You let that little turd manipulate you again
didn’t you Paul? Well without him you wouldn’t
have amounted to much, that's for sure? Even taking
into account that time you smashed a jar with
your stillborn brother pickled inside. The stench
must have been a weapon. Think of your poor mother
staring at the foetus, wishing it was you.
Pigs trotters. That’s what you thought it looked like,
didn’t you Paul? And your wife, did you make her
take it up the arse, or was it a strictly
I can see you now, holier than thou preaching
scripture to her in the midst’s of one of your
I know you might liken me to the gut of a hung dog,
but I’m here for you Paul. I’m waiting for your reply, and
you know the funniest thing happened to me today -
I started drinking again.
I knew you’d be pleased.
I was thinking of you sat in the Maggots sucking on absinthe.
I was green with it Paul.
Green with it.
I was going to kill myself to teach her a lesson.
A sticky bloody heart pumping lesson of plasma and
white cells, but we’re going to my dads tomorrow
and I cant really get out of it.
Please write back
I helped you -Remember?
It is I
Are you seriously
telling me you have
not at least met her
Well are you?
Coz we could mud up
the windows into a sea of mud
like mud is what you do with daylight
I have described you as moss
the laces in the sky
Don’t you know?
Its my sunglasses that
make me act differently
I’m not surprised your having hallucinations again.
I mean your brain is run through with those flat
white worms that made the skyline seem like old
fogies frowns to you all those years ago.
I hear your teaching in Stickney Marshes. Is that true?
You cant get a drink for love nor money there can you?
Neither of which you ever have anyway, but it’s the
thought that counts Paul. The thought that counts.
Lincolnshire’s as flat as a Frank I hear. That’s a lot
of sky for god to see you with. Are you really willing
to lay yourself open to that level of scrutiny?
And on that note, should you really be around all
those young boys? Because pulling yourself off discreetly
under the table probably isn’t your forte.
Your more likely to stand up and shout -
WHO CAN TELL ME WHAT STARJELLY IS?
You dick! How dare you?
I have been sleeping on the stairs for days
a pear shaped bagpuss
set amongst new species of moth
ALRIGHT! I admit it
you had me pegged from the start
it was yours truly
who shat upon your kitchen unit
even threw it to the air like money
and whats more
I want none of it matters
nothing less than a plaything of
brothers, a Dover Mechano set drowning in ale
to say it again
that your acne is an acme leopard
and the puss
is an unbroken chain of footsteps
kinned with unsteady plates
hand in hand
with the stumbling stuttering
saint of spots before the eyes
(AND YOU THINK I AM UNKIND)
we must be patient
for I have been delayed
due to discrimination
the police axelrodded me
and it appears I am dumped by fate
charged with nothing
be you can clean
and begone me
they do not yet tell
the cooking tomorrow
to arrive in your country
& ingest this very small letter
in the art of bullshit
I am immune to
no longer haunt that which is dead
so every man should fuck
his best friends mother
do you really think a hem
would make a difference to an apron?
A frozen Charlotte
who even if we phoned
it wouldn’t matter
I 'm so utterly unimpressed
by your longing
& your marriage no doubt will go tits up
so memorise my new address
I am living in an adobe abode
& abide by mineral law
black Fahrenheits of the stars
through which their missiles & missives
any bridge which removes its bricks
and walls up with mortar
our latent hero’s gob
tho you liken me to lichen
certain characters are turned to quartz
as though words issued
abolished are stone
with all misgivings abridged