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30 November 2019

Machiavellian

it’s the strangers you know

that generate the most heat

those that have your confidence

are the most likely to betray you

you held my gaze a little too long

I suspect you’ve made a bad call


the arsehole of humanity

is a regular garden of eden

for the hungry devotees

of the cockroach god

go give your face a wash

you have blood on your chin


rearrange your killing stones

we’re in for heavy weather

you pledged your solidarity

with a murderous mechanism

you tried to steal my name

so you could write it in the gutter

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28 November 2019

Ocean Child

ocean child

hear my voice

dry your tears

you have no choice

you’re still alive

you should rejoice


reach for me

it is allowed

don’t be afraid

to show me how

for I am here

at least for now



Egg N Chips











we had egg and chips

and we were grateful

the children in Africa

had nothing at all


we dragged the low end

because we were brassic

when your stomach is empty

it’s hard to stand tall


the times sure were tough

but the people were tougher

when troubles are shared

they can suddenly seem small


27 November 2019

Necropolis
















I hate the grim necropolis

that has claimed your bones

there’s nothing here but charnel

and the memories of ghosts

I cannot leave you here

cold and all alone

so meet me in the morning

when the sunlight splits the sky

and we shall dance

in pastures green

like a pair of butterflies

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25 November 2019

Mob

they’re out to get me

the gossip mongers

and their lynching crew

I killed two birds

with only one stone

they called me sorcerer

I said I was just lucky

they said I was too lucky

and pointed to my women

they said I’d cast a spell

to bind them to me

and that I was father

to every bastard child

in their bastard town

I said I wished I was

for then I’d have an army

to always stand right by me

because I could not deny

my own flesh and blood

and they would know

their father’s love

instead of the hatred

of the rumour peddlers

and the vicious mob

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23 November 2019

A Thousand Suns


back in the day

we had idiot sanctuaries

moored offshore

on the emerald ocean

where fat cats

would call the shots

for the man

who called the shots


before the last nations fell

the top banana

sat on a gilded throne

while continental flunkies

manned his 24 hour hotline

he had a legal mandate

to commit the perfect crime


no-one ever saw him coming

but everybody knew

from his bloody footprints

exactly where he had been

he was the master of ceremonies

for the great false dawn

they say that it shone brighter

than a thousand suns

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20 November 2019

Dandelion


she always returned affection

she said she felt obliged

I told her she was easy

and she did not reply

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16 November 2019

Vampires

there’s a niche

for every parasite

within the human zoo

where there’s pain

there is also gain

in a bitter economy

where one man’s sorrow

might be the cause

of another’s rejoicing


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15 November 2019

Inca

don’t tell me

how bad it is

I already know

it’s suicide season

and I’m all out of bullets

but geared up for excess

bicarbonate of coca

the ancient inca curse

smother me with candy kisses

take this poor boy home

it’s the last big deal

coughing up rocks

and surfing on air

but it’s all good

at twice the price

they’re shanking junkies

down in the park

bloody lubricant

for a vicious mechanism

those black market forces

can be so exacting

but my hands are clean

I’m just a punter

looking for fun

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11 November 2019

Poppies

all the pretty soldiers

got their death heads on

it’s a morbid culture

where we sanctify sacrifice

but sponsor its betrayal


we murdered the enemy

we were only following orders

not that much has changed

it’s a different religion

but the same old excuses


we gather poppies in peacetime

to decorate the graves

of those whose lives we’ve stolen

but no-one can explain to us

just why they had to die


5 November 2019

Swill


there is a stick
in my swill
stirring up the shit
that colours me sick

my wiring is damp
and keeps shorting out
with a cognitive stutter
and laxative slump

a tsunami of sewage
is drawing me under
with the sickly momentum
of a deep overdose

I’ve dipped my fingers
into that maelstrom
and smeared that shit
on my winding sheets
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4 November 2019

The End Of The World (Part Three)

Carlos and me

were getting high

and talking about

the end of the world

he was heading for the beach

presumably to swim away

I planned on getting drunk

and staying that way

until it all burned down

I had just thrown my funeral

while I still had the time

but nobody showed up

I guess they had their own

funerals in mind

there was a lot of it about

the world was duly penitent

but it was a little overdue

we tried to make our peace with that

but there was no peace to be found

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