she was too good to me I could never repay her kindness a certain amount of magic is necessary in love but all magic comes at a price my pockets were empty but my head was loaded any other weapon might have proved less destructive but I’m a killer with a killer’s destiny she spoke to me about heroin and death and love she tried to rehabilitate me but my heart was still captive to the oriental curse and I rewarded her devotion with slow burning indifference I smothered her with darkness and left her in the winter rain
30 December 2022
21 December 2022
the yule tide
it’s something o’ clock on the astral calendar that time of the year I’m put in the stocks cause I am tangential to the status quo too fucked up to go with the flow I’m all jammed up and glued to the spot because hell is social but I am not
I’m out of sync with the conversation another symptom of my growing alienation a greyish catastrophe unfolds behind my eyes as another fraction withers away and dies it’s the same old singer it’s the same old song something somewhere is going wrong
17 December 2022
nauseous
I spent my last afternoon burning foil every day I went to the well till one day my bucket sprang a leak the arse fell from the world nausea had my throat and I was humping air and filthy water I’d found the entrance to the 7th level of hell I was dissolving in a puddle of puke my revulsion was purely organic borne on waves of reflux action I was sickened so deep my organs ached my ego has taken a bruising but I’m bound to get lucky someday I’ll come back and buy this town smother the bitch with gasoline and burn it to the ground
16 December 2022
the dreaded love machine
if only in my head I always felt free let’s call it cheeky or maybe libertine I seize opportunity rock hard and ready sheathed in latex gloves I’ve more than once been mangled by the dreaded love machine but I have no regrets no bitter feelings more than once I figured I was only dreaming
there are no substitutes in this life everything that is is what it ought to be we are all just dreamers and this is just a dream but keep the channels open you can call on me I will not be defeated by the dreaded love machine
12 December 2022
the colours of the night
the moon was slung real low in a big lazy coupe de ville so close I could have smashed her
windows but I don’t carry no
stones in my pockets I’m merely packing bones I beat the sun into an early
submission it’s gonna be
dark for some time to come
the world has dissolved at my fingertips I know every colour of the night they were revealed to me one layer at a time it’s
not so confusing I saw it for a second it flickered in and out the symmetry of being has never been in doubt
9 December 2022
drop da bomb
drop da bomb on all gods and monsters
drop da
bomb on the alpha dogs
drop da
bomb on the smiling killers
drop da
bomb on the social network
drop da
bomb on the tower of babel
drop da
bomb do us all a favour
drop da
bomb end this slurry culture
drop da
bomb before it’s too late
8 December 2022
the fifth wound
this is the year of the locusts the season of the pig they dragged me to golgotha and tried to paint me red don’t ghost me now just because you can you might need a friend further down the line it’s a small world and that’s a fact we were bound to meet again I drew strength from that I’m counting once for sorrow and hoping twice brings joy I don’t pray for silver I only pray for gold so come on help me out minister to my wounds don’t pin me up again with your psychosexual harpoons
7 December 2022
vampire weather
it’s gone dark oppressive in the nether latitudes where we are imprisoned in endless night there are suckers here who’ll bleed you dry they’ll steal your words and feed you lies I stand accused of the things that I said but I won’t beg for mercy I’ll never kneel or bow my head I’ll strike no deals with my oppressors you know I’m not crying coz I don’t feel sorry the night is seeping in but I don’t seem to worry
5 December 2022
mister machine
my outside woman stole my sleep that’s okay I got my inside woman to cook my meat she won’t drag me down and she won’t turn me loose she loves me like a friend coz we have a thing that shines in the dark she don’t care where I go as long as I come back
I’m as regular as clockwork straight as a die and crooked as life no-one tells me what to feel or where to go or when to sleep do as I will that’s the whole of my law I got the mambo and the strawberry jam I do what I want just coz I can
I wasn’t meant to be tied down I have too many friends doing my rounds I may be losing all my wagers but I still feel lucky I’m still in the game I’ll go down loving I have no choice I’m mister machine lighter than air they say that I’m bad but I don’t seem to care
2 December 2022
lies
got banged up for telling porkies wasn’t the first time won’t be the last lies are social lubrication truth is a pill that’s hard to swallow lies are a common human currency truth is a jewel beyond comparison so rare that no-one sees it if it stares them in the face I’m saving mine for maximum impact it’s my secret weapon my get out of jail free card the final resort when lies won’t suffice
30 November 2022
sister midnight
she sees meat where otherwise serpents shine she carves deep her bloody policy seeks only to divide I knew her long ago in the once upon a time but we were never friends and she’s no kin of mine here comes the night the night that bears her name this bed of nails was a gift of design she said our wounds would keep us honest but that was just a lie she left her mark on me and taught me not to promise things I can’t deny she came to me a refugee there was some truth behind her lies she knew I was a thief but I never picked her pockets and she never asked me why but we shared a century of torments under midnight skies
29 November 2022
purple hearts
you’ve been busted comrade we know where you sleep we have this place surrounded your delusional thinking will not go unpunished you are not immaculate you are just criminal and you have no friends you shall face the scaffold totally alone
some say that genius is
an affliction of the mind that torment
inspires beauty and the hand of god has blessed the afflicted with his loving touch but they’re yanking your
chain madness is a lesion of
the heart a slashing torment of the soul and no-one hands out purple hearts for self inflicted wounds
26 November 2022
Gethsemane
are you one of the beautiful people?
were you provided
the opportunity to shine?
you need a
friend who can hold you up
I know where
you can cut a new deal
but you
gotta get righteous
buy the
t-shirt
and tread
the path
that leads
to glory
you’ll find
new friends
among old
enemies
making deals
in public
lavatories
coz loaves
and fishes
don’t mean
shit
when your
pockets are empty
and you’re
dying for a fix
25 November 2022
Abercorn Beach
did you get some peace when peace was offered? or is your hatred still a sacred cow? did you stick to your guns is that a virtue? yes I know the words but I won’t sing along
anger is stupid and stupidity kills so dig me a hole right next to yours I’m no
genius neither are you but I can see that victory is impossible in a war between friends
there is only losing in your philosophy the final blow will leave us both morbid and stranded on the shingles with memories of drowning boys who were taken away early by the
ebb of a turning tide
23 November 2022
astrology
bleeding out between the stars
it was
written in my sky
that I was
born of the night
to be
bioelectrically crazy
and idle to
the bone
but it’s not
such a raw deal
how can I
complain?
when midnight
serpents shine
in gardens
misty wet with rain
and even the
constellations
are pounding
out my name
20 November 2022
existential
this place burns me out with wearisome repetition its suburban cliché weighs heavy on my doldrums and I’m drowning in an ocean of sundays I’ve gone native in the great nocturnal I’m flying solo from now on in but I'll bail out before I’m found out for I have deviated from the norm so blanket me with tar and feathers lead me to the killing floor I’ve had enough of the social system my heart is heavy dread and my bloody knees are sore
17 November 2022
paint me blue
I fled my perch on a promise dived head first into your blues your terrible ocean blues you were snake oil and gold dust half pretence half mystery I fell for you like the sucker you took me for ‘call me sometime’ that’s what you said but I lost your number along with my head you seemed bona fide your credentials were good but I wasn’t committed just passing through what was the catalyst for my change of heart? I don’t remember was it something you said? the lies that you told? the tears that you shed? you painted me blue I painted you red I can’t reach you now why would I want to? your facts were all fictions I’ve been once bitten and that left its mark
15 November 2022
raven
death is the bird perched on your shoulder who counts your days and marks out your time that song is mine and never grows older so bake me some cake that was hard in the making this world belongs to my children and I
I’ve gone alfresco from no television I gather my
news straight from the vine we’re crashing
out to
another dimension these
shoes were insured for
sunnier climes I
poured me some sense from
an unopened bottle and drank me a truth that
won’t be denied
if you see it you’ll
be it so don’t get
excited this
train will roll to
the end of the line I
can hear music wrapped
up in thunder I
know the words that make us
divine I’m
like the raven that
carries you over and
paints you immortal if
you’re so inclined
11 November 2022
the ministry of filth
if you look for dirt you’re bound to find it like attracts like that’s the law of intent did you run out of pockets? have you lifted more than you can chew? you better give me everything before I wind up dead the pigs strip searched my mind prima facie evidence suggested I was ripe there’s something wrong with my brain it’s a simple mind bender from way back when did you see them? did you see my pornographic hands? did you get my text? do you finally understand? this is the ministry of filth and you are in command
9 November 2022
mister natural
old acquaintances can make for strange bed fellows more like accomplices than lovers but this is no next time round I’m no blast from the past I’ve been authenticated as 100% organic the totally genuine article issued in nineteen timbuktu
I’m not packing remedies in
my duffel bag you
can’t count on satisfaction coz I’m
just a minor distraction and strictly pay for view you
got my name and number if
you ever catch the blues tho I
might not come running the
way you want me to
6 November 2022
soot
I’ve got rockets in my pockets my
fingers are black with soot I have a
full load on and I’m taking a dive with
a head full of feathers I get so high it’s obscene when I get my shit together and I get my shit together more often than I should
others might turn to god but I turned to ashes I
tweaked my mind against babylon’s machinery
this
is the secret of happiness disputed through the ages in a
simple benediction that
ancient curse of the orient the fabled pipe of peace
5 November 2022
weathered
poor boy plays his flute to a herd of goats grazing in the dunes sunny side up what’s that the symbol of? the grass is always greener on my side of the dream the tapping on my window pane sets another scene it’s heavy weather the sky is grey the rain pours down dismal as an infant’s funeral
some days I drag the low
end but
it doesn’t matter it
doesn’t bother me I
won’t be writing any suicide notes on that
account I’m
not fixing to die anytime soon I just
began learning how to live I
have circumstances to accommodate and
those can be a bitch I can’t complain but I will anyway
I roll out of bed a tsunami of shit sweeps me off my feet and leaves me gasping on the wakeful shore these are the heavy latitudes and the
days land hard dark
and oppressive this
is the land of ghosts and ancient lore the land of violence and suicidal
rage I have firewater in my veins and
fear in my heart these last million miles have worn me thin one
good rain could wash me down the
drain to dissolve like baby aspirin in a pool of baby tears
I’m wedded now
to this heavy heart to have
and hold until death we do part I’m just a dog without a
bone still fighting a
war that ended long
ago a typhoon picked me up and shook my shadow
loose the pieces have fallen back to
earth but my light casts no warmth and
I’m not the man I pretended to be
back in the day before the deluge swept me away
4 November 2022
heavenless
there are no wise men and no magical beings you are as slick as this sideshow gets there will be no epiphany no sudden revelation just a gradual unwinding and stripping away we'll find no asylum here no place to rest our heads we are all of us refugees from the world on fire we have no home on high and no-one waiting there the troubles that we face won't be resolved through prayer
2 November 2022
judas goat
we’re all of us tethered to the same parked car gullible imbeciles overfed and entertained it was a barrel load in the bygone but now it makes my bones ache and I’ve been running on vapours these last ten million miles I’ve seen road kill with more juice that I got I’d better buck up my ideas sharpish or they’ll pension me off to the judas goat he don’t read no bedtime stories he renders meat from chumps like me
fluid dynamic
I’m buoyed up by the love apparent in a single ray of sunlight refracting brand new colours no-one knows the names of
I’m weighed down by
the phases of the moon or the waning of the tides coz whatever
turned me on has burned me out
so I just go with the flow it’s the jellyfish in me the forces that set me in motion the oceans I drift in have worn me smooth and fluid dynamic
30 October 2022
secret songs
I was only singing a secret song en sotto voce so no-one else would hear and try to sing along do you dig it? do you want to hear more? come and dance for me get out of bed give me a turn you move like a killer but I’m not concerned if you dance for me now I’ll sing you some more I’ve got songs that have never been sung if you dance for me now I’ll let you hear one
the living and the dead
we’ve all made mistakes I know I have nothing I can’t live with but nonetheless regret it doesn’t pay to linger I try not to invest too much time dwelling on the past half my friends are dead that’s how old I am halfway dead I should concern myself with the living and waste no prayers on the dead the dead are beyond concern which is more than I can say for myself
29 October 2022
vagrant
that’s my space over there best pal right out on the fucking ledge a cracked bowl in a beggars lap diving for change instead of pearls specifically deselected by unseen hands and opted out before I began my days are short but my nights are tall and I’m too tired to deal with it all
I must have nodded off
at the wheel coz
I’ve come-to at an angle forbidden
by the cops but
I’m still sunny side up you have to love it all for surely there’s a plan and in the kingdom come we shall live to see nobody pays no rent and all
the drinks are free
28 October 2022
3 am
I need medicine god’s own brand just a taste will ease the pressure I’ve been breeding tiny monsters under my skin too much dope or far too little for an accurate diagnosis I need an exorcist or rehabilitation but I’ll settle for sleep and a gentle touch feed me words with kind intentions it’s 3 am and I’m strung out take a cab meet me in the middle we can weep together till the sun comes up
27 October 2022
blackout
I got my shit together just in case my shit is required but why should it be? coz the hour grows late and I grow tired I’m a surplus being no strings attached all I recall is the rudimentary no cause for concern we suspected this much all along it starts with a whimper ends with a bang you go on ahead I’ll set my alarm and wait for the blackout and my moment of calm
26 October 2022
zombies
all the zombies come out at night to shine like dismal stars the spectacle of youth with venom in its veins there are children turning on tonight who won’t see the light of day they weigh their gear against their souls to touch the face of god in some minor cut rate heaven reserved for whelps and strays
the liquor of the poppy as pure as mothers milk is an instant panacea for whatever spirits plague you but it’s the death of inspiration and the herald of despair tonight the dead are dancing to
their funeral songs it’s invitation
only a secretive affair no-one sees their bacchanal and
no-one really cares