As music went and silence overwhelmed As in deep despair, I thought to end When nothing seemed to help me on on my way Perhaps I’d lost the track and so must pay
Empty now of thought and of desire The vision of the darkness without fire The utter loss of any help at all From the depths, my heart cried out appalled Expecting nothing, hoping even less A fire of gold appeared to hold,caress And tears rained down my face from eyes amazed While in my flesh I felt caressed and saved I bowed my head in assent to this good The crucified, the lost, have understood
I remember you so well for those eight years The nights you sang love’s lullabies to me I was fearful of the footstep on the stairs
You held me as we paddled in the sea Maybe Blackpool,maybe Morecambe too You told me stories as I sat upon your knee I have some good memories, too few Where are all those days we played outdoors? Who knows if these memories are true? In East Lancs and in West Lancs rain will pour Once you wrapped me in your coat, but then Mam was angry when we reached the door
She told you, you were foolish for a man Why should men be wise, should anyone? That was when your illnesses began
You let me lie beside you in your bed I’d had my tonsils out and felt unwell I talked but don’t remember what you said I didn’t know the meaning of pure hell I guess I learned that when death you befell Come back,Daddy,missing you too well I’m still your little girl, your smiling belle
Now I’m feeling kind of numb on this January day The darkness came down sudden and I feel it’s here to stay Shall I make some tea and pretend that you are here I’m naked like the wood underneath that swish veneer. I’m feeling kinda nothin’ now the melancholy’s gone Should I be doing something that will give me, like, some fun? The silence is not threatening, but neither is it good Did you ever wish that you weren’t made of flesh and blood? I’m feeling so damned stupid for falling on my back My shoulder was in agony and there’s whiplash in my neck The doctor, he injected me, but he said it’s down to luck He may have missed the mark, he says,I wish I’d said,oh feck Apparently the elderly are not in much demand I heard a sorta whisper as my head went in the sand We must keep the silence or we’ll frighten off the young They don’t seem to notice but the cat will lick my hand
I didn’t know how old I was till the clock flew off the wall Isn’t it uncanny what you see before the Fall?
Please choose a gentle piece of music for your ringtone [But nothing from Wagner any way] We all have insomnia.Just work through it We regret live sex is not allowed but you can dream Mobile groans will be ignored Please do not shock us by rising from the bed Please sit down on your chair and not the consultant’s knee. Kindly do not tell the doctor he is stupid.He knows already. The doctor is only a pest when exhausted Kindly pretend to listen to the Consultant on his round Kindly do not eat cream buns or meringues in front of the Consultant.He is on a diet. Kindly avoid catching any bugs belonging to or emanating from this hospital and vice versa Please do not swallow your Kindle Fire before lights out.Buy a bigger one next time Keep yourself clean.Take a bed by the open window during a storm. Kindly avoid dying when we are busy.You can if you think you can Kindly do not write verse on your sheets unless in water soluble ink Kindly recover before Friday as we are shutting for the weekend Kindly write poetry on paper and not on your arms and legs. Kindly do not copy these rules down.They are our secret. Kindly keep all you hear secret especially from visitors Please do not breathe out bad breath We will take you for a scan in Rymans if you pay. Bribes are forbidden, but we take them anyway We love all religions,but don’t argue in here.Go outside and fight if you must. Don’t convert us while ill Be holier than thou Confession is available of Saturdays 5-8 pm if you can walk and talk Where is God?
They tell me I’ve got three years What did you do? Stopped chemotherapy, got all my money together and sailed round the world Sounds good But I have no money left.They said I’d die in one year I am so sorry you are still alive.Those doctors are idiots I’ll have to go on benefits Just applying might kill you Well. God knows I want somewhere to live Try a Stable!
I can’t afford to be ill.What’s the cheapest way to die? Either starvation or Beachy Head I long to visit Gaza first Why? I’ve never seen a person strip And if you go near the Border….. it could be the answer to your prayers. I’ve not prayed for years Just a metaphor.You could go to the USA and as you are black the police may kill you free if you can’t pay for your cigarettes.Just get a fake 20 dollar bill before shopping Where from? I can make one here You mean you are a crook? Not yet, but I am hoping Why? I’ve got schizophrenia and I need money for therapy You mean they charge the sick? They are just being politically correct It reminds me of the Light Brigade They say a foetus is sacred Yes, until birth! Well,I’ll have to think about this I prefer never to think How thoughtless!
Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars We even sell our weapons and the torture tools make gold Europe a disaster for more than several hundred years
We will not watch the News as this sort of stuff’s a bore My heart is beating faster and I’m feeling freezing cold Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars
We’re defenceless little creatures with wicked central core With our many nuclear weapons, maybe we are over-bold Europe courts disaster for more than several hundred years
Jesus hangs defenceless outside the liquor store I wonder how much longer those Roman nails will hold Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars
The pain of living here is that our swollen hearts will tear God picks up a paperclip, his lips are cold and closed Europe a disaster for more than several hundred years
Now the Day of Judgement comes, we stand arrayed in rows The Jews are singing Kaddish while the tortured children freeze Everyone is bleeding but we won’t stop fighting wars Civilised disaster for the last two thousand years
Before the referendum Before I rang 999 When I didn’t know how near the end you were
Before Nigel Farage Jo Cox The lies of Michael Gove Before Boris Johnson’s genes left Turkey
Before Leonard Cohen sang,save the last waltz for me Before I heard Suzanne Before you haemmoraged the bathroom into wine Before you consecrated the bread Before you were dead
Before by a journalist we were led Before children said,fuck everything Before Cohen died Dylan got the Nobel Prize
Before aspirations were merely for another shag and a new denim hat Before marriage was for licking each others’ groins What poems fell dead And the snow fled Before the hatred of slow reading came and glued itself to our minds Then we had the hottest September In December And the ice cap floated down the globe Observed by toads
When you were still alive And the lawn was unmowed