feel like i’ve been caught speeding
as an already disgruntled mp
oh i know what’ll happen to me

i’ll be in the pillories 
of the sunday papers 
and they’ll flog me stupid 
’til my psyche tapers 
as they wish

i wish that i was 
more than just the sum 
of my limitations
and i wish i had the guile
to convince everyone of otherwise

feel like i’ve been caught stealing
the bloke’s got it on cctv 
and there’s police on their way to see me

like i’m in the pillories 
in a railway station 
on a busy weekend 
for my malversation
how i wish

i wish that i was 
more than just the sum 
of my limitations
i don’t think i’ll ever have the guile
to convince anyone of otherwise

pillories

I’m to believe 
That you were at home
Reading aloud
Spanking your bone
Savouring his words
Like renegades should
Whispering Blake
Two hands on the wood
When out of the white
The vision comes fast
The vocal of god 
Of days in the past
Reciting the psalms 
The scriptures and song
Manhood in hand, singing along

Yugoslav child with his eyes on the hills
The mother of christ 
Through his fever and chills
This I am taught to ignore and to mock
But what of the same
From a man in New York
A man in New York with unanimous clout
And that was why they
Knew what you’re about 
And yet with a prayer I hope that it’s true
That they’d choose Harlem and choose you

Apparition3

pick/rollings/king april 2024

state of the art

toldmeudont

guessing the next word

i'm sorry to be the reciter
of another boring dream
but this morning
your newborn daughter
facetimed me at 3:15

you took the phone up off her
put a filter on her face
and the family cat (who's dying)
screeched like baby was her plague

screamed like baby was her plague

in the dead of night
it all just felt so hopelessly profound
but lord knows it wasn't
or do i know it is
and it's tell me to live?
that there's more to life
than going on and on
going on and on
and where are they buried?
where do these images live usually?
'cause early this morning
inside my conscience
pictures of fear just flew right through me
right through me

cat dream1

I don’t think there’s a first time
Oh no
No chicken and no egg
We’ll be fossils on a beach soon
So I’m not sure how I can find
Respite in stories of things starting
When mine’s so soon to end
Let’s just breathe and keep things friendly

fossils

Lately I’ve been facing myself
Been feeling like Glenn Hoddle
That time he fucked it
For the England job
It’s scary that nothing can prepare me
For what’s to come
I’m feeling like Glenn Hoddle
That time he fucked it
 ‘Cause I’ve overlooked this
I really wasn’t thinking
I swear
On my life
On my god
On your god
Shit, not that

I’ve overlooked this
I really wasn’t thinking
I swear
I feel like Glenn Hoddle
When he did that thing

If family isn’t sacred I don’t know
What is sacred
Anymore
Anymore
I’m feeling like Glenn Hoddle
That time he

Lately I’ve been facing myself
Been feeling like Glenn Hoddle
That time he fucked it
For the England job
It’s scary, nothing can prepare me
For what’s to come
I’m feeling like Glenn Hoddle
That time he fucked it

glenn hoddle

breathe in the toxic air for me
blow it back into my lungs
cause i wanna comprehend 
vile everything
and avoid all that is up ahead
it's mostly fear and pain
earthquakes and acid rain
and not much else

breathe in your chinese vape for me
suck it down until you cough
all the myriad unpleasant scents
they represent
joy and choice that's never meant
consider it a favour
you only choose the flavour
and not much else

i want the world to know
in spite of it all 
you were here
you were here
so what much have gone wrong with us?

blowback

amplify 
before you chisel down
but when i cut things down
am i making art?
my mum insists
we’re related to rodin
i’m calling bollocks

related to rodin

try this
you might like it
you might like it
or you won't
let science
be your guidance
show your licence
to the bloke

i reckon he knows
i reckon they all know
i reckon he knows
and i reckon that they all know

next day
once we'd slept in
feelings crept into your door
they tiptoed, surreptitious
round the debris on the floor

i reckon you know
i reckon we all knew
i felt it as well
did we force it upon you?

amsterdam 2013

it gets worse when you try
and better when you don't
forty nights in the desert
all forty of them long
and yet you have the nerve
the balls, the gall
the sheer temerity
to turn and say to me
that in the '80s things were easier 
they weren't 

feast your eyes upon this photo
it's from nineteen seventy erm
observe my cousins
all fifty of them thin
and yet you have the nerve
to see this tinned, offcuts austerity
and after say to me
that in the '80s things was better

forty nights4

keep these children away from me
keep them all the way away from me
with their gaunt faces and muted clothes
and averse in the worst way to what mum knows
surrounded by sycophants scrolling their phones
keep keep them all the way away from me
got no social structure
for anyone but yourself

i can hardly imagine you 
taking the time out of your day
to introduce yourself to someone new
that you don't perceive as above most people
to begin with

to begin with

ruined my steez (featuring mister raymond)

somers town, 29/5/25

barbie mukoda - flute
ben watson - piano + splash n klang
andrew king - lectric guitar

tendre comme un ivrogne

through with making these
overnight oats
chop the fruit 
before ironing clothes

overnight oats

give it welly
please give yourself something to do
it's reminiscent of something
william tell 
my own head is where i balance the fruit
and remind me why i shouldn't do everything
and if i shouldn't why should i prioritise the worst
and now i people see why people rot 
and don't do anything at all 
and if i follow in your footsteps i won't be the first

will tell

elvis's house

thought it was hard 50 years ago
i guess it was
but it wasn't the same 
as what's going on now

it's coming from both sides
every side it could be from 
the gentry says 'save save'
while the peasants tell me 'rob' 
and while it couldn't be harder
it's fine for now 
it's mild in the same way that i am
but haven't you noticed 
the fifty foot drop on both sides?

that's most times
take a look around
you'll see land-mines
no-stop signs
and both your legs are on crumbling ground

both sides

til the cows come home

burning down the bastarding house

like someone in love

I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got better things to do
like pull a face of bemusement
and dig my tongue deep into my cheek
I’ll bin you within weeks

Don’t complain when the time comes, I’ve made myself clear now

But I’m just an advisor
I’d never do harm to anyone
I’m just an advisor 
I’d never do wrong
I’m just an advisor
I’d never do harm to anyone
I’m just an advisor 
and I could never do wrong

I bought a bigger gaff 
so I could wrestle in the nude
and get some quality away from 
the national press that always seem
to wanna know
the pesky truth

Don’t complain when the time comes when I’ve made myself clear now

Oh yeah what I want is a job where I run the country
and I can never be held to account
No I’ll never be held to account 

I don’t care if you or your family croaks it
I hope they fucking do
I hope they fucking do

Erm

I’m just an advisor
I could never do harm to anyone
I’m just an advisor 
I could never do wrong
I’m just an advisor
I’ll never do harm
Harm
Said I could never do harm

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