Where does one start? Well one starts with the man who brought to a close so many nights at Slak, Dan Cooper of Brown Torpedo:
Might get a @slakbar tatt in homage to the greatest late night bar Cheltenham has ever known x x sad news x x SEE Y’ALL THERE THIS WEEKEND
— Dan Cooper…
Slipslide through the upside
Wet pavement reflecting
Neon wasteland at our feet
Sucker for the colours
Sucked in
Your hair got wet
Our clothes a second skin
Heard you say we’re walking like Ghost Dog
This rain we’re part of
This rain
The streets so desolate
Empty resonate with each step
Steeped, we dissolve
Undo these blocks
Undo this
Jump start
The robot heart in me
All colours and shine and connect
Here a pulse
Here a rhythm
Here a spark
Its own universe measured
No want found
Abundant design
The bright flicker-flash of electric in love
The hum of purpose
The snap click’n’fit as awareness kicks in
Everything is
Yes
Walking in his skin
How’d you damn well get in
Wrong eyes
Loveless
Touches the same
So wrong
Please be in there
Still beating, still breathing
Fight God damn it, reclaim you and yours
Do it and fast
I am at my last stand
Deaths and scars, too many for one
You would add to that
Set him free or face the wrath heart of me
And I will fight you to the death
The language I embrace
Is made of win and ace
Of lols and hells and yeah
Suchmuch creative flair
Slick epic-awesome words
That sucketh not when heard
If meh or made of gay
Choice mouthwords slay the day
Choke
Knuckle throat
The punch of being nothing
My lessons in rejection
Tossed and ragged
Asunder
Tinder girl
Left to ash and under
Packed right down
Where only strength may breathe
To @charliesheen
King of the meme
A fledgling orator’s wet dream
He keeps them guessing
Keeps it clean
#WINNING hard on every screen
All the best ones are harassed
Left till last
Frantic synapses
A million clamor-happy thoughts
And all of them acknowledged, all explored
A beautiful fret
A merry process
A means
Apologetic to a fault
Susurrus of sorries
Everything to everyone
More to me
A relative wonder
Too good for ‘Them’ and ‘They’
The cherished underdog
The better man
Is this the way it ends
Left overs
No amends
Barely friends
Each fresh imagining, small torture
Paper thin resolve
Naked to fate and fear
So foolish to have dared again
Too much, too much
Life suspends
A tendril, now transparent
Strains for the peace hope lends
I’m a brain invader
A spaced crusader
You punched my clunge
And you melted my radar
We’re barely legal on a pop-lock bed
Your socks are cool, what’s in your head?
The vibe’s electric
The music eclectic
Fixing my heart where the world has wrecked it
It must be this
Just fucking kiss
Explosion of hells yeah
This is the best bliss
Escaped.
Sanity battered but breathing.
Flinching at freedom.
Accustomed to little, this lot is epic hope and barely believed.
What fate has kissed this.
What right.
Which welt of the wheel now.
Trampy tramperson sits with a can and with lank greasy hair, he sits and he plans.
How he will bang all the world up to rights, he’s gone over words, he visualised fights.
He knows what he’ll say to the ones who he blames,
the knobs and the fuckers, those bastards will pay.
Nestled in piss stains with stub yellow digits he fingers his fag box he twitches and fidgets.
He dreams of a day when his body won’t ache, when every rasp breath won’t resound with complaint, when sleep will come easy and hope doesn’t take the courage of kings and the strength of saint.
The Pound
It goes up and it goes down
I’ve found
It unsound.
I’m confused
The dreams and in them.
Real the touch and certainty.
So Sure.
Sleep creeps off and with it the sense of ease.
Conscious mind safely caged has rules.
Now an echo.
Now nothing.
Fickle senses drop anchor.
