22 December 2013
Speed Bomb
18 December 2013
Dolphin
Necrophiliac
poor boy has a gimmick
he contacts the deceased
with glass beads
and cardboard figurines
his memory resurrects
the dear departed
through necromancy
and bad poetry
he disarms them
with his european smile
and easy charm
but his smooth patois
conceals a deep distrust
of the living
and morbid fascination
with the dead
.
17 December 2013
Euthanize
treatment is symptomatic
there is no cure
no wonder drug
no universal panacea
just elemental narcotics
to ease the pain
of twisted nerves
in a deviant body
a little chicken soup
who conjured up this
slouching abomination?
his furrowed brow
and unnatural posture
speak of untold burdens
so feed him, free him
turn him loose
put a bullet in his brain pan
and bid him farewell
.
15 December 2013
Voiceless
Poor Boy looked into the sky and said:
“Oh God, please get me outta here...”
But God did not hear him
The distance
Between
Heaven and EarthBeing what it is
Silenced at birth by unseen hands
It was more than just the money
(or lack of it)
There was a poverty of spirit
And a quiet sense of shame
That couldn’t be erased
He was a sounding brass
A hollowed out man
Just one of billions
Stuffed down the crapper
The justice in that
For the moment escaped him
.
14 December 2013
Undertow
cancellations will occur due to unforeseen circumstances I’m coughing my guts up a gasping clearance of the regurgitate burning reflux that’s a choking sign many are the good men who drowned in their own vomit that’s not the way I want to go
the final slumber the
open gate there’s an easy route to accidental escape gluttony and carelessness don’t swim too far there’s a shallow shelf then it gets real deep the undertow will drag you down beware the undertow drag you down
12 December 2013
Indica
Lend me your implosion
Spin me some indica
Light me a sensitizer
Pass it on quick
I’m not long for this dimension
Give me metabolic connections
To the man within
Direct me through the proper channels
To the district coordinator
For the living dead/undead
The lean mean concrete machine
Is grinding me down
Dehumanised and processed
Into human pate
I got the F-E-A-R
Chronic
.