LIFE
Life is like a spiral with people coming and
going like sand blown in the wind. So many friends, lovers and hangers on. Some
I needed let me down and flew away, others fucked me stupid and stuck like
shit. I put it down to being human and the allegiances we make to ourselves and
others. It has been a crazy year for me as so many changes have happened, some
good, some bad. I came out of it in one piece and a better person, having been
on a journey through the year. Now a new one dawns – what will it bring?
MY
LIFE
So now I see life for what it is, a crazy
collage of feelings, events and emotions we all endure. Today I saw my mate in
Ward 10. Don’t you know that he nearly died as infection gorged his body? They
took half of his insides out and he’s hanging in there. I have a truly eventful
life – meeting pilots, gothic singers and tattooists. I have tried marriage,
promiscuous sex, Class A drugs, reckless driving for that crazy buzz of madness
– the wrong way to find happiness. The beauty of a delta wing killing machine
floors me, and names like Mirage and Mig lift me to the heavens, for I have
lived and seen many things in this fuck up called life which now seems to last
forever but in reality is only a second. Debbie was my soulmate for a short
period; every moment was times by ten, in intense excitement. I know it didn’t
last but that’s the way it goes, in the game of life – my life.
KING FISHER HEART 1
I am turning to face the sun, ready to face
her burning power. Will I be guided or blinded by her strong glare? Sometimes I
falter in the game that is called life. I have many talents and I know quite a
bit but there is always more waiting to be shown. I am like an eagle, majestic
in flight, but life says that the eagle can fall so easily. I have a girl who
is my king fisher heart: will she be mine – or will she fly away? We help each
other when one is down, but what happens when we both fall? Life is an ocean
with hidden dangers, the price of its beauty.
KING
FISHER HEART 2
I suppose it’s funny, the things that life
throws at me, how it all goes to fuck by the slightest mistake! Am I destined
to fail at everything I do, with defeat waiting in the wings to bring my eagle
down? How does one know when a good day crashes down? I know many things but
there’s always more just waiting to be shown. I have some scary weird dreams I
don’t understand – maybe you can help me and make life that bit easier? You are
my king fisher heart ready to fly away – like all I hold dear.
TRAGIC
FLIGHT
You feel like a wounded bird tumbling down
from the heavens with a broken wing dragging you down. The sky spins around in
a crazy swirl of emptiness, you’re falling so fast you seem to be standing
still. You wonder what will it be like when you hit the earth, to become one
with God. Will it hurt, will you suffer, or will it be so fast that you won’t
even notice? Every spin on your broken wing is a look or a kiss with a
stranger. When the ground strikes you down, is that the final fling or a crazy lustful
fuck? Or could a miracle happen to fix your wounded wing so that you can fly
again into the arms of your lover?
ABDUCTEE
You’re a girl like no other ’cause of what
you are. It’s not your fault that you got scared, cry at night or get so lonely
in a crowd. Everyday you ask the same two questions: Why me? And when will they
come for me? You get flashbacks of blinding pain and flashing strobe lights. So
when the aliens abduct you and you feel it before it happens, you wish for
death. Can no one see the alien ship as you float through your roof up to it?
No one believes you when you say you’re an abductee – aliens don’t exist, they
say – they’re just in our minds.
EVIL BITCH
The evil bitch in you has finally reared her
ugly fuckin’ head! Now it’s the time to see just how strong our relationship
really is, as we don’t give a fuck, do we, so we’ll hurt each other some more.
I can’t even remember when it all started – was it that tart I kissed while
pissed or your funny half breed ways, eyeing other lads up? It doesn’t matter
now, ’cause we’re at war and I’m not gonna lose! Do you think that I’m beaten
just ’cause I cried a bit? I’ll kick your ass if you do. I’m getting fed up
with a partner like you, so I’ll look for another and have some more flings.
Yes, I do love you but you can be replaced with another if that’s what it
takes.
LINE
It’s a fine line between victory and defeat.
In the heat of battle do you know which is which? Think of the difference
between genius and insanity, when does a brilliant mind fall over the edge? If
someone spreads rumours between you and your girl, who do you believe? This is
the game of life, when a wrong becomes a right and vice versa. We all go from
one extreme to the other, at some point. The silly thing is that we should know
when to stop but we never do, do we? Just one more affair or one more stolen
car. In the end it doesn’t matter because we are all as bad as each other. You
see, we don’t know what we had until it is gone – in this rock pool of life.
CHICK IN A TRUCK
Saw you parked up in your flash new wagon,
with your chick at your side. She’s got a lithe little body in her tight jeans
and skimpy top. And her eyes let it all out, saying we fuck all night good and
slow. Yes, I know what you do in those quiet truck stops at night! Was she good
and is she tight? ’cause if she is, I want a go! I want to feel her tight
little arse buck up and down and feel my hot spunk shoot right up her.
HUMAN SPIRIT
What a life, running on twin rigid train
tracks going to a certain point but how easy it is to come off then end up
hurt! You see, this is life and we are all in it together coping how we can to
do our bit. I do things differently than you. Sometimes I succeed while others
I fail. At least when I’m down I can say I’m not the only one. There are others
who end up off the rails now and again. We pick ourselves up and try again,
using the knowledge we’ve learned to do it right. I like to laugh and have some
fun, especially at Xmas to remember the good times, to forget the bad. It’s the
human spirit that really matters and I say to you, don’t ever forget it.
DELTA
BIRD
A sleek dart shooting across the heavens,
punching a hole through the clouds. The sun blinds the angels on this, the new
dawn as the Mirage rises to meet God; on a hammerhead turn the pilot turns his
plane to dive to earth. All below are woken from their slumber as he goes past
Mach 1. Soon he is gone to his faraway base with his sleek warbird that has the
looks of a goddess and the speed of lightning and the power of the devil.
MISCHIEF
I’m a pilot of a fast jet flying low over
Oldham town pushing my bird to the limit, max power and low level flight. Fuck
the people down below, I go supersonic at a hundred feet, nothing has ever gone
this fast, seven hundred and sixty miles an hour! All of the windows go through
with my supersonic shockwave. It’s here comes Nick with a wing hanging low!
Watch out! The houses are near. Too near and I crash and burn, wrecking half
the town in a jetblast of jet fuel and house brick. But I ejected and I’ll be
back soon with another plane to do it all over again to wreck the other half!
HAVOC
The A20 Havocs scream over Holland at fifty
feet looking for trouble in their game of death, they attack the canal network,
a flight of six planes. Turning tightly they start their runs, shooting tracer
shells that rip open the flimsy barges. In a huge blast the ammo load goes up,
taking a plane with it, falling debris and bits of fire, nothing more. Yet it
doesn’t matter – the others release their bombs turning a dozen of the
beetle-like transport barges into matchwood. Attacking the canal wall, they
breach it in three places, water running over the fields like a rampaging storm
tide. Nazi gunfire fans out across the sky, reaching for the planes, claiming
another one for their daring air raid, still a success. German Army supplies
destroyed, no more food and bullets for the enemy troops – worth six men and
two planes, the price of war.
GREY
Grey plane rising, in the sky, grey plane in the
sky, looking for a way, out to the West, homeward bound, lost in time. But his
quest is pointless, his journey futile yet he chooses to believe, blinded by
ignorance. Leaden clouds guide him, all motion stopped dead. Nothing except the
judgement of himself, why, when, where? His aircraft is no time machine,
incapable of mending broken love. All it can do is take and destroy what some
hold dear, till it’s gone. Soon he’ll be there dreaming of here, of a place of
his own and a complete circle. In his mind’s eye all is okay but reality brands
him a desolate wanderer, living in the past. All he has is nothing and a broken
life. When she sees him there, what will she think? Will she risk her new life
to talk to the past?
JUMP 1
Never been so scared in my young life! I want
my mother but she is dead – please someone help me. I don’t want to die in the
flames in a blazing metal coffin. I struggle form my position wondering where
is my ’chute? It’s only a minute before the plane goes up and I’m gone like the
others. It’s so full of holes and through them I see the burning wing. Cant get
my ’chute, blocked by the fire! God, I’m so hot, I don’t want to die. Not yet,
not like this! I want to be with my mum, I know I will be soon. I turn my
turret around and stare at the flaming city below… We did that, we are
responsible for all of that… if I don’t jump now I never will…
JUMP 2
Arse over tit into the black void I go,
leaving behind a blazing Lancaster and my parachute. I fall so fast with an icy
wind tugging at my clothes. Don’t know which way is up except where the city
is. Hours seem to pass by before I die but not yet ’cause the trees fly into me
and I’m spun into the snow, knocking the shit out of me and my God I’m alive!
SPITFIRE BRIDE
It was long ago in a time of war when I was
young, I can’t believe it was part of my life, but yes it was, that I’m sure.
You see, I was a Spitfire bride due to be married later that day. He flew
before dinner and got two bombers. I was so proud – my man was a fighter pilot
at only 21. As they flew off again I couldn’t wait to see him again but he
never came home – he died by a Messerschmitt’s guns. He has no known grave
except in the summer skies of long ago. I never did love again – I’m hoping one
day he’ll come home. Till then I’m a Spitfire bride.
GHOSTS
Remembering a ferocious machine with a shark
face painted on its nose, bearing those deadly guns like vicious teeth. Of
brown and tan colours to hide it against the flat European terrain, hunting
Germans at three hundred miles an hour, attacking anything that moved until it
was dead. The roar of engines and the detonation of bombs, hiding the scream of
the wounded in the cacophony of war. If you shoot this warbird down, another
ten will take its place. Now Europe ripples with the memory of war, of the
twin-engined Yankee attack planes taking on the Nazis and freeing Europe from
tyranny. Peace reigns – but for how long?
PICKLE
I’m thinking of becoming a hermit living away
from this wicked world with all of the temptations it brings. I want a life
with my girl and no one else but all of these other girls float on by asking to
be touched like some children’s plaything. Wouldn’t it be good to control your
brain, your urges and desires? People can do it most of the time except for the
once when lust beats everything. Life is a pickle knocked out of its jar.
BRIGHT NIGHT
Maybe this time we’ll succeed and get it
right, maybe this time all of the bad things will be out of sight, maybe this
time man won’t bicker and fight, maybe this time our star will rise and shine
ever so bright, maybe this time our love will survive the next time tonight,
maybe this time our friendship will climb to a new height, maybe this time I
won’t run because of my own fright, I hope this time we all do it because it’s
all right.
