child without an eye

Never surrender said Paisley,

The pope is the devil so he is

China girl

Thriller

Merry Christmas Mister Lawrence

Ghandi

Pillboxes made from pixels

The bleeping of the zx days

Batman reruns

Televisualised brain

The cup that runneth over

No time for egghead ways of lateral thinking

EGGward deBONO

And I still haven’t found Wembley Stadium

Challenger

Kings Cross

Those deaths so distant

South Africa tyres on fire

Looks funny – not real

But drama, plays Singing Detectives

That’s real, oh no the boy saw his mum

Doing it in the bushes!

Is my mum doing it with the window cleaner?

Is my dad doing it with that woman?

Worse than tv deaths.

In fact U2 and CND and Amnesty were cool ,

Lets make this world a better place,

Peter Gabriel hugging Kate

I can relate

Can I get in between you

And have a little cry too?

But Thatch man

Thatcher woah and Tebbit and Northern Ireland, its ok because here is Ben Elton and he is gonna hug us and that cup of tea and chocolate biscuit with a cat purring on your lap feels all good again.

All curled up and safe once more.

Before “going to the pub”

But there is a party, and there is cider now

And maybe smoke a tiny bit of hash if you’re lucky.

Girls, yeah, but only for your friends, cause you are weird, and they sense that.

Oh well, but I’m reasonably good at maths.

O-level not A-level so much.

But I stepped out of the hatch, like that heavy metal musician who fell out of the coach when he mistook the fire exit for the toilet.

Now I’m here in front of a screen.

In some stranger’s house.

Gathering memories together and snuggling up inside them.

The 1980s – looks like the silvery paper from the inside of a packet of fags.

Sniff it. You can almost step back.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Never surrender said Paisley

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