firstchurchofcannylad

2003-12-02T00:03:00.000Z

FINANCIAL REPORT
sometimes i feel
that all i need is
a good seeing too
perhaps that would
consolidate all my debts into
one big problem
clear my ccj's
of the heart
get payment for any accident of doubt
i've had in the last five years
(whether at home or at work)
i've run up massive bills
on my lovelife's creditcard
and the hard thing is
i know i'll never be clear
and my home may be
at risk

2003-09-20T00:43:00.000Z

GUM
nor is it weird
that i should find myself here
amongst all those who are troubled
or at the least
slightly confused
i have never known my place
socially, personally, historically,
with those who wear comfort
like a tattoo
to be blazened on tanned muscled arms
i shudder here white
like some christmas ghost
out of time, out of place
shouting loud loud
to those who are deaf
to insects

beneath their shoes
i know where they have been
can track their movements
and their lies
until they scrape me off
to lye
where they may tread
again

2003-09-20T00:38:00.000Z

IN THE BAR
late darkly
i saw a man, shabby,bestial
who,leaning quite precariously,
held his glass in his hands
and drank of it.
i said "is it good, friend?"
"it is bitter-bitter", he answered
"but i like it
cos it is bitter
like my girl's
heart"

2003-09-20T00:20:00.000Z

THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE KUSHAM BAG
& at midnight
when others seem to be lying
with loved ones
(or at least someone they're used to)
and the door is finally locked
on the all-night garage
that's when the demons come
with their snide words
& their insinuations
& those black thoughts
that coffee
& daytime tv
keep abay during the day

they do not come on big black horses
they do not come in cloaks of black
they do not come with dust & curses
they come with beer
& curry snacks

2003-09-20T00:11:00.000Z

CULTURE UNCOVERED
beat to hell
lost and wondering &
my mind finds that it's been
just a bit
pixilated

they say that in olden times
or at least during the
17th cent
they would send the
young men of europe
on a
grand tour
to discover the culture
to discover the roots
to discover the poetry of
italian whores and sometimes
church roofs

we just go to
halakdiki
or however you spell it
between dante and red bull
& vodka
& find whatever beauty we can
midst the disco lights
and the sky camera crew

2003-09-20T00:08:00.000Z

PISSHEAD
i could wait
until the morning after
but i might as well
get it out the way
now

i'm sorry
i'msorry
ims orry
i'mso rry
i'm sorrry
i'msorry

by the way
did i tell you
that i'm

2003-09-13T02:45:00.000Z

THE DARKNESS
if i was young
and full of spunk
i might love them
and in a way
they are no different
to grunge or punk
or nu-metal
but
honestly
when you hear that singer
hit them high notes
aren't you secretly glad
(however politically incorrect it might be)
that mr. mercury is
dead

2003-09-09T00:00:00.000Z

UPGRADE
i tried to upgrade
to HappySettledLad 3.0
but
unfortunately
SadBastard 2.0
was my default
setting

2003-09-08T23:50:00.000Z

AT FOUR AM
they come for you in the night
that what's said
that's what they say in the papers
or the gossip on the streets

like an early morning milkman
rattling away
the noise a slight echo in your dreams
in between the snores
and the occasional fart
and you can't be sure
if it's real
or some lingering dreamguilt

then the banging
and the flicker of flashbulbs
and the murmer of neighbours
and the further confusion
and the passing contingint
of idle bystanders
and you just can't recall
the things they're accusing you of

you just went to some meetings
you were young and idealist
and this girl that you fancied
was also a member
the times they were different
but now they are changin
and the strange thing is
that now you can't remember
her name

2003-05-30T13:29:00.000Z

TWELVE
i had not yet wholly absorbed
the dodeccaphonic system of
schoenberg
& my sublimation of serialism
& stockhausen's
"Gesang der Junglinge"
was many years away
but i could play "Ernie
the fastest milkman in the west"
on the school piano
& that was enough
to at least
cut down on the beatings

LOCK IN
why do we bother with this rigamarole
of late night drinks & talking shite
i know my elbow from my arsehole
but both are similar late at night
though one is bent & the other puts
& in the morning my bad guts
let me know
my liver's far from coping
& on the way home
the curry house was open
& whats there to remember?
turn out the lights! my eyes!
what time is most appropriate
to phone up and apologise?

CATCH 2.2
a young cousin
troublemaker
never could be trusted to borrow
grand theft auto
sold it on to his mate
burberry cap
told you that he'd lost it
or your auntie threw it out
no good complaining
he wont apologise
just threatens to tell yer mum
where you keep your porn
though he's the one that gave you it
in the first place

2003-03-28T11:57:00.000Z

REMOTE
not wanting to see death
but still flicking
from fox to 24 to cnn
a liberal voyeur
shaking my head to deplore
but searching out for shock & awe
like james stewart in Rear Window
hoping wrong's not done
but paralysed with
the thrill of it all
polite & so enlightened
but excited to be frightened

2003-03-24T15:05:00.000Z

SORTED
a french writer called
George Perec
once wrote a whole novel
that did not use the letter
E

can you imagine the effect
on the 90's
if Bez
hadnt?

SLITS
punk once told me
rules are there to be
broken
i ran amok
in
W H Smiths
there was plastic strips
everywhere

MY LIFE @ 42
you have
no new
messages

MY LIFE @ 43
i once exchanged my chance of a
love life
on Saturday Swapshop
for Kerplunk

Looking back at it now
i probably made
the right choice

2003-03-03T13:49:00.000Z

BRASSY
i have been learning the tuba
no
dont laugh
one day i will change your oompah
to despair
with the touch of a
minor key

SPECIALIST MAGS
on the metro today
i saw this man reading a mag
"Tramways & Urban Transport"
pictures of trams from moscow & lille
i know my interests may be esoteric
joe meek's bass players
the art of top of the pops lp's
elisha cook jr.
but this seemed very specialist
then i thought
for me this trip is just
going to work
for him,perhaps
a big adventure
the last journey to be marked off
in his I-Spy book of urban transport

with this thopught
i smiled at him
he got off at the next
stop

2003-02-27T11:03:00.000Z

2003-02-26T13:51:00.000Z

the following may disturb,perturb or bore

2003-02-26T13:42:00.000Z

DISCLAIMER
these are the first enrtires
& as such
there will be a few
give it some weeks
i'll get bored
i'll not get to the cafe
(to download)
perhaps i'll just think
"oh,maybe you shouldnt say this stuff"

whatever
it's an adventure
& the world's not perfect
& i dont live with you
& its pretty out today

i really dont claim any of this to be
GREAT POETRY
--it's not wordsworth
or eliot
or ayres
i dont care
its a random cacophony
that wont let me
sleep

BRUSH NYLON
my skin
is not paper thin
more like a Brentford nylon
not fully dry
but still with charge
to give out spraks
in 70's dark

i dont expect you to relate
if you were born
in 88
but if you're old
like me
or Stuart Maconie
i'm sure you'll
understand

PERFUMERIE
there's something about the air
of vinegar
that makes me gag
tho' i shouldnt complain
i like a fag
& folks say "Gar,
that smell is ripe
you reek like tar."
folks like a pipe
it makes them think
of their old grandpa
not some drunken twat
with a cigarette

TAXI RIDE
that uncomfortable silence
filled only with
"are you busy tonight?"
&
"what time do you finish?"

EARLY MEMORY #4
the warm smell of the radiogram
& the joy of playing
Pinky & Perky
at 78

2003-02-24T12:24:00.000Z

whatever will be will be

2003-02-24T12:08:00.000Z

welcome to the first church of canny lad, the workplace and worshiphouse of g. w. lang.who knows what may appear here throughout the years ahead and what visions we will share.this is only a beginning.let us rejoice for the future yet to come!