Good morning, my little ones

Jean-Paul Sartre
died or at least news of it
reached me while in the bath after
a weekend in Suffolk
visiting The Otter Trust and some relatives
near Bury St Edmunds
who weren't in.
It was the era of just popping in, just
passing by, incomp-
rehensible now

I was filthy, really
needed that bath. Back then we
took one a week whether we needed
them or not and I always
had the radio on

I had not read him then - still
haven't although I tried La
Nausée once - but knew him as a legendary
ref. slash fig. from my
random teenage reading

And was not yet aware that JP was
tormented by visions of crabs (and lobsters)
everywhere he went
after taking mescaline in 1935
which later inspired
elements of his philosophical writing and plays

They followed him down the street
they sat quietly by his desk
crustacean, hallucination

Until finally he willed them away
because they bored him

Every Man, or Woman, for Himself

We finally
fell out
somewhere between Doncaster and Newcastle
spoiling a 25-year record of sweetness unparalleled,
scarce a cross word
but this fissure was both critical and fiery

The silent boiling and cross-eyed fuming nearly
caused a derailment
we both forgot what the cause was
what was the cause what
caused it it just didn't it just wasn't
I forget exactly what. But

The border had been crossed, and
I made one last foolhardy approach
at a humorous breaking of the
ice: "Ah say, Ah say noo,
we're in bonny Scotland
can ye not extend a haun of kindness noo"

But it acted like a punch to the gut
not even worthy of a withering look

My bad

As they say.

We pulled into Waverley, my
mind reeling, would we need to arrange
separate accommodations etc

And how would we negotiate the
Party Conference, as the
so-called golden couple

I grabbed my suitcase and saw there was a considerable
leap required from train to platform
talk about mind the gap this
was more like a standing
long jump, of which it happened I was
a gold medallist
(Devonian Games 2002) so my 
ability to spring forth, and to
bounce back
would once more be tested

Unbearable, London, Feet, 1996, Mining

Wasny much fun that summer all summer
with ffun and friends at last
kicking a foofbal-l-l-ohhhh Fußball foot
any time you made contact with b-b-ball
o-o-o-hhh owowowow now in your
[five years at least passed] prime
in misc London parks Hyde Holland Green also Clissold
where you saw Kieran the Intimidating
once known from **not now another time**

The thing was your feet spec. to drill
down your toes in part. yr big left TOE
was crossyeed under the hammer of misfortune NAIL

My mother was once also famously it's all
relative under suffrance of the ingrain nail
as I believed it called why are you even
bothering to correct me

'Ooh Lee I got an ingrain toenail' she'd say
while dragging on a Senior Service
'I got to go in hospitals for
three days like Sybil'
yeah also with a wheelchair
it's knot 1975 any more MOTHER

But when I graduated to fellow en-
grained suffrer state it was an afternoon
ride to East Finchley for a poke and scrape
Jamiroquai on the radio and
hopple back the to the station laddy (for free)
in green Converse never the best choice

Anaesthetised up to a reasonable point
I was reading K-Pax can't do that now
- Is K-Pax based on a true story?
- What did the ending of K-Pax mean?
I was listening to Beautiful Freak yeah
so what on my Walkman

Five stops later, sitting in the back room
with a name long since deleted from my memoir
who had a no nail-op patience policy
a stance a pos. I had to respect
it wasn't in the excuse me sympathy fuck zone

So with throbbing afoot beyond a reasonable point
we drank drank rank vodka#
till I forgot I even had legs##
or toes or a body###
OR EVEN YOU COME ON NOW ####

And now those days
+ MY FEET
are long gone

Defending the city against a horde of invading undead

You (don't) have to hate slash fear them
sabre rat zombie slash reapers
popping batlike to gobble radioactive trash
such silver edgelords they

think they're so special and maybe they are
sneaky creeps you need to eliminate
better do it fast before they get all

rapido flying and screeching
right up in your grill
with the spewing of poison
and the fury slashing 

while you try to reload
you stare into their serrated gut carriage
and the next thing you know

PUNK ROCK SONG FOR CRASS TO SHOUT

ALL DAY LONG PISSING SO MUCH PISSING
ALWAYS PISSING SLASH SLASH SLASH
SOMTIMES SHITTING BUT MAINLY PISSIN
SPEND MY TIME DOING THIS THING CALLED
PISSING AWAY TIME PISSING JUTS
PISSING YOUR LIFE AWAY DUT DUT
PISSING YOUR LIFE AWAY DUT DUT
NOTHING CLEVER ABOUT IT JUST PISS
TILL THE GRAVE COMES THEN YOULL WISH ONE MORE
TIME TO GO PISSING YOUR LIFE AWAY DUT DUT
AT LEAST SOMETHING IN CMON WIX|THX
 
SHOUT ABOUT THE INDIGNITY CHRIST THE

PISSING INDIGNITY BUT PAUPERS AND KINGS ALIKE
LET IT OUT AT LEAST BE PROUD TO BE PART
OF THE PISS CLASS CROWD CMON EVEN YOU
CANT BE ABOVE PISSING LIKE SOME LORD KRISHNA
SUCH DELUSIONS ARE A BETRAYAL
OF YOUR FIZZ CLASS BASED BEING
BE PROUD OF YOUR ENDLESS PISSING

FROM YOUR PEASANT PEEHOLE
IF ITS UP AGAINST THE WALL OR IN THE BED 
DONT BE ASHAMED OF YOUR HUMAN NATURE
PISS LIKE A LADY OR
PISS LIKE A RACEHORSE
ADMITIT SUMBIT IT YOU BEEN NOTHING 
BUT A PISS MACHINE ALL YOURLIFE

Ascension Bridge

Languishing, heard an announcement for
new game show on Progressive TV
(cable channel 449)

Rearrange a lost song for three instruments
"in the style of" with all the usual
parameters applied and you may nominate one close contact

I chose the frockless Friar Rouse
low priest of the 16-volume aerophone
we had in mind the Yes song
Morning Capture don't
bother looking it up. Moraz era
modus Debussy, our research was
negligible bordering on the extensive

      Vivid orchestration
      Melodic brilliance
      Hints of exoticism

Lost the bidding war for the cheat music
lost the rights to the performing rotunda
this was an uphill struggle and we were
soon wriggling with crabs

Rouse 'Rabbie please' full of encourage
acquired a tempus root - perfectly legit -
and we were soon among the front runner
all we needed now was a sniff of the dust
and we'd be conveying, relaying

I'd been channelling the Voice
for decades, on the not even off chance
as the crabs were finally
brought under control

      Uniquely bold
      Spontaneous energy
      Strong - rapid - integrated

Few recall the spectacle of Rouse and me
yanking steam-fragmented sounds
from both past and future
skipping the here and now. Our title
was Ascension Bridge and victory was
of no consequence

You have drawn a girl

In 78,759 BCE, in the Nile Valley,
near present-day Cairo, a girl was born
whose name is lost to history.

Her band was about 30 people strong.
Her dwelling was a brush or grass windbreak.
She was the sixth of six children.
Her father died when she was 22,
her mother when she was 38.

She ate largely wild sedge tubers,
wild waterfowl, Nile catfish and tilapia,
and wild greens and reed shoots,
with wild figs in season.

She stood some 159 cm tall (5 ft 3 in).

Of the twelve children she had, four boys
and a girl survived past childhood. Her journeys
took her no farther than 6 days' walk,
to the far edge of the band's seasonal range.

She spoke an unrecorded prehistoric language
and followed animism and shamanism.
She spent her days as a gatherer of
wild plants and small game.

She lived 54 years, dying of
a respiratory infection.
Her line came to four grandchildren.

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