009

2009, it has a fine ring.
Even before it’s done a thing.
With a crash of a symbol
And a flail of a wing
The white dove of peace
Will attempt to sing –

You motherf***ers are choking me!
You motherf***ers are choking me!
You motherf***ers are choking me!

And I haven’t got home from my
New Year’s Party, yet, you w**kers.

Lep Loney

DATAMAN 1979

The stars at night,
blaze deep and white,
deep in the heart of
Texas Instrument's
Dataman.

It's 1979.
And I got the data,
man.

Let it bleed, Dataman,

The Rockford Files

"This is Jim Rockford. At the tone, leave your

name and message - I'll get back to you."

“Hey there, Jimmy, this is Lep.

Me and the guys are having a poker night,

Tuesday.

We’ll bring the beer and the processed

meat platter and the wheel of cheese -

you bring a big bucket of Nostalgia and

a side-order of ‘slaw.

My 1970s childhood, thanks you.”

The Sturgeon Falls

We traverse the ice-sheet,
crack a hole with a mallet,
and wait for the wiley sturgeon.

The lure of the caviar beckons,
the ancient greed must be slaked.

Our frozen heart beat quickens,
in dying trees by the icy lake.