you had to ruin everything
kill the
magic stone dead
you have to
give things names
you had a
few for me
it’s too
late to fix things now
but I’m
sorry anyhow
you said it,
and it’s true
I’m just not
the man for you
you had to ruin everything
kill the
magic stone dead
you have to
give things names
you had a
few for me
it’s too
late to fix things now
but I’m
sorry anyhow
you said it,
and it’s true
I’m just not
the man for you
they say the brave die only once but I die on a daily basis a thousand killer blows assault my memory I recall… …but I don’t care to dwell the past is a foreign country I no longer speak the lingo all that heat and fury generated little light and
yesterday’s dreams are darkened by
the shadow of remorse
I think I’ve exhausted my options so I’m resigned to the power that rules my
fate but I’m not complaining coz I’m reborn on a daily basis a thousand minor triumphs pepper my
wounded ego with compensatory prizes
I have lived a full life and
balance my shame against affections
shared without regret coz the
mystery of love outweighs the certainty
of death
home is where the hurt is it cannot be denied my abode feels hollow emptied out inside I know I should be grateful for everything I have but too much is never enough for me I can never be satisfied this malady of the soul is the power that spurs me on but it’s beyond my understanding and out with my control I wish I could be anywhere else and anyone else but me coz chronic dissatisfaction is a crippling disease
…and the sky god made the cosmos in less than seven days… well, you’ll believe what you want to
believe but I
ain’t buying any all
beliefs are bogus I’ve seen the harm
they do I don’t believe in
anything but my spirit knows the truth there
is wonder in the universe and there
is magic in our eyes but beliefs
will chain our minds beliefs will
render us blind so always follow the
evidence slaughter your sacred cows coz there is only one solid reality and its moment eternal is now
did you count my steps as I walked away? did you lock the door against my return? take me back now to my former being we can both cut loose and have some fun shed your light on our dime store mystery draw me a map of where I went wrong
they say I was born with the dark
charisma that I honed that sucker
into deadly charm I carved the wounds
that last forever it’s hard to
believe but I meant no harm I raise
my glass to former lovers and pray I’m fondly remembered by at least one
don’t let this world
bend you out
of shape
you are not
a hostage
nor fortune’s
fool
be satisfied
get better,
not bitter
make no
space in your heart
for slights
best forgotten
turn your
cheek
bury your
hatchet
every dawn
is a new world
and your
heart is virgin
one man’s mistake
is another’s
treasure
take mind to
have nothing
you’d care to
defend
if you look
for acrimony
you’re sure
to find it
like
attracts like
that’s the
law of intent
They had to lock me up.
For the sake of science they said. The iron in my blood had turned into
plutonium. I was transformed into an interdimensional being who traversed both space
and time. I had ludicrous possibilities – ever unfolding in the shimmering of
dreams. They put me in the psyche ward, because I was
high, way too fucking high. They didn’t
have the instruments with which to chart my design.
‘Do you know
where you are?’
‘I’m in a
hospital.’
‘Do you know
where?’
‘Yes, here.
I’m in this hospital.’
‘Do you
remember my name?’
‘Should I?’
‘No reason
really.’
‘Why am I
here?’
‘You have
plutonium in your blood.’
Cascade and eclipse.
Another sequence of nightmare realities. This place is a meat factory.
They are out to get me. I hear them calling
my name. This is a world of paid
assassins cynical and cold. Down in the basement secret mind swaps create brand
new fictions. My identity is fluid and slips between the angles of things too
strange to ever define.
‘Do you know
where you are?’
‘I’m in hospital’
‘Do you
remember my name?’
‘Why am I
here?’
‘You have
plutonium in your blood.’
‘When can I
go home?’
‘We have to
defuse you first…’
Here at ground zero, my near fatal exposure has annihilated
my options. So they locked me up. But, I’m no danger to anyone. I just need to
leave this place. I want to go home. ‘Do
you remember my name?’ No, I remember
nothing. Let me out of this cage. I don’t belong in here. I’m just a radioactive prisoner playing stone
age games of fear.
punch a hole in the great lie punch a hole for me all government is based on lies some more so than others we choose our own oppressors thank you very much it’s the best of all possible
systems the leader told us so he likes to keep a high profile he’s always on TV kicking butts and taking names keeping us safe from our enemies he’s the champion of fixers a man of uncommon sense the
nation’s beset by villains he’s going
to sort them out and in the final
refinement of evil he claims that god
is on his side
she poisoned me with kindness she hadn’t read my notes my meds were contraindicated and
strangled up my mind they sent me to a hospital where I had to rebuild my life they say the dose makes the poison and blood can never lie she
put death in my veins and shrugged
as she watched me die
the game's a bogey
they cheated
again
they always
do
I'm not a
criminal
but I have
that energy
so I know a
crook
when I see
one
and I see
them everywhere
some of them
are pretty lush
so powerful
they embody the state
their prices
have just gone up
they were
always pretty high
they can't
lock you up inside
for
possessing a criminal mind
but they can
give you the keys
to the
medicine cabinet
and the
access codes
to their
doomsday device
charisma was my best defence I never left home without it I totally seduced myself I may have been deranged, but I had sex appeal you could call it vanity but I liked to prepare my face for the mutts I might meet in the
street I didn’t accept IOUs and I didn't issue receipts coz
promises sell by the dozen but confidence
doesn’t come cheap
I’m not the charmer I used to be time presses on the
world has changed and thankfully so
have I life is a game played by
children regrets are too punk to purchase on
a superficial level I’m still in credit
or maybe I’m just high I never
let my right hand know what the left is stealing besides, I daren’t violate my parole with
an act of wilful pride so I let my
bygones remain bygones I buried that
child a long time ago I
can’t recall just where though I still
remember why