beelzebub

darling beelzebub     please salve this soul     sort me out a fix    god’s own medicine    I’m a front line pariah in the war against drugs     evil commissars have fitted me up   they planted ideas on me that were dehumanising beyond realisation       my mind shattered with the impact   and my dharma has been soiled    I’m suspended in a state of non-being      I don’t feel human no more   

this stuff’s the filth    I was all lit up      like christmas in july     that was yesterday and it was good   but tomorrow looms large       coming off a bender       this is gonna hurt     and it’s gonna hurt bad     I am the captain of my soul     but I’m drowning in a hospital bed      there has to be a resolution ahead    my arse is hanging out here     I’m a fucking spectacle    a geek in a carnival side show

don’t ever let me go    send me up for life    coz I wield an assassin’s blade   I’ll murder your ambition   so don’t tangle with me    I’m one of a pestilent hoard     of nomadic junkies        waiting to invade your space    best fasten your doors      and screw your eyes shut     you’d tear open like rotting burlap  sack   if you saw what we have seen       we are fattened for the slaughter       in the abattoir of dreams

 

orpheus

 I’m a debaucher    a ragged old lecher     but don’t cast no stones     I mean no harm     I’m just a sucker for a pretty face      it’s a predilection verging on vice     but I’m an episodic lover     the imposter of their dreams       my crocodile tears and winning smile conceal a fragile jaw     and so my love pours out on stony ground     my tortured veins  and   poisoned blood scream in anguish      and I find myself once more        battered bruised and torn       alone on the  backstreets of hell    I must’ve taken a dirty hit        or copped a bad trip      coz sister I feel sick       stay with me       for a little while     I’ll trace my steps      back through the shadows     into the light     I’ll crawl on my hands and knees if need be        but I’ll find some way back into the fight

rocket to the sun

 I slipped into your purse        with your matches        your makeup       and your works      I rifled through your drawers      to find your stash          and I got a glimpse of your psychology      you’re packed to crash       and end all our fun     but that’s okay       you just thought of it first      when I was young      I slashed my wrists       the scars remain       but the boy is gone    he’s on a rocket  to the sun       nothing now can bring him down

breaking news

what the fuck?     what the actual fuck?    I mean what?      someone pissed in the well       and poisoned my loving cup       I sprang a leak          somewhere in my head       my thoughts, those tiny blind assassins        coursed through my mind       with the seductive force of  reason       logic clad in gun metal       I’m no longer trusted      so they wrapped me in chains           and set their dogs on me

breaking news!       this just in…       for the sake of (my) humanity     they saw me stoned        they had me sectioned and shaved for dissection      they’d mete out measure for measure against my indiscretions       coz  I drink too much to always play fair     and I taught myself to be a cunt     so I got what was coming to me     they’ll always see the worst in me         but you don’t care, do you?         I’ve often been good to you        and you and I are square

My Death Songs

 man     I’m strung out like never before        my death songs bud ruby on my lips     the voices of ancient lovers        exposed in tender hearts  and bloody groins       sing the song eternal       and their words breathe sexual in my hungry ears         they know the sounds I long to hear      theirs is the music of children’s laughter      mixed with my own foolish lamentations          those tears will always flow      while the burden of love is loss     but the love exultant shall not die         together we shall make time in the choir celestial

 

God Kills

I was high        obscenely naked and high        and she was low with her blows         in her kicking boots         her dirty snake eyed boots       I would not wear such boots       coz I’m an natural  man         and no one poisons my well         no one bleeds me dry        only God can kill me          he’ll have step so lightly      coz I never close my eyes       I rehearse my dreams           and  I have learned to fly