heavy gravity

I’m sick and tired

of feeling sick and tired

I have my head

between my knees

the nauseating vertigo

has me retching

in violent spasms

but with no results

I’m running on empty

nearly flat lining

so I hit the floor

and eat dirt

just a small portion mind

I’m watching my weight

I got the heavy gravity

so open wide

while I disgorge

yet another can of worms

I’m speaking an old tongue

the language of pain

I’ve had instruction

from the stoic brothel

where they sold insularity

and phony self denial

but I can’t hang with that

there’s a canker at its heart

because we are all liars

and creatures of the flesh

who make virtues of our vices

and that's the naked truth

Ashes

there are billions

of death-watch beetles

gnawing at the heart of the sun

there are cockroaches

the size of cadillacs

eyeing up your stuff

darkness descends

this time it’s terminal

no dress rehearsal

no curtain call

we all saw it coming

but we were enthralled

I’m tuned to the misanthropic

my fellow man is no use to me

it was his backsliding

brought us the curse

and flushed us down the crapper

which is where we belong

there are no acceptable excuses

in the information age

ignorance is the only crime

you were all forewarned

but you was somnambular

and would not heed the call

now you are crying

cause you aint got no home

you pray for your children

in the future you secured them

you promised them paradise

but bequeathed them ashes instead

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In Silence

I tried to buy my way out

negotiate a new deal

I’d been bouncing cheques again

but it was either that, or steal

I’d had enough

I was all tapped out

I had nothing left to give

of that there was no doubt

all the ghosts of yesteryear

were gnawing on my bones

I attempted new directions

but they had me by the stones

I had to cull the innocents

they were getting on my tits

a killer needs no reminding

of the crimes that he commits

I’d been heavy laden

and running low on luck

they told me it was karma

but no I longer gave a fuck

all my gods where slain

by my legions of petty tyrants

but I had to take the blame

and bear that shame in silence

Freedom

I shall not be shamed

by another’s words or deeds

shame is the quirt of fear

and fear is the prime motivator

for the reinforcement of ego

and the production

of personal mythology

but I’m consigned now

to the power that rules my fate

there’s nothing left to fear

in the face of certain death

I am centred now

on myself alone

and on the accumulation

of personal power

I stand as singular

and without form

I don’t require validation

I have no points to defend

I sacrificed my pretentions

and freed up the space

between myself and the world

I’m gathering momentum

as I shed my skin

I’m polishing my connection

to the man within

I’m well practiced now

in all my directions

I know where I am

and never lose my way

I always point in the same direction

towards the abstract goal

that some call freedom

Sharks

I moved in short term

with the rhythm section

of the collection crew

I got no musical vibrations

but with a beak full of sugar

I’m a fucking metronome

relentless and industrious

regular as clockwork

and thorough in my executions

finesse was not required

they only wanted a bagman

to carry their bad news

I chow down good

I always clear my plate

‘cause you never know

just when you’ll be without

working with the collection crew

you see all kinds of mistakes

and how they can accumulate

but I’m all dummied up

and completely confidential

when it comes to individual cases

you slot your secrets in your pants

they might pay dividends one day

we are the shape of the real

your terminal destination

and we lay the hard edge

to your unspecified nightmares

those inchoate fears of yours

originate in our kitchen

where we cook up solutions

to your specific problems

and collect the promissory notes

you issued in your ignorance

we are the remedy to ambition

the murderers of dreams

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