Saying something like that to someone like me

When we parted he shook my hand again,
third time, and said:
- Don't let your smile trip you up
and off we went in different directions

What a friendly fellow but what did wait a minute what
did that mean
- Don't let your smile trip you up

Is there something wrong with my teeth
you shouldn't say something like that to someone like me
do I have a resting bitch face

Come on now calm down
he's just an exuberant self-styled eccentric
probably says that to everyone, it's just
one of his trademark quips 'Oh Jezza is such a card,
always has a wacky comment'

Well I don't need your
wacky comments mister
even if you are the friendliest man
I've met all year

Limon

             paint a
        lemon inside your
  vibrant bitter heart every
homemade lemonade brings
forth golden treasure standing
like a lemon is easy peasy but
  be mindful of acid reflux
    a hybrid of harbours
       and cathedrals the
           colour of cracked
             lobster joints

Laughing Mary

God is my bride, with
The Lord [his Son] by my side
yes he's giving me away
on my magical wedding day

And if you don't like it
sure just say you don't
He'll set the dawgs on you;
I'll be sat in the kitchen

Starts here ends there

Little birds see thro window,
snow outside, small yellow
birb pink chest infiltrates
air filter birb
lilbirds seen thru widow

See quick take pics never believe
a such a thing as example
one size of cow,
rare expanding bird
friend take notes

One key thing I'm wearing all
white as unofficial statement of purity

Lot of sex talk going down, people are
signing up for the new status reveal profile
a premium feature, of which we have
no need, a priori

*nods knowingly* 

Just get us the new sex name
I said you should call yourself Cameron Common
yes I joked that was my line
*whispers*

Why though, people are sew confusing

Meanwhile, the birds all three of them

Pommelers Rest Conflation

Near Tower Bridge tonight
memory drawn back a decade to a furious stomp
back to the underground with Helly O
Bob Dylan variations/ revelations in my ears
we both assumed a proximity but
it wasn't ever that comfortable
being with her, walking with her
so full of opinions and unpredictable outbursts, she
was never exactly happy in or among my or any-
one else's company - something I can sympathise with

And yet how could I have been listening to music, viz
The Bootleg Series Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965–1966
at the same time as I walked with her
must be mixing it up with a different visit to the same venue
I must be tangled up, and so the years
merge, and the memories
can't be trusted yet
the people remain singular and

The music remains immaculate even if it
wasn't the final version, and even
if we're still working on our own
perfect take forever

It's nearly all over now, any final thoughts

Look in all honesty Michael it's been awful
but there were a few moments that shone out
like when we returned to her Hackney tower block
after some mini Victoria Park festival
where we bumped into Ian Beard, star of another chapter
who introduced us to his loopy vegan companion
and who was forgive me insanely mad hippy hot
and where also do forgive me, I bought a kalimba (thumb piano)
the day was giddy with possibility

Something was smoked and we retired to the bedroom
13 or 14 floors high, this detail feels important
'Put some music on the radio if you like, it's digital'
I tuned in to Chill FM, free of
DJ chatter, ads, news etc and in a
break with their regular playlist the sonar
plinks of Pink Floyd's Echoes
began, and so we began and
by the time the song had ended
so had we I swear I wasn't timing it
and I'd like to nominate that as one of
the few moments worth living for
in this pathetic excuse for a life

<<applause>>

Not now

Knock knock can I come in, no

Five minutes later
what about now can I come in, no

Five ten twenty years later
can I come in now,
    what do you think, no

Can I get an explanation
    don't you remember
    you've had one

Right, but when can I come in though
    didn't you understand anything
it appears not, no
    you are not part of us,
    you are not welcome here

Every

Vaughan I've ever known has been gay
that's just a fact not an opinion
not a reflection, just -

There was
the Vaughan who was a friend
of the Welsh girls
they treated him like a pet or
a younger sister, I can see the appeal
he stayed in
my room more than once

The Vaughan foaf
who joked around the pub
in the glory years, hanging
on the corner with
cocaine Phil
and keyshop Pat

The Vaughan who
was a sweetheart and
whose legs fell off
finally committed 'conscious
suicide', everything went wrong
with him, that Vaughan 

And there is a fourth Vaughan
who fits the profile
but there has been a request for
some delicate privacy here
so go away, go away now

Give Me Back Me Brain

We saw this on a teenage sleepover
I had a nagging
feeling I was being
merely tolerated, but

You loved this song, said
oh yes you did oh yes you did
he was the future

Our tastes were wild, skewed,
obscurely sourced and only
rarely aligned

You were way ahead of me but
you loved the way I talked, the times
I wasn't tongue-tied

And I just found out you died
not sure how but it was
years ago during 2020 Covid

I saw you on my doorstep
suddenly six feet four and
ready to lead the country

Knew was bust

From day one, never invested in
a personality, what would be the pubt
excu(se) me point of that
mudfucker, what

Never paid into the shared pension plan
of gross humanity, healthy
returns expected over decades
although, you're on your last legs

They slammed and slammed
that heavy front door
you did not respond
sign say signifier
from the pram prehistoric

What would be the point of hauling
over verlhauling anon overcat
try to make sense of a personality
the minor inconvenience of which
assume to possess, gross impertinence

Impersonality - I would personally
pull the trigger, blessed bang bang
among the day you walked into
Edinburgh, 15 mins of lump heed

Days, oh there were days
& some say if only you'd
tried just a little bit harder

Fundamentel

What are we living for
what can we expect from tomorrow
insert list of delightful and amusing things here
we carry on why do we carry on
what else is there left to do
list of unthinkable tasks here

Strip away the home comforts, the mad parade
the physical pleasantries
tomorrow will rise
even if you won't

PPE

maybe hey
guys maybe no listen up
maybe all politics
can be reduced
to this: never
give anyone
power

or at least, like
too much, like
power
I guess