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31 January 2019

Candles















I’ve seen people dying
incrementally
believe me
folk are soluble
and they can fade away

sometimes people die
very suddenly
believe me
folk are fragile
and can break so easily

and people simply vanish
unexpectedly
believe me
folk can disappear
without a bye or leave



21 January 2019

Societal Disease


















I started on the razzle
out of my fucking head
stumbling blindly onward
where angels feared to tread
but I didn’t fade away
I hung on by a thread
while the ladies of the parish
furnished me with bread

I had bills I couldn’t pay
and a monkey to appease
but that kind of generosity
meant I didn’t freeze
the truth is I was crawling
on my bloody knees
I was just another victim
of societal disease


19 January 2019

Solitary Confinement














unscheduled hallucinations
and psychotic interludes
plagued my formative
and shaped my destination
my beat bastard subscription
lapsed before endorsement
but I wish I could lie down
take a fucking telling
I’m so tired right now
I could drag the world with me
through dark corridors
to the great panopticon
where elastic promises
and suicidal compacts
are made by strange bedfellows
there are no
casual acquaintances
in solitary confinement

17 January 2019

Blood Rite

















I’m all jelly bone
and knee tremble
my brothel creepers
and crepe soul
slick with anticipation

tomorrow
is another
creosote sundae
but tonight
is a total eclipse
of reason

I bide my time
spilling my oats
on barren ground
to be washed away
in the menstrual cycle

my instruments
calculate trouble
word gets around
there are no secrets
in monkey town


16 January 2019

Sundowners

















don’t kid yourself
you know these people
just cause they button up
the same way you do
they got secrets to cash
and monkeys to feed
by day they hone
their grievances
forge alliances
and swear their oaths
as playground innocents
but at night
they are a different
species of stupid
when their kamikaze hearts
spur them to perform
localised atrocities
of obscene and banal
dimensions


14 January 2019

Liars

Last-Tango
you taught my tongue some tricks
I can weave real eloquently now
with a winning smile
and a twinkle in my eye
I've even fooled myself at times
we all want to believe in something
we all want to trust in someone
but I don't even trust myself
I'm dirty as the thirty pieces of silver
that secured my ounce of solid soul
and as deep as the phony veneer
that fails to conceal my corruption
so, ask me no questions
and ditch the disguise
save us both the effort
of more graceless contortions
as we make our goodbyes
.

13 January 2019

My Friend

white-peacock


they persecuted him

because they could

because it’s easy

to close your mind

to the different

and he was different

he was a peacock

amidst vultures

he was a libertine

in the company of slaves

he was a shooting star

who burned too brightly

and he was my friend

when there was no other

.

12 January 2019

flightless



I met a man
who was fighting 
his shadow
he was dull inside
and dead as a dodo
he spoke in tongues
strangely familiar
first languid
and then rabid
in a paralytic dialect
of mumbles and grunts
cunt was a drooler
a mewling loser
dredging an ocean
of heartfelt regrets
and bitter recriminations
he'd traded his allocated
ounce of solid soul
for the draught of oblivion
and I’ve seen his face before
in some distant mirror
but I don't know him
he's nothing to me
so show that bum the door
before he spills another drink
and then cries out for more

9 January 2019

Loner

Loner_02

she had those absinthe eyes

set in a fragile waifish dial

she possessed a laddish wit

that always made me smile

we were never really lovers

but we fucked once in a while

.

no, we were drinking buddies

and were seldom sober

but we were never truly close

because at heart she was a loner

and I wonder what became of her

when our escapades were over

.

8 January 2019

The Nice

Star

I had long since

abandoned hope

of ever forging

a masonic

connection

but had made

quiet inroads

amidst the nice


I could never

be one though

dull as ditch water

the nice

even the messianic

shun the nice

besides

my mere presence

fucks with their feng shui

.

4 January 2019

Menagerie

menagarie-ticket

there was no miscalculating

it was the season of ill will

those fractious lovebirds

were broadcasting citywide

they were at the ding dong

with the usual diatribe

concerning love and validation

guerrilla tactics were involved

I had to shield my mind

from their carnal dredgings

and squirmed with embarrassment

when they mentioned my name

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