FEAST NIGHT

This feast night. Candy floss
by the plastic bag and hot dogs. Onions.
A swig of vodka
round the back of the Waltzer.
Scream if you want to go faster.
I touched his hand
on the twister and he touched mine back,
I think. Dangerous lights.
Someone is raging against the autumn dark
with bareknuckles.
A gang of lads
menace the dodgems. They swing
mallets. He fingers
her against the caravan. His breath
is hotter than whiskey
in her breasts and neck.
She notices
his fingernails have not been cut.

NO COMMENT

I wouldn't admit this if it were true.
Not to you. Wouldn't say I murdered
two elderly men or ran over a child.
I wouldn't admit to the rape 
of six nurses on a university campus.
I'd never let you swab my cheeks
for DNA without due cause.
I know my rights. I know that prisons
cannot hold me. I remember
the grin of the barman before
he poured those six martinis
in the lounge. He did not judge me,
even when I bust her lip and ran.
It's something everybody does.
Turn on the news and there I am,
an e-fit that was seen near the bank
just before the robbery. The police
are interested in talking to me
in connection with the incident.
That's not me in the reconstruction.
I was never there. They'll never catch me 
and I'll not come forward on my own.
You'd hate me for the things I'm rumoured 
to have done. I don't care. You think 
I'll never change and I won't. I'll never see 
the consequences if it means my life. 
Nobody will prove me wrong.

HOW LONG CAN THIS GO ON FOR?

How long can this go on for?

Rediculous faulse claim against me please help

Ill start by telling u what's going on.

I started talking to someone on facebook.

After 6 months she moved down to live with me.

Thats when it started going bad.

She started getting very violent towards me.

She was trying to stab me in her temper.

She smashed my radio alarm clock up.

So I moved out.

She then set up a test for me to prove my love

which was for me to find her having a cosy drink with another man.

The test was if I loved her

I would hit the other guy which I dident.

I walked away and for me that was the end.

I recive a visit from the police.

She had made a complaint of harrassment

and said I had been in her back garden at night

smashing things up.

I finished work and as I always did

stopped in tescos on the way home.

She was in the entrance waiting.

She looked at me and pretended to panic.

I spoke to my friend that night and told him guaranteed

I'd get another visit from the police now.

I was put in a cell at 10pm.

She has accused me of on 7 or 8 occassions

of having anal sex with her while she was sleeping

without her consent.

This is getting beyond a joke now.

I have lost 2 stone in weigh

and havent sleped for 5 months.

How long can this go on for???

How long can this go on for?

I just sat and watched yet another ref

cheat man u to what looks like another win.

We have seen this time and time again for years.

Blantent match fixing by the ref.

How much longer is this gona go on?

How long can young single able mothers keep claiming benefits for?

I know girls who are claiming £500 in benefits

from the government

because they decided to have a baby with no money

and somehow we have to fork up the cost of their lifestyle.

How long can this go on for?

Can anyone help because I do not understand?

We were told my brother was brain dead,

was told they were turning the ventilator off.

All paper were signed

for his organs to be donated.

We prayed a priest was called

and we said good bye.

Five days later he is still alive

and breathing on his own.

He is in a coma.

80% of his brain is dead.

How long can this go on for?

How long can this go on for?

Pre labour arghhhh

Since last Friday I have had 1-5 hours every day

of regular 6–10 min apart

strong braxton hicksy type contractions.

I'm permanently really crampy.

I don't want to complain

but last time my waters broke

and things just built up from there.

Me 31

DH 33

DS almost 3

DS2 6 months

How long can this go on for?

How long can this go on for?

My FH has now dragged on for almost a year.

It's exhausting.

My husband has hidden assets

which are revealed last minute

causing hearings to be adjourned.

The latest being a plot of land he 'forgot'

to put on his Form E.

3 adjournments.

3 times I went to court thinking, 'this is it, it'll all be over today'

3 times I've been disappointed.

I think my husband is quite enjoying the trauma he's causing.

I'm living in limbo.

could this go on forever in theory?

How long can this go on for?

I wrote in 2005 about the ridiculously never–ending battery life

of my school calculator.

I wrote about this again in 2007.

It's nearly 2012 and it's working like the day I bought it.

Two things worry me.

First, I have been writing, largely

to an audience of between zero and two for seven years.

I am still spending nine hours a day never too far from PowerPoint —

one of the worst applications ever written.

But this is my issue.

Second, given the growing and very worrying need to mitigate

and adapt to climate change,

clearly my Casio fX82 could help.

This is my five—point plan to avoid the now almost unavoidable

3 degrees rise in temperatures that will for ever change the planet:

All small and medium sized towns are to be powered by arrays of Casio fX82s.

All businesses are abandon computers for all but the most intensive tasks and instead use Casio fX82s.

The entire aviation industry is to be restructured based on the Casio fX82.

Instead of driving we will use Casio fX82s.

All mobile devices are to be incorporated into the Casio fX82's functional design.

What are the French hiding?

How long can this go on for?

Yet another kidney "infection" diagnosed.

Yet more antibiotics prescribed.

My temp is up crazy mad again

n my back feels like the welsh rugby team

have put all their boots in

under my ribs.

I've been trying to pack my truck for days

but 5/10 mins activity fks me.

This is just not me.

It's a horrible feeling of

hovering on the edge of up or down

or fking madness.

Drugs drugs more fking drugs.

I don't want more fking drugs.

I want to be fit, well, active.

Who knows?

How long can this go on for?

So Minni has had a violent sickness and diarrhoea bug since Friday

and was told it could last 7 days

but that we'd see an improvement everyday.

Just to give her sips of juice and stay away from milk etc.

So we just went with it.

We took her to the docs who sent a sample of her poo off

to be analysed and said she looked ok.

She's lost weight and just doesn't want to eat.

I am just getting used to the smell of sick and poo now.

What would you do?

How long can this go on for?

How long can 1 Euro and 20 cents last?

BEETENSON & GIBBON ACCIDENT CLAIMS CENTRE

for SF

The accident occurred at 9:38 a.m. 
on 19th October 2012,
outside Beetenson & Gibbon
Accident Claims Center.

Whiplash was caused to the driver
of the aqua green Nissan Micra.

A Ford Focus, that sped
from the scene, left a scratch
on the rear left bumper and left
side of the Nissan Micra, flecked
with vermillion clearcoat paint.

The car was later traced
to a teacher from Broughton
who had took the corner too fast,
being late for her next class
after attending a hospital appointment.
She had failed to stop.

She was charged with failure to stop
and fined £200, plus damages
and court costs, but avoided a ban.

A later civil suit, managed by
Beetenson & Gibbon
Accident Claims Centre,
found in favour of the driver
of the aqua green Nissan Micra
and ordered payments for whiplash,
trauma and damage to property

Everything was reduced on appeal.
There were extenuating circumstances.

A man in a white t-shirt,
who witnessed the accident
on his way to Beetenson & Gibbon
Accident Claim Centre,
told the police of another witness,
"behind that bench, over there," who ran.



Now with sound and Jo Whiley spitty mic technique: https://soundcloud.com/gavin-hudson-1/beetenson-and-gibbon-accident

BONES

for LA

I'm not sure if I love Booth

or Hodgins or Sweets the most,

but I think it's Sweets.

But I think it's Hodgins

when he id's beetle excreta.

But I think it's Booth

as he shoots bad guys
and looks hot with guns.

But I think it's Sweets

who reads minds with lips

like a pursed heart.

But it's Hodgins, if only

for Angelina who is amazing

and his baby. Sweets

for his eyes and piano

charm. Booth when his tough

hide sheds with a bourbon

and Bones comes through.

THE LONG NIGHT JOURNEY OUT OF THE FOREST

1.

It was easy going in, 
an assassin's hands
opened the bodies like lovers. 
Decked out in black, 
only the owls and night 
creatures saw me
descend the wet path
from the moor to the forest.
Night ego. As in dreams,
they were mine, but not mine,
that twisted the rope,
snapped it tight in a crack
of rainwater and lightning.
God, I felt so powerful
breaking and smashing the bones
with my fists. I was free,
a howl at the moon that echoed
to morning. A crescent
of blood still crusted
at each finger's tip
like an unopened eyelid.

2.

When they dug me up
I told them nothing, denied
I had been there, never seen
those boys in the photographs
nor heard their names whispered
along the bar, caught their breath
in my ear and promised them
paradise. I improvised, lied,
gave alibi after alibi 
for each night they described.
I rang true as a dented bell
then fessed up to stop
their questions and accusations.
I pled not guilty on account of 
my diminished responsibilities.
My father had hammered
the sense from me. They weren't mine,
but his, yanked the cable ties
tight round their wrists. I was mad
at the time, mad now. Crackers
on account of being given over
to the state in my youth.
Violence and survival were all I knew.

3.

I go to the forest each night
to watch the man hurt the other men
among the trees. Night sounds,
rainfall on leaf dropped to sludge,
the insects bickering over fungus.
He is no different to me,
but powerful, a horse-high, at least,
a barn door broad. He cooed
them like lovebirds to his forest,
his hide beneath the bracken,
a trap he'd primed with knives
and axes. But he loved most
to use his fists, manual work,
a thumb to bust an eyeball,
fingers to choke a scream.
I cannot escape their visits,
these fascinating ghosts that shiver
under his control excite me.
His muscle, his tower of flesh,
trembles in moonlight.

4.

The long night journey out of the forest begins
with an interlacing of hands, a kissing of palms,
a step away from the dead. We will walk until dawn
up to the moor, to the lay-by where we parked the van.
We will not look back at the forest, its secrets,
but keep eyes front. The engine will stutter to life
and drive towards sunrise. All things are waking
before us on the road, blinking and not looking back.

THE POOR

You will find them under any upturned flowerpot

in any middle-class backyard. The dirt estates,

where living is sky high, 13 floors up in a piss-stained

lift that stinks of filth. They live anywhere the coppers

daren't come, where dodgy goods can be sold, unhassled,

in pubs and NCPs. It's a fluid market of heroin for TVs

taxed from houses in less affordable postcodes.

Here cash4gold flows through fingers like vodka

tumbles down throats. Each day they try

and plaster the waterfall, try breaking even, but nothing helps.

No-one helps. The most desperate chuck themselves off,

solve their misery in one final leap. The tabloids they read

call them mad or evil, pap them living their high-life

on dole sponsored caviar and Lidl baked beans.

They aren't helpless, just hopeless. Even key workers,

who brave staffies in rooms they'd refuse, won't bring money,

just scorn for their parenting. Nobody listens to anger.

The poor. The worst of the litter. Gas them! Wouldn't it be easier?

A PRIVATE WARNING

for JO

You can't come down this road, it's private.

If you come down this road you'll be arrested.

Not arrested by the police. This is private

business. It is dealt with by somebody else.

No, you can't contact them. Their details are private.

They are to be kept on file. You will hear

from them soon when they get your file which is not private.

Your details must be shared. You have trespassed.

Ignorance does not excuse your transgression. Private

parties have a right to know of your sin,

have a right to know you have entered on private

property without permission. You will be sent

to a private correction facility where your private

parts will be exposed and mocked.

There is no right of appeal. This is private

business. Private business. Private business.