(Unless my cousin is a massive bullshitter) I found out earlier that my grandad once met Burl Ives. Which makes this the ideal time to hit you with my favourite Western theme ever. The theme from The Big Country by Jerome Moross, played here by The John Wilson Orchestra:
Full up on death, disease and loss, life shed its kinder colours. Time weathered off the outer gloss, and peeled away the covers. There’s things that don’t add up down here, such things are not for knowing. Left watching loved ones disappear, unsure of where they’re going.
Intoxicated by a collective delusion of freedom Choose how to wear your hair while they wrench you away from your family and break your human spirit on the wheel Choose which hole to be hammered through to render you a grotesque servile peg in their collection Choose which box to travel in … More You Say Tomayto
The wicked ones are winning, it happened overnight, corruption’s underpinning, all activities in sight. The honest folk are losing, they never stood a chance, the wicked ones are using them, to do their crooked dance. I think it goes in cycles, from darkness into light, like chains of Christmas light bulbs, which waiver … More The Wicked Ones
A friend of mine was too embarrassed to publish this disgusting excuse for a poem on his own blog, so he asked me if I would. How could I refuse a favour on this, the day of my daughter’s wedding. Just for the record, in case anyone gets any smart ideas, I don’t even possess … More Jerkly McLurkington – Read at Your PERIL Grandma!
The half machine, half human kind, he left his human heart behind, in favour of a robot mind. God witnessed and he wept. At cracking codes he’s most adept, he knows where all the keys are kept. There’s nothing he can’t hack except, a probing pair of eyes. He orders our IT supplies, the … More Cyclops
Out there, wandering the pitch black badlands, of demonic jazz improvisation, I stumbled on a clue, which led me to the revelation, that my uniquely fucked up thing, was not just my thing after all, but a shared thing. So now I have a label, and fellow sufferers, and a whole taxonomy of facile terms … More Circular
I find myself benevolently blessed, I guess God made me better than the rest. For me the normal rules do not apply, I am a healthy kind of self-obsessed. I’m not what one would call a humble guy, I win while honest losers only try. A wolf will never follow like a sheep, I tell them “Jump!” … More Iambic ##ntameter (a.k.a. Work Poem #7)
At the front, he’s at the finish. Warily we shuffle into church, to pay sedated tributes, to the dead man in the box, who was alive just two weeks prior. Gathered in new hats and suits, to witness hand picked words, conjured by the tonguely ones, to wrap black holes, in bright red paper, … More At the Front
Moving through the morning snow have to go so careful slow driving sliding to and fro watching mountain ranges grow in the road where tyres don’t go opaque snakes of snowflakes blow floating in my headlights’ glow weather man said 6 below feeling like an eskimo trudging through the white plateau found a thing I … More Train Poem #7