they tell me
bad is back
but that’s
not where I’m at
I just
stepped outside
the sun
spoke to me
she said ‘get
high’
and I’m glad
to comply
why don’t
you step out too?
shed your aggravations
get yourself
a new gimmick
it’s nice to
be nice
and I like
to feel nice, don’t you?
I could turn
it around
(I have
before)
I could break
away
I’m ready
for more
so look at me
beautiful
and strange
just watch me
grow
my world
rearranged
I don’t
complain
but the sad
thing is
everywhere
I go
someone is putting me on
but I’ve got
news for you
I found
something new
I see light
at the end of the tunnel
and poor boy
coming through
the following message contains profane language and subversive rhetoric…
do crazy people worship insane gods? where is the great psychiatrist in the
sky? I just realised I’m in the middle
of a revolution no-one knows what the
fuck is going on another weary year drags its sorry arse through the exit I’m tempted to follow it but I don’t have the stones the worst thing that happened to me last
year was myself I have failed again but perhaps I failed better
I want to play a dangerous game I want to change they say if you change your mind you change everything I’m just the fiction my daddy copied
from his daddy surely I can improve
on that shit storm the moral of the story
is clear I’ve been ordinary
and I am bored I’ll staple
that to my knackers and let out a roar concoct a story that conceals my embarrassment or confess confess according to my sins and seek absolution with blood wet on my hands
we all do what we want to do
eventually and we all get what we deserve I was promised an invincible summer burning
somewhere in my heart maybe I’ll sing
it out until I feel better I’ll know
when my moment comes I’ll just take
the reigns and make it mine anyway
I’ll own the real world whenever I see it I’ll tread with angels to speak the
truth and strike a pact with my
idiot god he understands my madness because he’s mental too he issued
a manifesto of troublesome
delights where says he’ll set the
world on fire if we don’t meet his
demands
the birdies are singing a new day is dawning sunlight fans across the land powdered gold lights the treetops nature issues her one command there’s a majesty to every season but summer has reigned since the world first began
I’m tumbling out of bed lit up like christmas day swept up on the surging tide of sexual energy deep within our hearts we long for ecstasy a tornado of desperate happiness that sweeps us off our feet when did you last feel euphoric? when was your moment of bliss? teach me how to love you show me what you need because I loved you in the darkness a secret in my soul but now we’re meeting flesh to flesh I’m losing self control
my grandfather
that beautiful old man
shared such treasures with me
tales of adventure and discovery
in distant dark continents
and the cycle of the seasons
in the land we called home
he named the constellations
and revealed the golden ratio
at the heart of nature’s symmetry
he always maintained
that the universe was made
of those little treasures
he passed along to me
and that knowledge is a jewel
to be prized beyond riches
he was not a wealthy man
some might call him poor
but when he left this world
he had bequeathed me wonders
channelling
exclusively
via satellitic intent
this monomaniac
is deeply fixated
on our nearest star
and that’s where
you’ll find him
from now on
lost in an orchard
dazzling bright
stealing golden apples
from the heart of the sun
.
that’s me
there face to face with the back of the crowd fetching awkward angles between my toes it’s always seemed that symmetry
eluded me and I was dissolving fractions in a decimal world a feline
soul in a canine cosmos I told a big stripey lie that
painted me a permanent crimson and soaked my banner with piss ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
that was thirty years or so
ago and there’s been plenty of action
under the bridge since then it sometimes feels really late but that’ll be the times I developed humour as a mechanism to lubricate
those rapidly diminishing hours burdens borne with a smile sometimes
feel like blessings in disguise……….…………………………………..
those hooks and punch lines
are mine to own but they aren’t all jokes half of
them are true I hawk them anyway because there
is little else to say people
expect lies in these days of photo-shopped selfies and fictitious biographies so I get away with the odd
deprecating truth as
long as I sugar coat them no one accepts the sour any more their palettes are acclimatised to saccharine
and the soft candy floss of mediocrity……………..…………………………………………..
I stood in a long queue to receive short shrift and a parcel of unwelcome platitudes I’m not complaining mind you I got to where I am by the circuitous route but I got here just the same I’m quite comfy in my hollow and if things are now slower than they once were it’s only because I was speeding in the first place it was always post-haste and frantic stratagems with me I was hungry the way only poor boys are hungry I’m still hungry but it's an old man's hunger
