some slipped away incognito
others turned sour their cream
had curdled I don't give a fuck I had a good time I got my own monkey business and a boneyard for my bygones what's buried there is buried real deep and locked up tight so it don't bring me down I live in the now it's the only space left me and I like to make hay while the sun still shines
13 October 2018
Monkey Business
12 October 2018
Solitary
the threat of silence eternal
will not drive me
into the arms
of honorific whores
who perform gratis
acts of quiet desperation
in the hopeless quest
for something more substantial
.
I'm a solitary instrument
who keeps his own council
I'll never impart my sorry tale
to another living soul
I buried my burdens deep
but I watch them all the while
for there are promises I keep
and promises I deny
.
11 October 2018
Daisies
them trombone dildos
are masked and ready they got the swing that don’t mean a thing they’re just
grateful for the company in their jism schism there’s
rhythm
in their method and they play real music for the nectar sockets in
a dance best performed on the horizontal plane or
bent over double bareback for your trouble in
unholy carnal daisy chains necessities children have no
need of names just a stranger’s hand with a loving touch and
they don’t mind paying but not
too much
Hangover
we’re running low on drinks
this party’s hit the doldrums
and as the morning sinks
we godless frozen forms
pitch headlong into ashtrays
and empty bottles counted
then recycled in the telling
like the evidence that’s mounted
in the stories you’ve been selling
so paint me black in tales of woe
and fabricate the reason
to justify the fatal blow
and your final act of treason
.
3 October 2018
Insatiable
I shed a score
every time
I went
to the well
soon I was skint
and the well was dry
those are the dues
owed the
golden monkey
when your appetites
outstrip your means
and gluttony
obscures your reason
.
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