Old Love


Is it so wrong to question the reason
Why little old ladies
Push in line, any season
Is it just disregard for their fellow man
Or the rules we live by
They push where they can

Perhaps I’m being silly
Perhaps I’m at fault,
Is it my aura
My attempt at gestalt

OR maybe, just maybe
The little old lady
Hunched and shrivelled and pale
Has come to realise that which we all fail

The line is a myth
Enforced by perception
You can see the flaws inherent
With little dissection

Because we are all animals
Beasts, even vermin perhaps
The little old lady just knows that’s the acts

So push in my friends,
Go on I dare you
What’s the worst that could happen
What will they do if you fail to

Push in, push in
The old love knows this
Or enjoy polite society
Quietly taking the piss

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Coming Soon – Plan 559 from Outer Space mkII


Coming soon from Five59 Publishing, Plan 559 from Outer Space mkII is a new Science Fiction short story anthology including short stories from Adam Bennett and A.Alexander.

Goah’s Ark, by Adam Bennett, tells the tale of Fal, Dareon, Lack and Atien, and the last skyscraper on earth, which holds the final vestiges of humanity safe from the ravages of the nuclear winter raging outside.

Andromeda, by A.Alexander, is a flash fiction about the last sentient being from earth, a small space probe rocketing between galaxies for a million years after the last humans are long dead.

Available on Amazon from the 15th of April.

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Kicked out
In a sea of pain
And disharmony
Left outside in
The cold, it freezes so
Skin turning warm, the ice
Eventually burns
The warmth of
Whisky in a squat glass
tearing down your throat
Chemical Castration
Artist’s procrastination
The sea is endless
The horizon surprisingly far
Unreachable unattainable
Shimmering with promise
There is no ending
To the distance required
To go, to stay would
Be the end
And yet, it seems like
Staying safe
And comfortable
Is the only recourse
Taking the leap
Will fail of course

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Memory is a fickle mistress
That bitch rules our lives
All this soul searching
Because of the Ides
Of March
Approaching Fast
Already gone
And yet it remains
We retain
The sliver of information
Fed piecemeal
To the nation
To the world
Cannot allow
The truth to air
The billionaire
Is sacred
An immutable
Impugnable and
Distant master
Ruling over
Filled with laughter
At the struggles
Of the man
Beneath the heel
Almost beneath
The very notice
He craves
And when the stars come
Out to shine
Their light down
Somehow it hits them just
The same
There is no difference
Excepting intention
Pure effort and yet nothing from the
Right direction
Free the people
And yourself from greed
Find the only truth 
You need


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That Old Fear Dance


Living in fear
Despite no one around
No one to hurt you
Face pressed to ground
And surprise ain’t forthcoming
Not on my behalf
You sold out to the fear
It’s been a year and a half
Since you saw that
Terrible sight
I don’t know what
Perhaps a terrible fight

A terrible fright
For you and yours
And now you want vengeance
But without any risk
Now you want freedom
Are you taking the piss
Family is utmost
And you just killed theirs
But the bombings don’t matter
They aren’t the cause
It’s just that Fear friend
The fear it is powerful
And palpable
And palatable and potable also
They’ll jam it down your throat
Any which way

News about porn stars and
Chocolate labradors
Mass media’s horn trumpets
News about whores
But where is the content
That addresses the why
Of all the fear
Felt by you and I.

There are but two emotions
From which all others stem
Our receptors are broken
We can’t feel one of them
Fear and fear, and FEAR alike
Rule our lives now
I’d say let the Love in
But I don’t know how

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Shower Horn


Waiting to attend my ablutions,

Full of ten thousand ‘fuck you son’s

It’s been twenty goddamn minutes

Need a shit shower shave soon

Try to be polite

Try to get along

Mostly I just want to hit

You with my fucking bong

Maybe thats the problem

Maybe im unhinged

Or maybe you’re a selfish dickhead

Needin showers to wash the binge

Away, away

Get yet gone

The shower, she is sacred

We need a signal horn.


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Day One


Day One might end up taking seven
It’s already taken three
The idea is a mystery
Why I do this stuff to me

What will it take
Freedom at last
Is that too much
To fucking ask

War wagers pay wages
Of a dollar or three
To kids making bullets
To kids taking bullets
To mothers and sons
And brothers and sisters
Of the dead ones

Frankly im sickened
Force is unfounded
Adept and novice
Are equally threatened
By greed unbounded
By faith unfounded
People using words to
Lure the others
Use lies to tell truth
The other way smothers

Creativity and wit
Are the tokens for life
Any other pursuit
Will surely bring strife

All in all
I guess you might say
Day One is Messy
Try again Wednesday

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