24 October 2011
Truth
23 October 2011
Decisions
21 October 2011
Love Is The Law
the electric prickle of awkward instance pierces my
skin with tiny dragons teeth and circumstance rains down on my head as bags of hammers I stand embarrassed before the blank
ignorance of my judges I’m
speechless at their presumption
I am an innocent man the crimes I am
charged with were acts of love
they say that I’m a user and a lowlife dog but I’m just wild that’s all
so don’t take my drinking hand that’s all I got left
I’m pillared salt and oxy rush you have to look within to see where you been spastic colon and diarrhea mouth
my jury has been selected from jelly mountains my fate is sealed before the judges of
certainty in apocalypto jackboots I’ve been a naughty boy and ought to be locked up with all the other glorious bindlestiffs who
dared to live a little but love is the law the law is love for us down below and them up above
15 October 2011
Fences
13 October 2011
Fool’s Gold
4 October 2011
Now I Know Better
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13 September 2011
Like A Dagger
I abandoned rhyme
As I abandoned reason
I like my words jagged
As crocodile teeth
Dirty as a whore’s tongue
And rabid as the breath
Of infected dogs
Rutting in the street
I don’t require prettifying
Or disinfecting
Keep those nice words
For old ladies
To sprinkle on their cakes
I want you to feel me
In you
I have no time
For ambiguity
Or tickling ears
I want to ram my words
Right down your throat
One day I’ll find the beat
That forces the rhythm
Of my concoction
Into your heart
Like a fucking dagger
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2 September 2011
Can you see me now?
I could feel your eyes on me
Your cold, dead eyes on me
I could feel the spittle
From between
Your clenched teeth
Spray against my cheek
I could hear your words of hate
Feel your fists slam into me
All I want to know is
Can you see me now?
Can you see me?
Set the stars alight?
I’m beyond your reach
But I always was
Can you see me now?
Did you ever see me?
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13 August 2011
12 August 2011
4 August 2011
29 July 2011
Lamentations
25 July 2011
Yo Yo Adjustment
I don’t know which way is up and which way is right some police officers from the zoological geometry division was asking me the square of the hippopotenuse but I kept shtum I ain’t as dumb as I look and I don’t look as dumb as I seem I just stared at their velcro macramé feet and acted all sweet and innocent like a cubic hyena in heat
I had shoes like em once I said
but they wouldn’t hang straight they beat me relentlessly they beat me thoroughly when they eventually left I knew I’d been beaten
cops don’t hand out beatings like that no more no pride
no professional pride in
their work I’m not complaining see and I ain’t going all nostalgic it’s just I hate to see declining standards
I lost my sense of up and down so I went to have my yo – yo adjusted the man said we don’t do that no more people use scatellite navigators I can’t afford no scatellite if everybody gets a scatellite they’ll blot out the sun! but we’ll know
where it is he explained we’ll
track it on scatellites
I
got a new string for my yo – yo but he said
I’d have to wind it myself they had declining standards
to maintain I no longer know which way is up and which way is right
my yo – yo pulls to the left or maybe it’s me standing a little to the right