1. Hell Mouth (traditionally an anus)

This Not, this Not, this Not, this Not, this Not that only Love dares to tease undone

"In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a dismal wood, astray.
Now was the day departing and the night en-browned with shadows.
As fall off the light autumnal leaves, one still another following, so Adam's evil brood cast themselves.
Through me you enter eternal pain.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here." (Dante)

(Station announcements as listed here or dispersed across the following track)

The 007 to Bliss has been cancelled, The 007 to Bliss has been cancelled. There is a replacement Dis service to the Fundamental-Hospital and a private-I'd Dis-pensary on every corner. The Night Train -CALLING AT DIS ENTRY, DIS PEPSIA, DIS TENDED, DIS FUNCTION, DIS GRACE, DIS RESPECT, DIS AGREEMENT, DIS COURAGE, DIS TRUCTION, DISOMER MURDERS, DIS SEMBLE, DIS CEIT, DIS ASTER, DIS PAIR, DIS BELIEF, DIS ORDER, DIS STOPIA, , DIS TEMPER, DIS GUSTING, SUBWAY, DIS Mouth Folk Festival, Endless Scheidt on Radio 3; the Head Orifice of the Dis-Servative Party and the Headache Q of O HELL Magazine. Dis-cend here for Depths of Profound Ditty; the Farewell Dis-appearance of Frank Sin and the Ego-Pivoting Dis-co.

(The Dis Pleasure Dome, Dis Quiet, Dis Comfort, Dis Spite, the Dis Self Unemployment Exchange; The Slough of Dis Pond, Khyber Backpass; CHARYBDISPUTATION, Hell City FC (‘Going down, going down, going down) DIS SPOIL, DIS UNION, DIS TRUST, DIS CORD...)

2. Hell Central (ghazal)

The night train West voids a soiled brown note and leaves the downfall station;
Goodbye Cruel World - I trust you received THIS communication?

The Zoo-break heart-freeze sin-beasts of Dante shadow the Circle Line,
Paddle up shit creeks out in the Styx to Dis-on-Vacation.

Spine-chilling out dark half glasses of Daily Hell, Bank Holiday
Messiahs Dis-May my heart; Dis Troy, dim Dante’s Vision.

Blind scentless furies and self Dis-abusers hawk heart Dis-ease
As the Dis Mall burns: Dis-balled Cinderellas; Dis-simulations.

God save me from my Dis-tinted spectacles’ bewitching
Bewildering shadows of Dis-appointment Dis-guised as Eden.

God save me from Dis-consolation Dis-course; Fifty Shades
Of Grave; the pinched shrill of Avant-God; this don't-know-'Who' we are from Adam.

The name is Bond. Adam in a Bond. The actor who can’t go on.
Wash off this do-do, Not this Not this, this suicide mission.

Hell isn’t other people…….It’s ourselves, our self-fulfilling
Cock-up conspiracy clouds; our I-land’s alien nation.

Marx says to do is to be; Sartre to be is to do, Sinatra
Do be do be do this ‘Not’ only Love dares to tease undone.

WHO to do or not to do? to be or not to be? Who’s that
At the tunnel’s end? Death (Love?). I embrace your oblivion.


Don't shoot!
Bang! Right through the hole in the heart.
Who dares to love?
Dr Who Am I: I dare
Lt O Who Ru: I dare
Who are YOU?
Dr: pilot, from the West.
Lt :, navigator, from the East.
Whom do you serve?
Dr. I serve the Avatar.
Lt. I serve the Avatar.
Who dares serve the Avatar...Kill them!

Reg Blarney:
Well hello there astro-knight grail questers. I'm afraid that owing to a suicide on the line, the Night Train to Dis has stalled, buttoning to an arrangement we have with the managers of the second heaven, which as you know is just heaven in reverse, if you'll just accept the inner microscopes we're giving out, and look inside yourselves, you'll see the heaven you might have had if you hadn't jus all been such naughty girls and boys. So, here it is, starring the drop dead gorgeous Helen Heaven the inner flight movie-

3. Helen Heaven (inner flight movie) (ghazal)

How can I tell you last night in the tavern unsteady as I was,
Great glad tidings were bright to me by the angel of the hidden world?
(Hafiz.)

A Roman candle – both ends – a seized handful of lightning,
She fires through the heavens like light streams off an angel’s wing.

So mighty and subtle, a charge off of yin and yang,
The craft’s me, and I’m her: love-fuelled, she flies to every whim.

The Maimed King’s white-robed daughter, her eyes red with strange desire,
Steers dreamland below – wakes life from dead Earth - by wishing.

Above dreams, I see hereafter’s warp-speed joy and pain: trance
Of soul-sending bliss; agony of sins’ un-thinking.

Six hundred and sixty six rockets shoot over like stars:
Flight paths clear of congestion and endless delaying.

It’s not sober in heaven, Calypso measures pour down;
Pure spirit unstopped by flesh; wild uncorporate singing.

I’ve pub-crawled from the plane into this heavenly city,
Tavern drinking to an Absent Friend I should be meeting.

(Stuck. A Catherine Wheelspin Lotus to Nowhere. Fast. I’ve stalled
The mission, the Earth and its peril, the Master’s calling.)

“O God-dazzled, leave this dream, which is heavenly shadow
Of Grail light, and follow Me where such wish-life is nothing.”...


Debt-ridden sinners redeem themselves in galloping hells:
Last Trump!
Thick sins in deep shit, thin in shallow - below my high living.

4. Dis End Leading To Hell Bottom

Dis End. The Night Train terminates here. No change for the wicked or rest for the damned.

Solidified might, past-imperfect as is.
Birth of the deadliest thing on the planet,
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.

Damn all these currents of feeling that kiss
And wear me, so much, with their wetness, or grit,
Solidified might, past-imperfect as is.

Silence, a stare, are my anaesthetists.
I freeze out pressure, heat. I won’t admit
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.

Sunshine, tears, won’t melt my heart like Ice’s,
I’m dead hard. Whatever moves, I’ll kill it,
Solidified might, past-imperfect as is.

I went to pieces once; perhaps round this
More grainy core, less brittle, I can fit
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.

Made of dead reactions, buried stresses,
Grist to milling Earth, I’ll never quit
Solidified might, past-imperfect as is.
The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis.

Staff announcement. The skeleton crew should remain on board until a ghost train can be found to return ye to your underground stations-

- Suicides and sewage workers joining the Night Train yer from the Valley of Shadow of Death should expect long delays as the River Ycheron is experiencing a flood of effluents owing to the supernatural antics of Kuber on Heaven 002.

- All other bad ass souls should now proceed to Eden 000 for the fitting of the Love Suit and then board the Astral Plane as tis ready to leave. The Garden of Eden - your next station stop!

(The rest of ye - tea break's over. Get back on your heads!)


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