Do you remember when I wore Ray-Ban Aviator Classic sunglasses like Tommy C and I was so cool no it can't be denied

Tom Cruise, have you heard the news

Tom Cruise, with his dancing shoes

Tom Cruise, and his pink cockatoos

Tom Cruise, playing banjo with the blues

Tom Cruise, and all the women he woos

Tom Cruise, secretly listens to Muse

Tom Cruise, he will never lose

Tom Cruise, likes an afternoon snooze

Tom Cruise, always wearing bright hues

Tom Cruise, on the beach with orange juice

Tom Cruise, said to have lifts in his shoes

Tom Cruise, he knows all the best views

Tom Cruise, playing chess with no clues

Tom Cruise, with a reasonable excuse

La Chasse

SCENE: we're back in the old house
 where I long to reside in spite
  of it all but wait there's a long-haired sprite
   akin to The Ring girl circling
     aimlessly in the hallway likely an autonomoid
    waving a captive bolt pistol which
   looks like the one that belonged to your father
  who as a Victor slash Commando admirer
 built himself you said it looked like Lego
   he didn't respond kindly to that observation
    a weapon ripe for incapacitation at least
  which we could do without at this juncture
 (full disclosure he's buried under the garage)

ACTION: slam the kitchen door and tuck myself
 out of sight behind the cooker
  wrestle off my restrictive overcoat
   I just feel freer in shorts and a tee
    grab a rolling pin who even has one of those anymore
     how about a knife, the knifes where are they
    <i>and what are you gonna do with a knife anyway?</i>
   consider hurling cricket ball style at the Ring head
  a chunky mug no that Filippo Berio bottle
 the chopping board out of reach is sturdy but I hear a rattling

ACT TWO: my sister's voice urgent from outside 'come now'
 I rush for the back door and one step two step
  along the path and onto the lawn follow her down
   to the gate sidle through the 'loose section' then
 free into the woods, platonic escape, don't look back

Every step along the grass elicits a satisfying audio thud
 the green shades and breezy lollop convincingly rendered
  my sister approaches from the west catches up
   her athleticism matches mine as it never did
    and we gallop in unison toward the perimeter
     a glorious second of release before she barks 'She's behind us!'
   I glance back and see the bolt pointed,
  blank fac'd in relentless pursuit

ANTICLIMAX: I round the corner with my twin
 and we stumble upon the blessed mundanity
  of a bus stop
    but I left
   my card
  in my coat
 in the kitchen

The Notebook

There was an image back there
between the tv, the nap and the dinner
floated powerful into the central station
which you ordered yourself to remember
and now it's gone gone
without a trace and you won't ever get it back
wish you'd used the notebook she gave you
for your birthday, just one memory scrawl

Common thoughts just out of reach
try to retrace your steps
end up in a maze of amnesia
sluggish, aged and cold
you wish you'd ever entered

You thought you had something to say
some manner of minor
wisdom or merely an amusing anecdote
anything is better than the eternal silence
threatening to consume us, not to be too dramatic
so let's sit silently
and watch the world around us
burn, forget, and fade away

The auguste Cairoli

Charlie Cairoli came to town
the main attraction at the village fete c. 1972
maybe tied with the ice cream van
opposite the mental hospital, you can't call it that now

Do you remember the famous clown, known
to us kids from his long-running children's show Right Charlie!

My sister's friend Lorraine started crying
too much ice cream, or something about her dad
who was a wrong 'un we all agreed
later they emigrated to the New Hebrides*, an
irrelevant detail you should probably
edit out later

A few years later Charlie died in Blackpool
mum said we were lucky to see him
and now his archive can be seen
in that town's showbiz museum
        - talkin' 'bout Charlie Cairoli

Red nose, bowler hat
a moustache slightly larger than Chaplin's

At a circus show in Munich 1939
Hitler laughed at the clown, presented Charlie with a watch
years later he walked to end of the North Pier in Blackpool
and threw it in the sea
        - talkin' 'bout Charlie Cairoli

Although another version says he was given
an inscribed briefcase and cigarette case
so who knows

For three months during the war
he was interned on the Isle of Wight
but we don't like to remember things like that

He was on This Is Your Life in 1970
required viewing for the dreamy parade
of friends and happy families
oh to live a life of such riches

I went to see the art gallery
inside the mental hospital
that week I had gout
my favourite piece was The Maze by William Kurelek

A volunteer - in America they like to say docents -
stood in front of me blocking my view
and delivered a monotone ten minute
explanation of everything in the picture
and the story of the artist's life

And one day soon I will run around the grounds
of the mental hospital psychiatric institution
now the gout has long gone and
my life contains riches

* now Vanuatu

She was floating on the ceiling

We are soul first and body second, not the other way around, the body being the transport system for the soul.

Speaking to a nurse she explained to me the purpose of opening a window when somebody dies.

When my dad died, there was a shift in energy. The phones wouldn't work.

I felt a rumbling go through the floor, the same as the feeling of standing on the curb when a very heavy truck drives by. 

I had the feeling of strong wind, like a herd of horses running by or angels flapping their wings strongly.

This wavy cloud of energy, a distorted water like substance came down the path and I walked through it.

I returned to my human form the moment a fireman placed his hand on my shoulder.

But insects too have personality because they have soul.

We all came from star stuff, we all go back to star stuff, the universe wastes nothing.

I don't need scientists to prove what I already know and experienced.

There was some experiment when doctors measure the weight of the body.

The brain floods itself with DMT just before death and if you know what DMT does then it explains why we have an afterlife.

Eating molten lead could cure cancer, nobody has yet proven that it doesn't so, however unlikely it may be.

My father passed away and he talks to me all the time from the spirit world.

Could be the fact we run on electricity, factually speaking. 

People around me and even on the news were answering questions I was asking quietly in my head.

The night he died, I was sound asleep. I woke up to 3 violent knocks on my bedroom door. There was nobody there of course.

For those who don’t believe, there will never be enough proof.

This piece

"Explores
the use of
fantasy as
a survival mechanism
against loneliness

Illustrating
the human
compulsion
to inflate
the mundane
to mythological
proportions.

A central
female
character
weaves tales,
using threads of
personal experience
and the idea of TV

As friend,
as mantra,
and as
transformational
window
between
imagined
spectacle
and the
pedestrian plane."

The Book of Towahs, a new beginning

1:1 For the Lord God is a cheerful fellow and hath not given us a spirit of falsehood, but of jollity and frivolity, within reason.

1:2 Totally dig the God of Israel and thou shalt be over it with debauchery; thou shalt cast out carnality and lust, up to a point.

1:3 Thus saith the Lord thy God unto Pelet: bury ye not piles of eggplants, but urns of pearls.

1:4 Praise the everlasting God and thou shalt restore thy discernment; plus thou shalt be spared the spear.

1:5 The Holy One hath not given us the spirit of decrepitude, but of strength and kindness my brother.

1:6 Bezaleel, son of Achsah did coveteth vessels full of tears and was sinful in the eyes of the Lord God, by golly.

1:7 Verily and yay I say unto thee: sell ye not vessels full of papyrus, but boxes of incense.

1:8 Have faith in God and thou shalt be harbored from the flood; thou shalt be over it with depravity. Such depravity.

1:9 They that love God shalt preserve their internal goodness; shalt be spared the unholy flatulence.

1:10 Thus saith the Lord: procure ye not canisters of housewares, but carts of cloth. That is all.

1:11 Jakan did prepareth pots of wheat and was vile in the eyes of God the Father; thuth he was cast as a naughty fellow.

1:12 The Lord God hath not given us the spirit of carnality, but of knowledge and love.

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Trolls old and new

There was no golden age of dragons

no magic beans &

wizards and elves were from the 70s

Crumbling teeth and mud, a crow

for sure, a crow up in your pot

Rain is constant through your centuries

& so many mouths to feed

found note 2013

Unresolved

When does the film begin when does the film begin I've been waiting so long with a bowl of popcorn When does the film begin

When does the programme start

when does the programme start

I'm in theatre one

where the curtains are drawn

When will the programme start

When does the film begin

When does the film begin

I've turned off my phone

now I'm sitting alone

When will the film begin

 

First act!

Second act!

Third act!

When does the programme start

When does the programme start

Your story's done

Mine hasn't begun

Oh when will my programme start

from the Union Daughter files c 2009

Analysis

It's such a shame he is committed
to the false coctraine
      excuse me what, carry on
of first thought best thought and
does not care for the revision, the revisit
      the lengthier accumulation
      of detail, colour and persuasion
nor even the calm but savage edit

No, he just types it out, slams it down
      checks the spelling at least
and feels like he's accomplished something
the most minuscule release of dopamine
suspected to exist may ensue
      but don't count on it

Here we are, how I wish we weren't

This timid heart a 200bpm rabbit
not like that you vulgarian
like a frightened excitable permanently pulsating
come on
mammal living some say existing
largely underground
afrightened and ascurvy

Riddled with the pestilence
of forgotten decades
and winters long gone
which laid down their stains
upon the landscape
frosted thistles and tree circles
yet all it takes is a kind word

Oh Mr Dickens
a mere sniff never mind a teaspoonful of gruel
the tiniest glimmer
of hope in the form
of a one-line response

No matter how indifferent, ineffectual
or shadow insolent
just keep
hanging on
that's what you do best

Just keep hanging on
until that one day...

There is no longer one more day
but at least you held on with
elasticated hope until that final day which
if you care to think about it
is something, but then again

Epistemology (second division)

One sunlit blessed morning I woke up
with the most robust and truthful
knowledge
that I had made eight appearances for the Arsenal
as a speedy and tricky winger
yes mostly as a substitute and a couple in the League Cup
back in the early George Graham days
which weren't all that glorious and
when many youth players were given a chance

After that my career kind of fell away
and I returned to my studies, at the
prestigious university from which
I had been plucked
but I was so proud to be in the history books

Of course this was nonsense, I was
barely good enough to make the second XI
of my mediocre university team
but the point is... dramatic pause...
Pinteresque in its longitude, wrong word...
but the point is...
and also let it be known it was a lower
second division university, in old football money

Hello again, the point is...
WAKE UP!
people will believe any old shit
when they're half asleep which is
mathematically
the same as half awake
or... dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum
as Tony Adams once told me

The "I'm Not in Love" mystery (niche)

It still bothers me
HALF A CENTURY years later
that I was completely unaware of
10cc's megahit (a legit word a la NY Times) masterpiece "I'm Not in Love"
at the time, do you see, AT THE TIME (it was a hit)
it passed me by, just passed me by

And which I only <apparently> first heard when it was announced
    two years later
    on a local station
    let's face it probably Capital Radio (1977)
as the Listeners' Favourite Song of all Time or some such, I mean
I know I was an absolute gorm but then
    we were all aware of "Rubber Bullets"
    and "Life Is a Minestrone" at least
    from the Top of the Pops style 79p LPs
which weren't excuse me I know this now by the Original Artists
I was actually shocked disappointed (and appalled) when I found out

But the key point is WHERE was I when "I'm Not in Love" was a massive hit
           throughout that 1975 summer
TOTP was the ONE key viewing, but I wasn't there? we
didn't spend the summers anywhere exotic
    Margate at best and
     thus I assume
        logically
           there must have been
                        a kidnapping

The year after we all knew "Art for Art's Sake"
      and "I'm Mandy Fly Me", singing along with the boys
         while playing cricket actually and what's wrong with that
       so why was their biggest hit
           a complete unknown until I heard it
               on that countdown two years later
                 it's never sat right with me since

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En route to parkrun, did I mention I do parkrun now

Oh hello, plus good morgen
        natural sickness overruled, never-
        theless one do try to overcome, so cooked
        in the effing Febvrial gloom, where
        5'11" is not politics

Then murals feat. the fox
        heron, lizard, peacock
        elephant, red panda, crocodile
        also train driver + pal
        cheerfully incongruent, pls excuse

Such brief highlights
         amid the grim and dismal
         on this planet we all suffer, thus
         do we share it, DO WE SHARE IT

Music is the closest thing to a time machine

1994 was practically another planet compared to now
She sings like she is whispering into the ears of a lover
She was 28, young and beautiful.. this year she's going to be 56
Therapy might be helpful if you are still struggling with things long term
I am 83 years old and I still listen to this every Sunday
Intoxicating, sultry, small, innocent and still yet powerful
She shares a part of her naked soul for the world to understand. What a beautiful woman
It's tradition that we must randomly return here. No matter what

She shares a part of her naked soul for the world to understand
There's nothing more powerful
Her voice, her face, her sadness, her hands
Respect something that’s gone in the wind
It made me so freaking teary just getting how fast life passes you by
We sat on the lawn. Good times
I remember sitting in my basement playing this on my surround sound
She performs as if she is completely out of this world or plane or dimension

My mom once told me how this song played as her airplane left the runway...
I put this song on, walk out the back, lay on the freshly cut lawn
Holding a girl I was deeply in love with
Makes me nostalgic for a time I hardly witnessed
This has been my driving late at night song for over two decades now
Sometimes you find someone who lets you breathe and shine
This brings back emotions I've thought were long forgotten. Time is so cruel
It was that plane ride that led her to the boy that would later become my father

I'm a trucker and this song is always coming up right around when the sun is rising
I think of those nights long ago
The song, its emptiness and its fullness
We all felt it so much and hugged as we listened to the beauty our friend had just introduced us to
Like she didn't just put on a timeless performance of epic proportion's
63 now and it brings me back to a time that is long gone
Hearing this song reminds me of my innocence, being a kid
Dreaming of growing up and the sweet taste of froot loops in the morning while watching cartoons

My wife loved this song, she'd slowly twist her hips back and forth
Smoke a joint and close my eyes and for some reason a few tears roll down
So understated, so sparse.... yet so intense
I'm with you, brother
Memories in the dust. Some great people people lost along the way
Bros, I'm in the gym right now
You can see her discomfort and vulnerabilities...
She was smarter than me, out of my league 

This song is like a hug I need in rough times
I was in the first few rows at this concert
Memories will never die
No smart phones in sight
That voice, like opium and drawn silk
How lovely to know you were there to feel and live it
I will continue to sob
Greetings from Netherland

It Pays to Increase Your Word Power

I ordered a blazing Bordellino and mescal
what's that you say, why it's an alcoholic drink made with the
fruit of a wild tree, typically flavored with orange peel

I was sat next to a Pilator
that's a person who guides someone or something
this guy was the father figure of political science
it's not the same as a mentor, no
his name was Mitchell, and Mitchell was his name

His wife was an Amarrat
in case you are not aware, that's a
woman who is an Honorary Dame, ranked above a
Privy Council or Baroness
Martha was her name, and her name was Martha

I must admit they both had
something of the Snarper about them
Pilators and Amarrats tend toward the snobbish

While sipping our Bordellinos we were offered
some Compugns which, I'm sure you know, are
small edible drums with antennae
found in tropical and subtropical regions

This alarming snack was followed by a
hearty slab of Terraea, the Argentine cheese
which derives from dried sambalaya

Mitchell and Martha, their mouths masticating the Terraea,
confided in me that they were Paulpaul quartees.
That was their Snarperish way of confessing
they had a keen interest in wine

They longed to impart all they knew
as part of their Praecological - 'it's more
than merely educational' - mission. Indeed they
insisted on being known as world class
Praecologicalists, even when they
were cross-eyed on Bordellinos and frothing with Terraea


https://boredhumans.com/word_generator.php

Study suggests

Levels of microplastics
in human brains may be
rapidly rising, I mean *may be*
I've been warning about this
for literally days

The exponential rise
the tiny particles
   in the brain, liver and kidneys, more to the point 
   in my brain, my liver and my kidneys which, over
the years and across the decades, I have grown attached to

The human body
is widely contaminated
     with micro- and
     nanoplastics, and
there are levels of human exposure

The exponentially rising
  environmental presence
    the exponentially rising
      environmental presence, and
        the levels of human exposure

++++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm a plastic waste
breakdown+++++++++++++++

       And six times
       higher in brain
       samples from people
       who had dementia

This is what I have been saying
to myself, who else, while collapsing
on the kitchen floor, while
shapeshifting in the changing room
while sinking ever
deeper into the primordial bog

They've been found at the peak of Mount Everest
and in the deepest oceans
from the Sherwood Forest to the Gulf Stream borders
in the air that you breathe, but more to
the point in the air that I breathe

Neurological damage
      premature births
      breathe it all in
      those shards those flakes
a 50 per cent increase

my contaminated heart

             my contaminated liver

                     my terminated brain

++++++++++++++++++++++++
you're a plastic bag
meltdown+++++++++++++++


https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2025/feb/03/levels-of-microplastics-in-human-brains-may-be-rapidly-rising-study-suggests

Nick Holland

was a sweet kid
long, and short, of hair
but <<1977>> shook everyone off their axes
esp if you were only 13 yo
which is modern for years old

one morning he arrived early in the classroom
with four polystyrene letters reading
P-U-N-K which he somehow glued to the wall
above the blackboard yes
blackboard none of your
whiteboards then oh shut up

how did he transport these substantial objects
did his parents assist him with this mission
we shall never know

and accompanied
because he couldn't betray them
by the legends
+ GENESIS and
+ STATUS QUO
writ large in chalk on the aforementioned blackboard