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
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
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
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 and my knees are sore
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
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
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
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
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
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
