We’ve been told to turn away

from our gifts

We apply the tourniquet

to our souls

Life’s now a tournament.

What we were

torn and bent.

Stuck on repeat

broken record

We all get more

broke and poor

We’re all now

bored and paused

Awaiting orders

born a pawn.

Little more

than game pieces

No time for peace

in this piece of time

Can’t keep up with

the Team’s pace

we all race

to the tomb

Want to return

to the womb

we try to

honestly view the room

but we’ve had

our views skewed

by bullshit bluster

and fake fake fake news

we face views

old and new

false and true

about me and you

But, we’re all

being humans

trying to be

humane beings

in amongst

profane scenes

Living out

propane dreams


up our minds


of fractured mining

of past

and self

Left with

broken mental health


in a shared dream


to an isolated nightmare

we feel

the end of history


the unfurling mystery

We had the key to heaven’s door

traversing beams that used to be floor

what once was light is dark

we see and end, but not a start

The Gods in our heads

became scabs

Nothing machines

broken, dead sky dads

Decaying into hate

dreaming all the same


blood, fear, pain

I wish the lie would stop

the pig pen no longer cares

infecting sucking dry

kill you with their disease

copying their hurt

we die in silence

into the void

oblivion of silence

but the door is still here

if you look

readjust the narrative

and give a fuck

the other world

is bleeding through

it needs a vessel

that could be you

Be the God

your holy book needs

make sure you bite

the hand that feeds

liberate yourself

set your own standards

be your own deity

be your own master



Magickal spells

spell out

a spelling bee.

Getting stung by

sting & the Police.

Fuck the police

fuck me, me, mythos.

The ethos

of your manifesto


as man is festering,




wrestling &

bringing pestilence,

providing no sustinence,

jumping the fence,

scaling the wall,

making the tower fall

and the sky will fall with it,

chicken little boy.

Dicken’s little toy,

Oliver’s Garden,


needs weedin,

in the bible written by Joss Whedon.

‘Needs more freedom’,

said Chef Snowden,

but now he’s snowed in.

He showed up,

but freedom’s still slowed up,

we’ll never catch up,

cos you say tomato, and I say ketchup.

I’m a magickal slut,

reading occult smut,

and when I’m stuck in a rut,

and all of a flutter,

I imagine that fly of butter,

and with my minds camera shutter

I pic myself up, out of the gutter.

Motorboating out of shit creek,

I do triple damage on your doublespeak,

I don’t care if you say en pointe or on fleek,

there’s a tongue in my turn of cheek.

I won’t eat your cheeky Nandos,

But I’ll google conspiracy theories about Jill Dando.

Who are you?

A Bunch of randos,

I’m a spoken word squad commando.

I’ll command this office,

Command this orifice.

Can you sacrifice,

a little bit of time,

little lamb?

I’ll make you minted,

get you mashed,

leave you thrashed,

and lashed.

The doors unlatched,

your cache snatched,

this country’s been thatched,

by the mad, bad Thatcher,

that childhood snatcher.

Stop culling the badger,

stop, can you bother,

to love your brother,

let good vibes brew there,

allow the brouhaha,

give those tits the push off bra.

This is canon now like Pachelbel.

So, this passover,

think of those passed over,

walking on the overpass,

living in the underpass,

they ain’t got no multipass.

their story ain’t in the multiplex,

hidden in plain view,

sleeping against plexiglass,

attacks rank,

for sleeping near a taxi rank,

whilst you drive a tank,

that cost £100 for tank of gas,

no gracias.

I’d rather buy an ounce of grass.

There’s broken glass,

7 years bad luck,

when you break a mirror,

so bring some myrhh,

and some frankinsense,

smell the frank scents,

swell and flank scouts,

going dib dib dib,

dob dob dob,

all saying they’re doing god’s job,

that’s Job’s God,

and they all make

a terrible mistake.

Cos God doesn’t believe in them any more.

Could you please hold the door,

whilst I hold the floor,

and leave you unsure,

on shore leave,

of your senses,

sense the lenses,

letting you know,

you’re being watched,

24/7, 365.

CCTV lets you know your alive,

in this alien nation,

can you feel the alienation,

on your marks, of hesitation.

our hard earned rights in capitulation,

captain’s not earned her station,

BBC Radio two plus two equals five,



Machine men,

women wonder.

Two plus two equals take five,

a fake five,

cos time is just an illusion.


to the thing that’s eluding,

the things you’re concluding,

of concurrent currents,

events in stages,

turning pages,

numbered one to infinity.

Pooling your resources,

full of contortion,

wounds and contusions,

word revolution,

against the world’s destitution,

electrocution via elocution.

The smell of burning paper,

the spell of an earning pauper.

This magickal spell,

from the front door of hell,

the internal inferno,

the eternal internment.

My body is a cell,

my body made of cells.

A body of work for sale.

If the eyes are the windows,

our mouths are the sill.

To prevent your soul from getting ill,

thou shalt always, always kill.

Anti Nomos

Experiences in life

can make you jaded

Escapes from life

can leave you faded

But you’re still here folks

you survived, you made it

The wave of dragons

you’ve slayed it

Try to solve

machinations internal

Try to extinguish

fires infernal

Through thoughtful exercise

you can turn all

The black holes up here

into a wormhole

Recalibrate constantly

try to keep in tune

Recalibrate ideas

vomit that which is fed by spoon

Place the card,

read the Rune

Don’t assume

it’s all doom and gloom

When it feels like

you’re forced to swallow a sword

When it feels like

you can no longer afford

To live life

without crossing a fjord

Don’t let cost

leave life unexplored

Don’t always

retreat inside

Don’t repeatedly

run and hide

Don’t let fear

become intensified

Don’t let you

be classified

It feels like

there are no more heroes

It feels like

there are just ones and zeroes

It feels like

there are just say no’s

It’s more like

the river still flows

As above,

so below


and Undertow

Shift gears,

take it slow

You don’t have to put on

another show

Another Mask, Another Act

intellectual cataract

Allow yourself to interact

reintroduce the things you’ve lacked

When you feel inspiration running thin

forgive yourself of your sin

Then you can begin

to play the game to win

Get away from your ‘self’

for your own mental health

for some social wealth

You don’t need a mechanical elf

There’s DMT

inside your head

Released automatically

just before you’re dead

When you’re tripping

on things left unsaid

Hallucinating coulda-shoulda

-woulda-been’s instead

Grab your life with two hands

make proper stands

A-gainst the sands

pouring from time’s hands

With no time

there’s no more to fear

All is possible

in the now and here

Whilst the drop

may appear


and severe

Make one resolution

Total revolution

Create your own institution

with your own elocution

Be both

Happy and Sad

Be both

Good and Bad

Be both

Lame and Rad

Be both

Forever and Fad