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13 January 2023

angel

she was a sweet thing       that much is true     but when I saw her at rhe window        lit up by the morning light      I thought she might be an angel      sent to save me       from myself      but my angel had claws      she’d been hurt before

I was a ragamuffin       no fixed abode      but I could talk the birds from the trees      I laid it on thick       with a big fuck off brush      maybe I said too little      maybe I said too much       I guess I’ll never know      my angel went away      we didn’t stay in touch       the taste of her lingers still      the woman in the window      what’s that the symbol of?

entropic


I don’t know the devil       but I know his ways        I’m familiar with deception           and the patterns of disgrace      so strap me down       or turn me loose        it’s sad       but it’s true     I’m overdue a jolt      more power to my elbows       more gleam on my machine     I’m not strung out       I’m just down       but there’s a cure for those blues      stashed in your arms       

I had to bend       I had no choice         I’m  a man of straw            a fool for hire       I dry my eyes      and blow my nose         I caught a chill      from deep inside          baby, I’m hurt        can you heal my wounds?      I forgot how to fly      so I’m learning to fall       do you think god truly loves us?        coz I  reached out         but he doesn’t answer my calls      

30 December 2022

winter rain

 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

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