Grandma moon

Grandma moon

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I never met my grandma

Because she died of cancer (yA yA) 

Cancer of what I do know not (you'll have to ask her)

I don't believe in beliefs 

Like reincarnation and so on i am no yorksha bhuddist 

in a honky tonk donkey jacket and wind chimes 

Ommming it down the coal mines of Wakefield 

And clitheroe and tong 

I could never have been a welder or a rigger

or a anythinger that ends in "er" like electrician errr electrivia 

Well(a) there's a beginning to this story bur I shan't begin it cos it would very bore me knowing that you'd rescind its veritable premise and that would middle and end it cos I could not go on and so forth under such strict circumstances the pressure the ptsd the builderburgers syndrome and so on well 

You never know what's true 

Except that which is beyond you 

Your tawdry flares 

Your petty coats 

Your pentecost 

of eroded 

Conjecture 

Bingo halls 

Pie and peas and mint sauce vinegar 

Leather gloves the sum of callousness well who the hell

would want to play those games 

Barium meals 

Cigarette burns 

Dead greenfinches and a ballpoint tiger 

Down by the railway line 

Sing it

In the 1960!s 
hot hot hot

That was when she died 
During the cold war 

And I maybe would have cried but instead I formed a fatty and skinny double act with busty Keaton for my mum and me her angry scowling son in a green jumper and Jammy dodger hair with my grandma looking on and well I don't want to tell you the middle of the story either in case you cast aspersions and that's the first time I ever wrote that word I promise but when I was trying not to be a drug addict and I lived in a wobbly flat with melting walls and the devil in a wardrobe and i saw her and you'll never know the context cos I won't subject myself to your ridicule but Emmett E he was there and he will absolutely refuse to back me up because we were just too Fukn stoned and cold to know our Terrapins Britten amd Peers from a bar stool so there's no point in asking him about the toffee crisps and Steve Zarkos either cos he'd only be corroborant and that would dull the aquaduct of remittance then and there

But the doornobs 

The doornobs were very redolent and sensual 
and they made me think of her 

yeah yeah and I could only listen to dolphin music 
and Carmen and car Alarms,

this vehicle is reversing

and I saw her swinging on a crescendo of black doves in a field with steel toe capped ghosts and a couple of lost American demons and the devil in the wardrobe and cannabis in every abyss of screaming torment but the brass doornobs and the dreams which brought me gifts, literal tangible gifts were all it seemed like although I never met her because she died of cancer an echo of her a connection to the crescent moon which she swung from like a spider imitating Venus and smiling laughing swinging I can see her now and then whenever I am doting in that silver sliver and I was so happy to live with her benign tranquility in that beautiful flat with the devil in the wardrobe and the molten walls and the dolphin dreams and the undulating contours of eternity playing with the streams of light coming through the jam jar bay 

I was so happy that I left immediately

and went to seek out misery to play with

in some frantic London market

where the moon is small and yellow

And rises like a pall of rancor from a dirty smelly carpet. 

11/08/17