I have been away

Now I am by the river

Next to the water

The swans are always near

There are so many of them

I fell off my bike

In the middle of the night

They came over to me

They sat and watched

I got up from the floor

I had hurt my knee

But I said I was ok

They sat and watched 

Until I got back on 

And then I cycled away

That night I thought they were magic

That they came to see me

To share the air 

With me

And made sure I was alright

Then I found out

They are carrion birds

If I was dead

They would have feasted on me

They came to see if I was dead

You will find me

On Saturday night

This Saturday the 13th night

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to America

They could not believe their ears

as I sang them my songs

you know the ones

that I mean

they laughed behind their hands

so much

it made me confused

then I noticed

all the rude things

coming into the air

from me

that is why

they went red faced

Corrupted

Happy making

for all

in the end.

since we last spoke

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I realise that this bog

does not tell anyone what I am

I am fine with that

I have a face

and some songs to sing

from my mouth

my innocent

mouth.

Thank you.

If you want to get to me

you can do this

send me a mail

to here

jobelowconcertina(at)gmail.com

Then I could send you a video.

Especially if I met you here

shhhh >magic circle< Last night.

This is happening

In stoke Newington

The band are before me

They make a sexy tunes

(Rumpy loin stirring music)

By Jaques Brel

Then I am on

Jo Below

At Ryans Bar

Stoke Newington

Sunday 24th June

3.00

In my mouth

The ribs, they are calcifying

The kneecap piece

which is lost

May be finding its way back to its cap home

After this

I have one statement

that stands alone

Never again

On the Icy sheets

Will I,  with metal blades on

Roam.

at The Bright Club

Thankyou….for letting me shoehorn my words

into the subject of ‘Humanities’

You were the Bright ones

I was the extra words and music.

And to you Underground Unplugged

This is a new night

It is good

VERY good

And thankyou

to the person that told me

how to make a name turn blue

and become a link

You know who you are

There is a tee-shirt in it for you

Not really.

that you might like to know

Maybe I will see you there

Because I am going to go

too.

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This is called ‘The Bright Club’

Full of clevers.

I will also be there.

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This is called ‘underground Unplugged’

Because it is acoustic.

You see.

So you can come

And listen/look to/at me.

My mother took me to see a house

I understood that we may be moving

It was nice

And big

But then we went up to the attic

Hanging off the beams there were enormous Drips

Of water

They had faces and told my mother, in unison, not to move in

Then we went back downstairs

And left

Without saying anything to the man

When my father asked how the house was

She said ‘nice, but it’s not right’

She never mentioned the drips

And we never spoke about it again

It was quite unsettling.