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OUT FOR THE COUNT (Part
1)
£300.00
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WE REGRET...
Littered letter no bite from those who might
This paper cuts my wrist,
It's a twisted bitter knife
Cursed is my life.
A heart wrenched clench in my head,
It's all again excuse my French.
Another day I have to stay
I'm never on my way.
Just add another paper to the pile
Another rock to my stock
This nowhere despair leads to a scare,
I am afraid I've missed the parade
That this time is the lime that creeps and blinds,
In this over ground reject burial mound
I'm lost without a sound,
I've become a branded damned someday man.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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MAINS TESTED
Humdrum two-finger strum
Look at porn under potential scorn,
E-mail another chapter of chat computer brail spat,
Pimping my time temping, just a big lemming.
Sour as I lose another hour
Wish it was seven to the hour.
Draw my breath in, electric eye sigh,
See my captain Bligh,
Tuck into my digital porridge pie
Living my money high lie.
Give another bloody sigh
To them and they, not worth the pay
Though I never say.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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£300.00
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UPWARDLY MOBILE
Sports car whiz looking the biz
Sharp cut suit short cut hair,
Playing the monopolize game blood rare.
Big cheese to be with a boat on the sea,
Got the car already so far,
Around the board his pounds abroad,
Though could get the boot if they find his extra loot.
Not the office lap dog, doesn't sweat or slog
Likes to risk everything he's got.
Wants to be a top hat wearing fat cat
Knows who to woo in who's who,
Some community chest when he rests,
Takes his chance for that second home in France
Always passes go then collects.
Her majesties pleasure never a threat
The games his leisure
With pressure his pleasure.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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TAKEN ROOT
Couch potato slouch
Taken root in this burrowed furrow,
Been laid to rest been left to weed,
Undergrown with overgrowth
Broken dream can't seem to break clean
From this shattered matter
Life just getting fatter,
I don't believe I can leave
No belief left to weave.
Whispered sight and blinded voice
Second hand knowledge kills my courage,
Stuck in my box of glass and wire,
It's plastic craptastic but elastic.
(2000) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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SECRET LEMONADE DRINKERS
The bike shed fed-up confederate
Forsake the gripe water preach, for firewater breach.
Smokers climbing reach
Taken hold of these twice-plural peach,
Twist and turn inward through snakes about this juvenile brood.
High mood here at noon,
Time couldn't be more soon
Gonna bare all in a bar fly crawl, in a on the house trawl.
Came of their own age
Other people stuck on another page,
Can't see them grown what it means to be so,
It's all a big game to them and the same
Gaol bait with their dead mans curves, early rather than late.
They just want to have been and done,
Make or brake by their own sake
Make their own mistakes.
(2001) Acrylic & oil on canvas 40x30 inches
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£300.00
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BLUE COLLAR FLIRT
Fixed faced smile been served up a pile,
Dishing out without a shout
Could give this bloke a right clout,
Working stiff, Walking corpse,
Silent mind going horse
24-hour course,
Part of the work for a pound force,
In a wishing well spell
Vice-versa birth, it's a familiar verse.
Elbow-greased paper piece
By no means makes free with no head peace,
One eighty degree about face
You lose your aspiration after all that perspiration.
Wish I could come clean, taken for hereafter me
Instead of being the clearing up grafter that people see,
Having to pass out orders touted after.
Order up, twice over T-bone belly groan, 2 potato veg and 2 many peas,
Red-blooded vine washes away the delicious dead.
Complimentary mess scrub up, right up
Lucky I didn't give no lip, a worn suit forget-me-not tip.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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CHAIN GANG
Meeting of minds this lunchtime bind,
Grind and chew we work through our stew.
Let out for lunch just enough to crunch for this bunch
Those with a grumble,
Though always humble and those in a fun bawl
All in a low rumble,
Words fall from the mouth amongst food in a fumble.
HAVE YOU HEARD THIS?
SHE NEVER
SO HE SAID TO ME
AND THEN HE BENT OVER…
BLOODY GOVERNMENT
WHAT A BITCH!
TRAFFIC WAS MURDER ON THE…
DID YOU SEE…
(2001) Oil on canvas 36x28 inches
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SOLD
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FREE TO BE IT
Push button dial going mobile
It's so vile, become a member of the rank and file.
Grown into the landed global
Makes us all a noble,
An air of importance misplaced impotence.
Earshot ring just another din,
It drives all patience thin.
One of the beautiful people great and humble,
Stride deep-fried with pride.
Streetwalking roll up reverence,
Head turning milk-spoiling communion.
Talking about brains abortion, playing host to a third party ghost
Connected to the embryonic
Six billion.
(2000) Oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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SALAD DAYS
Work out bout thoughts are all about
Watching the clock boils my pot,
Taken this day's coerced commerce, fit to burst.
Get up and gone take what else, but more
My breathing spell this free time exertion,
Keeps my body's complexion
Can't stop, no let up, no let out,
By no means
Got to eat my greens,
Taxing my body is perplexing,
Wax and wane sex is our bane
Were tamed, slain by its pain.
But what an elastic chain
What a fantastic plane,
Can't sweep it clean,
Break and have been
Got to make sure I am seen
Get woven in between.
Make the good times forsake this body brake,
Never goanna eat times cake,
Be a victim of its crime
Keep to my salad days never lose my way,
Probably, well maybe, well will see?
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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£300.00
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CURB CRAWLER
Curb crawler in a journey staler,
Everyone sentenced to the cooler.
Amongst this rubber wheeled parlour
In an evening motorcar drama,
Under the breath nothing else just slander.
Though room to sprawl
Warm or cool with the wireless tool,
We are heart-eating heathens,
Driven deep in a maddening heat
Interwoven become the lead foot cloven.
Could happily kill,
If were stuck for much longer still.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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MIDDLE MAN
Here he is the piggy in the middle,
Living a middle existence in luke-warm company,
With receding hair, a patch in the middle
Pull over jumper with a moderate bounce,
This middle man, play it again Sam.
Last gasp of Friday's blast
Well and truly in the past,
Don't remember when it finished,
When my old life diminished
I became another, some other,
Old memory young strange and then some,
Now it's over I've come full around everyday circle round.
Square rectangular car and clockwork life
On middle wages in middle management,
Living in middle England,
Bang in the middle of town and country.
Lost in mid-life
Somewhere before the middle,
Everyone lost in the great chequered fiddle.
(2000) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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£250.00
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APPLE EYE PIE
Mother of pearl child with curls
Working twenty four seven at the other end of heaven,
Her angel apron tie, glad eyed and wide
Not looking to hide,
Fresh new staring through
A beautiful stew
Wrapped up through and through in a living two,
Time taken can't be re-taken
No time away life execution stay,
Five minutes along, too long away.
The going out in the opposite to the day no longer the way,
Lost leg scratch makes you maternally rash
Causes a clash
With the momentary freedom need,
Non-broken break feed.
(2001) Acrylic & oil on canvas 36x28 inches
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£300.00
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WEEKEND SACRAMENTS
Clockwork end time to transcend
Make ready to make merry.
Every single figure seam
Washed clean,
Laced by a chosen scented grace
Around your body face,
Iron steam make me pristine.
I want to gleam,
Be in every scene
A dancing fiend,
The mysterious one,
A silver-tongued devil,
Cheerful to the tearful, never fearful
Be the one that beams every woman's dream.
(2001) Oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£300.00
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SAME AGAIN
It's the weekend pretend,
We're drinking again
Same old sin, same again.
A pint-sized prize
One each in my reach,
It's the end of pay
They have no more say.
My friend and me its great to be,
Time to be free full of glee
The night will see.
We will drink and pee
Talk and almost walk,
Meet our pals that be
Here and there about,
Continue to squawk
Try to dance
Maybe catch a glance.
Lets all get away to a day away,
Next to the other day,
Near the after of that day.
(2001) Oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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EYES FRONT
Brimful had a ball and that's not all,
Awareness all.
Fermented vat in belly fat
Taken the imbibed bodily bribe,
Nature calling no fooling
Body begs to empty the alcohol dregs.
Unoccupied free to let, this vacant toilet,
Round the boundary edge
Never up the middle for a Jimmy riddle.
Open fly, quick before bladder shy
Come on old chap let it fly.
That knot untied my inside remains let out a sigh,
A wee high, relieved through my oriental eye.
Don't forget to think water sink,
Wash my fingers dry.
Bye for now to the gentleman stink
Back to the elephants pink.
(2001) Oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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