seen from bombers we all look pretty small they tell me liberty’s a bust and this world is a dangerous place so I think I’ll stay in bed I’ve been hollowed out and I’m an unholy mess but now more than ever I want to survive but not at any cost I’m still a human being my love is not a burden to me it’s the reason I go on my politics are principled my heart knows no regrets but the people here are fucked yes, I might just stay in bed
10 November 2024
8 November 2024
bovine ergonomics
are we shaped by our peers? do I even care? yes, I suppose I do! is that really you? is this really me? no absolutes necessary but I really prefer my shape as freely expressed beyond the constraints of society down in the motion of the ocean so deep and far away
I don’t fear the depths
no, I fear the shallows that slender existence measured out to the bovine coz habit carves the unreflective into inchoate
ignorant tyrannical monsters
that’s why I swim somewhere far upstream from the defecating herd and their bullshit conventions you could call me heretic black sheep blasphemer that’s just the ruminant tribe trying to pin me down
3 November 2024
golgotha
outside the city walls in the place of the skull heavy handed men carve idols of their fears and project them on to others sister, take it from me don’t get involved with them they’ll be the death of you it’s not hard to spot the monsters coz we are all fucking monsters so don’t think about jesus he’s not thinking about you you’d best circle the wagons coz no help is coming the legions of chaos approach the road to golgotha is slick with their tears
28 October 2024
erased
I no longer participate I only observe I’m a changed man since my last trip to the funny farm did they tamper with my mind? did they erase essential memories? I wouldn’t know would I? if I’d been shot full of holes by medic pistoleros with their snake oil medications and heavy metal therapy I can’t say just how but I tell you I’m changed subtly diminished I stand in the shadow of my former illusions who I am now I just can’t recall
27 October 2024
punk
in the pageantry of youth I mixed my own colours in iconoclastic fashion and I’d be the boy to smash things up but I was in it for the long con softly softly catchee monkey patience gains the day I made busy doing nothing or something close to nothing of course if they catch you doing nothing they pack you off to the job centre for a heavy dose of conformity I can’t complain not out in the open maybe if I’d been a bad boy… but I was too lazy for a life of crime I just wanted to lay in bed all day exercising my autonomy standing on my rights subverting authority withholding my labour from the babylon economy
19 October 2024
outré noir
it’s ten seconds to
midnight on my doomsday clock it’s time to kill but not for kicks it’s time to kill to get things fixed I
was afraid I had to hide I crawled into a bottle where
something dark and lethal lurked an ocean of bastard monsters blossomed
in my heart see, that’s how darkness
wins it’s trapped in the core of our being hidden but obvious
17 October 2024
rage
I fucked up there’s
no denying it I lost it for a
moment and I’m sorry now did you ever get the rage? do you ever harbour savage
intentions? I know what it’s
like when I get blood in my eyes I won’t quit until I’ve made a complete
cunt of myself I have to get a
handle on my anger that’s easy to say from where I live in the kingdom of crazy
I’m not a bad man
but he had it coming we all
have it coming sometime you know I
was never in his gang we were
opposite poles in the old
neighbourhood fear binds the herd but I’m not of the herd I’m on the fucking moon here I rant and
rave and rend when you push the right buttons fear
turns to rage mister, I need a drink I’m on fire my
blood is red hot don’t come near the
fallout zone I’m full of violent
potential coming to the boil
15 October 2024
psalm
we shall be as chaff before the earth gives way our tears shall run dry before the oceans do the world will still turn without our pushing life will go on as before no great change will mark our passing the pain of the world shall not end with our departing but shall go on long after we have ceased caring
snuffed
they say the fear of death stems from the fear of life I don’t know about that but the knowledge of death gnaws at my heart drugs don’t help prayer don’t help crying don’t help nothing helps nothing blunts the sharp edge of reality somebody walked over my grave it might have been me there have been omens deep in my gut something bad is coming something with no name
no-one knows just when the axe will fall or what will follow when I’m sacrificed to eternity will flowers sprout from my rotting
corpse? will I be in them? is that my immortality? I want to die beautifully gracefully but I’m afraid does it hurt to die? will I go to hell? or will I return in another guise? it’s autumn now the nights are drawing in will
this be the winter of my life? will
I see the sun again?
14 October 2024
we are the apocalypse
after the light the darkness spreads it’s growing colder now from the ocean’s edge there comes a ripple and a sigh the world is hushed no clamour of humanity no birdsong just the cruel wind stirring the dust all living things are silenced the war is over we are the apocalypse and we have arrived
13 October 2024
say uncle
it’s in the nature of things that I sometimes drag the low end but I have to go with the flow ride the waves of life and if I fall behind I must swim harder hold fast to my dreams coz if I gave up my dreams what would I have left? I can’t resign in protest that would be defeat another little death what good is a life that consists of a series of little deaths?
it’s a question of mindset
I say yes to the moment capitulate
with reality let it work for me not against me at some point in my life I learned to surrender to my path it’s was a process of abandonment not control joy
lies in learning to embrace the world as it is so I yield to the tides even when they break my heart but I’m not drowning I’m
floating waiting for the next great
wave to carry me away
11 October 2024
if my people were called by name
once upon a weekend I’d like to get fucked up with all my fucked up people have them come over for a totally fucked up party deeper still I need a positive connection coz I’ve been in unhealthy situations on more than one occasion my people kept me straight at least they tried to keep me straight coz I don’t always listen and that’s as it should be for an independent man
we are judged by the company we keep my people may seem shady maybe even a little crazy but I can vouch for their credentials they
have my back and they’re alright by
me naturally our appearance is luridly
discussed by ornery screwfaces with bovine brain pans I don’t
care what they say my people are heaven my people are heaven on a saturday night