thanks for the coffee
and the stories too
in a world of actors
you hold your own
but I aint buying
I’m selling
I’m not a consumer
I’m purely product
this shit doesn’t just happen
I had to stitch each piece by hand
it took some time
and a little imagination
but just feel the quality of the material
my fiction has an unlikely provenance
a thousand hands sculpted its features
with brute force and ignorance
but the lies contained herein
were honestly acquired
every story needs a villain might as well be me coz I’m no fucking good but you’re stuck with me all I want from you is the killer
blow the coup de grace another
round one more drink should kill me off don’t worry, I won’t blame you I
have a conscience but it’s
slender no, I wouldn’t blame
you I’d blame myself I’m getting that heavy feeling again I’m all beat up totally punched out I’m not the man I thought I was that cunt thought he could fly but I’m paralysed from the neck up too many blows to the head too much poison in my cup I feel I’m halfway dead I do believe I’ve had enough
back to my
cubicle
curtained in
(do not disturb)
locked out
tubed up
and glued
down
the shadow
of a man
the simulacrum
of a corpse
I couldn’t
even scream
‘do you remember your name?’
‘do you know
where you are?’
‘do you
recognise me?’
don’t ask me
questions
I know
nothing
je suis un
zombie
the man
death left behind
I have
tasted her deadly promise
and it festers
in my mind
I fell from
the sky
and broke
all my bones
gravitational
force
just won’t
let me go
I fell from
the sky
but I proved
I can fly
most people
don’t
and they
never ask why
I fell from
the sky
believe me,
its true
I fell from
the sky
and so did
you
we fell from
the sky
to make this
our home
perhaps we
made a mistake
but at least
we’re not alone
I walked into a door
or the door walked into me I got
the usual cuts and bruises nothing
to scratch home about I’ve taken
some beatings and maybe I’m better
for them but I think I’ve learned my
lesson I think I got things
straight I’m not the man I was and that’s cause to celebrate
money makes the world go round and I could always use more does that make me greedy? the whole world is greedy obscenely greedy don’t put yourself on the name of the game is greed the devil makes his home in the avaricious heart so how far would you go to get the things you want? would you sell your soul? would you stop to count the cost? do
you want what you need? or do you
need what you want? you can’t take it with you when you die there is no wealth but life
I’ll tan your arse
filthy boy a lick of the
belt will teach you to cry it was always me singled out this time
other times too but I’m
strong I’ll get by stupid cunt do as your told or you’ll feel my hand you’re not too old it’s not so bad but if it gets worse I’ll run away try as you might you can’t make me feel small smaller than I already am coz it’s all bread and jam pleasure and pain no animosity not in this house no tea for you and
early to bed where you’ll
struggle to sleep on nights filled
with dread
we’ve been waiting for the world to change most of our dread fuelled lives but that’s not gonna happen not in the world we live in they say violence is instrumental and violence can auger change coz the good guys always win they said so on the terrorvision they tell us there’s freedom here at
home but that’s just another lie freedom at large is just a dream the name of the game is power p-o-w-e-r don’t
put yourself on all paths lead to the inescapable conclusion that every victory is pyrrhic when the war can never be won
as the world spins on its axis and the sun sinks slowly in the west another tsunami load of recycled shit
hits the fan there’s always fresh meat for the
grinder there will always be war and rumours of war there will always be blood on our
hands because we’re all in the shit
together it’s always been this
way you can tell me there’s love in the
human heart and that love is the
universal law but I have to laugh when presented with the
irony otherwise I’d be screaming all the way to hell
back and further back back in the best forgotten I once knew yes, I once knew but I’m now inured to knowledge coz I roll up empty yes, I roll up empty more often than not coz I screen my calls yes, I screen my calls so no-one burns my ears with yesterday’s bad news I share my dreams with ghosts only ghosts know my true station I’m the man who knows nothing and the man who knows nothing is more blessed than cursed
I’ve been talking with my shadow and he seems worldly wise but
it’s a question of dynamics all
relationships are based on power I’ve
known that from day one so I’ll never be his hostage he’ll
never bang my drum you may think I’m crazy but once smitten twice shy it’ll take more than blind faith to unlock my locker coz I pumped a lot of pain and now I want concrete guarantees I lent my instruments to a wiser fool and
he tells me I’m doing fine he
rejects the phony work ethic he
never slogged a day in his life he says
we each choose our own burdens in
our efforts to break even
