In Amongst The Plus

When it gets lowdown
And no one
No one slows down
They slowed down to sing for jumpers
and the skids on the law

I think you will find me
sucking units of complan
in the hjavascript:void(0)ope of evermore

To fight in amongst the plus
The hardest night to fall on
To fight, in amongst the whatever
To fall ever on toy skids and hand me down law

Forbid the morbid from stop and search

The last place I’ll look
Will be the place I die

I won’t die down the back of the sofa
Or in the useful pot

I will die in the last place I remember it
It will be in the last place I look

Smelt like a zoo

I was smelt like a zoo
A milkshake of kangaroo and hippo gnomes
I lost that dance to a man in a titanium leg brace
In dry ice at the hippodrome

The thriller
Had to give up the dance
A chair to an inappropriate aunt
One of two makeshift goalposts
Between me and you

The ring roads of my mind

The onion rings the death knell
Another colonic irritation

In the ring roads of my mind
All the Chicken Lands are intertwined

In the hatchback of my imagination
Hardened suburban arteries of chicken fat and tarmac
String over cardboard car parks
Municipal fountains of folly
Crazy paved stairway to the takeaway

In the face of provincial tides ebbing in my mind
A bus station behind the empty market shares the wind with chicken bones
The charity shop stands by the claim that the waist has grown larger
Or traded a date for a date to put underfoot
And taken away

Be No. 1 Be Bing Crosby & Be In

No one rang my bell the night they expelled Bing Crosby from hell

We sat in his seat.
They took him in down the road
Showed him some boring tribal things
Taught him to dance and sing

We drank gin and made a mini can last two
They took him aside and made plaster casts of his
Olives and bread and no Bing

Bing was not in