roll the window
down a bit and let me breathe
there were many
miles to go before morning splayed her thin grey fingers over the land I rolled another joint just a
small one all I asked for was a little dab of fire to
light my way the road was
long without even a whisper of which
way was home perhaps
there was no way home just the road and
the memories
I went to see a man about a monkey and left her standing in the rain while I sipped warm tea with my doctor I couldn’t care less I was that kind of arsehole the kind that bleeds for sympathy when he’s dark from psychosis and suicidal ideation but blows smoke up your arse when he’s high I could be quite charming when I was high
I heard you got
married
yeah I got
married
what was she
thinking
I have no idea
it would never
last it never did I gave it two years before she worked it out they all worked it out eventually it was the secret that would not be concealed this
man had no soul I did not sell it or trade it for eternal youth riches fame
or power I didn’t gamble
it away in some diabolical game of chance I
didn’t even throw it away in a fit of pique no I simply turned around one day and noticed it
was gone like a missing shadow I had mislaid my soul and had no idea
where though I suspected I may have left it standing
out in the rain somewhere
she said she
liked the cut of my cliché suburban dilettante
with a splash of druggy mystique but she said
and here comes the wrecking ball you have no soul the girl with the raven eyes said I had no soul but of course I have a soul that’s where the pain lies she laid the boot in where it hurts right
in the ego started a
downward cycle spiralling beyond my control
any fool can draw blood with the carefully chosen
word most use
the scatter gun approach and just chuck them about till something sticks this was
different I felt she knew me that
she had seen inside of me and found me wanting
an embarrassed
silence was the precursor to deep despair
I have to report that I got very drunk I tried to drown my sorrows but my sorrows can swim the
flotsam of my life crowded my head with unhealthy vibrations my clockwork messaging service told of rude change in the either region either
get it straight or go home to sulk I have no home just a domicile somewhere to lie
down when lying down is called for somewhere I keep my junk in case
I need my junk
how banal how
very banal the common
place misery the self indulgent woe why should I care what some stranger says why did her words burn pathways of shame
into my mind it was a lucky guess that’s all she
couldn’t possibly know that I had no soul
I was sickened
of my self pity I was sickened of my life if I was a real
man I’d have a gun I’d
powder my nostrils with kif and royal jelly and bed every whore who gave me the
glad eye don’t ever let
me outta here I’m a serial disaster waiting to happen I’m cooking up some of that good shit and I’m gonna lay it on thick and
fearless I’ll puke on your lap if you feed me enough I always bite the hand that feeds it’s
expected of me it’s part of my shtick
I got a third
class education gleaned from the pages of stolen books I was a part time visionary and a cut price casanova but
the charm of show business has long since worn thin the antidote to glamour is working for a
living mind numbing boredom scoops your insides out and fills the spaces with
dust I’m not complaining
don’t get me wrong I get
high I get low repeat (ad infinitum) the crest of the
wave the laxative slump that
tremor deep in the gut has me distended and extended beyond human limitations I’m a regular chameleon a hybrid human a
spaced out chimera
is my face on
straight do I look faulty the phoney me the
painted smile of synthetic man the weight of
me the shape of me everything is fragmented and broken here in the marginal regions of sensory
deprivation words don’t come easy if
they come at all words are relayed by proxy here laid out in some secret cipher known to
no-one but understood by all there is no asylum here no
sanctuary and no sanctity there is room for one and one alone it’s
never an easy fit you have to allow for shrinkage of the soul
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