Poems on the underground

Poems on the underground.
Bland,
mundane,
Confusing.
For the the bleary eyed,now belittled,to contemplate and dismiss as awful crap.
Throw away shit coz that's what they really are.
Deigned to divide again the educated from the working classes.
A secret code as to say,
"Hark,look at this patronizing bilge Charlie,those poor fuckers haven't a clue".

Flying Medallions diaries

I thought i'd start putting my memories of the Meds down.
Ramshackle as they come along like.
Maybe i'll get into it and something like a book'll appear.
I wanna write again about the end.
All the weird stuff that preceded events on the night of September the 10th 1995.
Ok,let's get spooky.

Our album,"We love everybody and everything's great".
This was of course kinda ironic.We hated everything.hahaha
The very first thing you hear is a sample of a car crash.
We used it as the intro to the tune "Boy racer".

Just before we travelled into mainland Europe,we joked about releasing a story to the music press that we had all died in a tour bus accident.
The plan was to return 6 months later,to rise from the dead.
We titled the press release the Second Cumin in reference to the stone roses forthcoming record.
How we all laughed at the spicey piss take.

Mr Stevens wrote the song lyrics,"I wanna be in a coma coz it's great".

Duggie had a tattoo of the Grim Reaper done on his arm.

OK.
We went over to do the Festival.
The tire blew out on a French motorway on the way home.
The bus hit the central reservation at 70 mph,flipped about a million times before coming to rest on it's roof.
Duggie and Mr Stevens were both thrown from the side windows as the Bus flipped out and rolled over and over.
Both suffered massive head injuries.
Mr Stevens got his wish of being in a coma,
Duggie met the Grim Reaper.

This shit changed my life.
Be careful what you wish for.
We courted controversy.
you live by the sword,you die by the sword.
These days i try to greet the day with a smile.
Love ya neighbours,
All that shit.
Believe in peace and love.
x

To Aoife

You are warm.
You do not disappoint.
You calm the storm in my gut.
The storm that rages in your absence.
I get lost in your kisses,
get lost in hot swoony breath.
Get lost in your freckles,blue eyes and sweat.
Taste and memories,
keeping me going,
on my toes,
alert.
Surviving on lust,
living off love ready to burst.
holding off,
holding back.
Terrified,
addicted,
alive.

In love

We came together.
And i realised how rare a treasure is that.
We fell and rested.
Our breathing rapid returning to calm.
That release,
that snap,that perfectly timed moment
before the world returns like freshly fired bricks.

Old man

Old man awake and confused.
The dreams on the tip of his tongue
disintegrate like the proud erections of youth.
Bearded mouth,
a barking camels baking pit
gulps week old stale water
followed by the disorientating stumble to vertical.
that dizzy dance to expel dehydrated orange fire.
Clinging to the banister coz
old knees need a while to function properly
with the youthful swagger one insists upon them.

DJ Shades adventure?????

How fuckin wierd is that?
I just signed in and i became DJ Shades Adventure????
Who the fuck is DJ Shades Adventure??
There was his blog.
I could of wrote all kinds of shit.
But i didn't because i am silly.
I am regretting it now.
I could of well took the piss.
My old mate DJ Shades Adventure could suddenly have become well into shit like car stereos and Porsches.
And football.
And bumming.
hahahahaha
Sorry.
I'm such a cock.
Why can i not get further than a few lines without bringing up the old football prejudices gay locker room rugger boy pack mentality wanker stuff.
Dunno.
Maybe coz people into sports where man is pitched against man,healthy competition encouraged and all that manly i'm a fucking idiot i'll wear the shirt and show my colours please accept me can i be part of your gang?what you looking at cunt,i'm a man stick a glass in your face stuff,
makes me sick.
Tonight anyway.
Usually i'll wear a Spurs shirt.
Hohohohoh
So there you have it.
there you have what?
I've forgotten what i was going to say.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
I remember.
Yes.
Who thought our stuff was secure eh?
If "Dj Goody two shoes whatever his name was" suddenly swaps identities with Cement you Cunt,
What the fuck?????
He'd be corrupting children by now.
Stay out of my fuckin blog.
you bastard.
Keep ya fucking Porsches and ya sports.
Yeah fuck off.

Notes from the sex manual

MTV promiscuity pornstar culture.

Sex is precious.A womans body is totally fuckin amazing.Every single fuckin bird on the planet with their bumps and holes and odors and crannies.
Be grateful for every kiss,every touch,every fuck,every intimate squelch.
I see a whole generation of young women opening their legs as casually as opening a tin of cat food.
What the fuck????
You are the shit!It is not good to be a pornstar.It is not good to fuck your girlfriends.
SEX IS PRECIOUS.YOUR BODY IS PRECIOUS.GROW UP 1ST.DECIDE TO BE A FUCKIN SLUT WHEN YOU ARE ADULT ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER.
This book is about loving the best thing in the world,PUSSY.
Love and respect.
Girls.I love you.
Thankyou.