Spiders

manky bastards     plied clever words     and ugly rumours     they were rather nifty     with the dishing of dirt     and spreading of filth     they told me things     that made me choke    

I had to cultivate      a little distance     from the unclean     they had worms     for tongues     and they traded     chinese whispers     for dubious reward    

there’s a kernel of truth     at the heart of every lie     but there’s no sense     hidden in confusion     and those who love      to spread bad news     one day reap the chaos       they themselves have sown

Fractured

pour me out of this wagon

I need my distillate of poison

I don’t care which brand

just pour it a yard deep

I’ll drink it and be damned

while the thirst is on me

I prefer to drink alone

there are issues to address

I’ll solve them glass by glass

from the comfort of my home

so sort me a fix that burns

I need that heavy stone

something to take me down

to somewhere I can hang my head

until morning comes around

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Everybody Wants To Steal My High

they tried to pin me down

but I had the perfect alibi

they had a new prescription

they wanted me to try

they didn’t say as much

but they were after my high

they tried to box me in

with some misbegotten lie

woven with innuendo

and I knew the reason why

they said they were my friends

but they wanted to steal my high

they gave me words to drown in

words that were clever and sly

they were trying to sell me

some shit I could not buy

but I would keep my head

they would not take my high

.

Fantastic Tales

we were both

willing and able

with the usual caveats

in the conventional style

we hooked up

on the social network

where you first flashed

your rented smile

you told me

some orphan story

of routine betrayal

and stoic denial

you were the heroine

of every chapter

you told it so well

with no trace of guile

we were both fishing

for a little excitement

but I couldn’t commit

and you grew hostile

but I was enamoured

by your crooked geometry

and your fantastic tales

where fun for a while

.

The Universal

the spirit talks

she talks to me

I am part of her

she is part of me

she raises me up

to lay me down

for I am anointed

with the

fungaloid crown

we are lovers

in the great eternal

we are the children

of the universal

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