our way

my lads have been chosen carefully,
fours my lucky number.
apart from their individual talents,
brains are required
also must have the right blood.
Irish English mix only

my mix
mongrel mix
best breed

BLINK

nice long deep sharp breath,its time.
we dont need to breach,but we will.
we need it,we must,our version of a fix.
as we cross the line of the smashed sliding doors,
our transformation has already begun.
not visual but somehow people can see it.

we are no longer loving sons and husbands,
and fathers.we are no longer the true friend,
you seek in your hour of need.

too late,the switch has been flipped.

we are now the making of nightmares.
we will imprint a permanent mental scar on your mind.
we will not feel when we see your faces contort,
with fear.we are numb to the smell of it.
used to the taste.well trained,more than sufficient.

out of your mundane lifes in less than three.
but will be with you forever.

BLINK

relaxing on my big shiny white porcelain throne.
turning over oversized wafer thin pages.
looking for old friends,and foes.

shower
bacon sausage,white pudding

BLINK

enjoying my pint in our pub,the *** ****
in our corner,in our neighbourhood.