don’t dig me up I can manage just let me be I’m dead to your eyes dead to the world hope springs eternal in the mouths of fools but there’s no misery in this world that lacks an author pious would be friends tried to murder my imagination their wicked tongues spinning delicious lies but I am immune such confections coz I’m a human being with the power of love in me and I take comfort from that
way back in the bygone when I first came of age auld nick himself appeared to me and this is what he said;
“son, you’re a natural man, but you ain’t the only one show the world its shame do it for humanity do it for your mum just
don’t use my name they’ve been
bitchin’ about the world they made and
they think that I’m to blame for their mistakes”
people say I’m
bad or at the very least mad I don’t care what people say I’m gonna tell them anyway we are all of us devils we made this world a hell this life is meant for loving and the auld nick might make us dance but he cannot make us love…
they say pride
is the first sin but pride is all
some folk have and if this is truly hell surely auld nick knows the way out come to him at your leisure or
simply wait for him here for god alone loves us but auld nick attends as if he were a friend
I asked nick
what time it was he answered “how much do you want?” he promised he’d give me all there is if I could look him in the eye and tell him that I’m innocent I’ve never seen my father’s face but I suffer auld nick’s every day if I could only feel my fathers
grace surely auld nick would go away
are you made from love?
can you scent that scene? do
you hear that music? that’s fucking music pure rock n roll the most natural idiom in which to shed your inhibitions the meat man cometh low and slow talking in tongues winding sexual vibrations with
his seductive rhythms and mystic
copulations
he only comes around
to get your business fixed he’s
the trouble in your loins the gyration
in your hips best
get some while you can it just might be the last of the only magic left so don’t you button down get your knickers off coz when the meat man comes visiting he has little time for coquetry but time enough for love
the crudely crafted shank of childish design still cleaves your heart and lacerates your mind there is no shape to thought or moment there’s no pleasurable release or pyrrhic prize to salve your wounds yours are the days of infected sharps and twisted spoons you know that you’ll succumb despite your better self and later assert that you went home before the band lit up your favourite tune temptation reeks of self deception one more solid hit and you’ll find the door you lost yourself to dime bag reasoning and sold your love for a winning smile life goes on you will survive truth be told you don’t really care and I don’t seem to mind
liar liar your tongue’s on fire your criminal expulsion didn’t sweeten the medicine it merely printed a shadow on my membrane but I’ve gone all forensic with finely tuned instruments I know exactly where the wind is blowing your eyes led me to certain conclusions they’re a mirror to the truth so I know that you were lying are your words narcotic? do they ease a troubled mind? do you take me for a chump? or is that mendacious mouth of yours just something to hide behind?
