15 August 2012
Crashing Out
Sometimes I get so low
I start to think about crashing out
All my life I’ve been crashing out
Crashing out of something or other
I get jammed up in situations
So I have to make a change
That’s when I have to crash out
Into a new scene, a new life
When I need help, I need it bad
But there is no help this side of hell
So, I just crash out – make a run for it
I pack my bags and get myself free
.
12 August 2012
River
I wanna be stoned
Like the meteor
That crashed into the earth
And killed all the dinosaurs
I wanna be stoned
Like a great muddy river
That flows down the delta
To feed the fishes in the ocean
The juice is good
The booze is so not good
I need a positive stone
Hurled in my direction
Heap me up with manna from heaven
One silver bolt
Would fix you with my meaning
There is no hiding place
From the miracle of creation
.
15 July 2012
Shotgun Messenger
You placed your bets
On a stranger's smile
But where did you go
When the lights went out?
You played the game
The best you could
But all you gained - you lost
You thought you could make it
All on your own
You thought you were a winner
But all that makes up our lives
All that’s wrong and right
Is but a fleeting memory
Ours to hold, but not too tight
10 July 2012
Bindlestiffs
dummy up and listen good
while I pour moonshine in your ears
we got no homes to go to
and no-one waiting there
the world is big
but not big enough
for us to fit in
we’re the bad apples
who spoiled the whole barrel
fitted up on charges of vagrancy
for wearing out our shoes
we were kings of the highways
with no roof to tie us down
no man could boss us around
now we live with doors unhinged
and when the smoke has cleared
all we have is empty pockets
but once we’re back on the road
we’ll be livin’ high on the hog
low down on the greasy pole
.
26 June 2012
Bloody Imposter
They never sicken of taking my blood
They must have gallons by now
Enough to reconstruct the man
To make a blood monster
To take my place
To kiss my wife with his bloody lips
To sleep beside her in my bloody bed
Perhaps I am that bloody man
How would I ever know?
Maybe I’m the bloody doppelganger
What if the real me is locked away
In some asylum somewhere
And I’m his crazy counterpart
The bloody imposter in his life
.
12 June 2012
Poppy Tears
The ancient Vedas describe the poppy as ‘heart pleasing’. There is no more apt description.The thin white latex leaks in milky droplets from the poppy’s skin and hardens into a sticky brown resin, the harbinger of dreams. It tastes of bitter lettuce and burns with an acrid smoke that lays soporific charms on the minds of savage beasts. It gifts the touch of night and lays a little death on the hearts of those bleached divers who drink the poppy’s tears on their fatal arc into oblivion.
11 June 2012
Mirror, Mirror
26 May 2012
Silenced
I don’t want to talk today
I won’t want to talk tomorrow
the viper that bit me
had a morbid tongue
the bitterest black poison
threatens to drag me down
to my darker layer
but I’ll keep my silence
learn how to bite my tongue
I’ll die by degrees
and keep to myself
the secrets of a lifetime
that was lived in error
.
23 May 2012
The Real You
I saw your face
contorted with rage
fierce green eyes
tinted with hate
it wasn’t so pretty
but I think I was seeing
the real you
it struck me as funny
I could not help laughing
you looked so small
and seemed so far away
22 May 2012
Birthright
21 May 2012
Written
You gotta have style
Something you can pour
From a tall pitcher
Into a short glass
That thing that oozes
From you fingertips
And shapes the words
Into shade and nuance
Imagery and thought
Something that says
This is me
Nobody else can do it
Like this
I’m not talking varnish
Not just a thin layer
Style is deep
Your style is you
In the abstract
Stamped into the page
.
17 May 2012
The War On Sleep
by
the seventh night I have torn the
veil and crossed the line into the land of death and annihilation my eyes are red and sore my head buzzes with empty space and I stand thinly at the centre of my void I am
insulated by static mush thinking
in a single stream of mercury I’m constantly in the frame consolidating the one true IS
everything speaks to me and I speak
to everything this is the high on
high close to the heavens and closer to the edge of oblivion all this is more than I can translate into
cohesive thought I roll myself a number and eat the smoke just a little fire to ease me through the
night
insomnia
is my oasis where my dark thoughts
and I take refuge sleep is the kiss of death the
obliteration of my senses nevertheless the
time must come for crashing and the
horrors inky black
naked inert
and defenceless sleep
beckons me with iron fingers and I am
too weak to disobey she takes me
down into dark oceans filled with forgotten dreams I fight
like a drowning man but she takes me
hard and relentless down into the
deep
14 May 2012
Pig God
the secrets hidden in your head
the occult pleasures of your heart
the treasures you have plundered
then passed off as your own
mark you out as a singular failure
the simulation of a man
in the solitude of your prison cell
you pray to your pig god
that no-one sees your true face
or the bloody hands
that betray those guilty secrets
and your empty aspirations
.
4 May 2012
Smoke
30 April 2012
I Don’t Remember
I don’t remember
ecstasy
the summer loves
and winter tragedies
softly spoken promises
and bitter recrimination
.
I don’t remember
you
any of you
partners in crimes
too sweet to resist
.
I don’t remember
wounds
carved by bloody lies
and broken promises
or the hand
that wielded the knife
.
I don’t remember
.
21 April 2012
Something’s Coming
Sshh,
Something’s coming…
Something’s coming
From a long way off
Bury your head
Plough a new furrow
Cultivate a little distance
From the past
.
20 April 2012
Kissing God
“Smoking this stuff is like kissing God”. Hyperbole, he did a good line in embroidery. Of course, the stuff was lethal – laced with DMT – Happy times spread across my face like the warmth of the morning sun and unfolded in my lap in a royal flush.
6 April 2012
The Biggest Lie
2 April 2012
Mute
21 March 2012
Brompton’s
Prohibition only causes the criminality that keeps the law enforcers in business. Everyone is a would-be snitch. Everybody is an enforcer trying to gun us down in a hail of psychic bullets. Pour me another baby; I’ve come over all terminal. I need to cradle my consciousness in velvet gloves.
20 March 2012
Leave Me Be
My spring is wound
Way too tight
I’m on the fight or flight
The roaches beneath my skin
Are threatening to do me in
I’ve reached a certain velocity
It’s an animal ferocity
.
I can’t sit still
I think I’m ill
I pace the floor
Make for the door
But out or in
I’m stuck on a pin
I can’t get free
Just let me be
.
I’m rotating left then right
There is no peace in sight
I’m spinning like a top
I don’t think I can stop
I’m struggling for breath
I might catch my death
.
I can’t sit still
I think I’m ill
I pace the floor
Make for the door
But out or in
I’m stuck on a pin
I just can’t get free
So please let me be
.
19 March 2012
Fungaloid
Travel me
Unravel me
Baffle me
Turn me out
Pour it out
Rub it on
Inhale – exhale
Spark it up
Snuff it out
Skin it back
Tear it down
Spike me upward
Drag me down
Ball my lightning
Take me under
Turn me on
Turn me around
Innovate
With my confusion
Make me whole
If not holy
Bake me outside
In the sun
.
18 March 2012
My Old Man
Meat and two veg
On a formica table
Jim Reeves and distant drums
Twenty Kensitas Club
An ashtray full of dog ends
India Pale Ale and glass of rum
Plastic teeth in a grimace
The smell of Brylcream
A splash of Old Spice
And a clout round the lug
Tailored suits immaculate
And cuban heeled boots
Off to see a man about a dog
He was hard as nails
My old man
.
11 March 2012
Paint Me Yellow
10 March 2012
Stranger
left to the mercy of the weather god
drenched in the rhythmic rain
a man – a foreigner perhaps
dark and curly – straight and bent
is lost in the open country
he carries the casts of his funeral face
and the relics of fallen saints
always a stranger – stranger than life
he quarries great stones of remembrance
once he was this – once he was that
now an alien in these parts
.
9 March 2012
The Electric Messiah
12 January 2012
Jonah
in indistinct murmurs
from the wilder country
full of forbidden places
and ancient curses
I learned what it feels like
to become a beast
my face is fluid now
it can take many forms
angels and demons
dance across my surfaces
twinkling like children
in orphanage rags
7 January 2012
Spotlight
21 December 2011
Ash Wednesday
7 December 2011
The Sickness Of The World
I have always been the victim of
my own machinations I always gave in to the blunt and vicious side of
my nature I feed that hump monkey with my bitter delusions
and confectionery lies I’m not a victim I’m a volunteer the sickness of this world is fear fear of disclosure fear of truth
fear of death creeping fear is the prime motivator the scent of excitement the stench of dread apprehension take a little whiff and he’ll make your wildest
nightmares seem true
my cloak of invincibility my masquerade of masculinity are driven by the shameful quirt of fear the whole public edifice hangs on one tarnished nail the threat of exposure the disgrace of discovery fear is the touch of death my most secret paramour fear has driven me to the contortions and exploits that map the surfaces of my life but the hidden depths are his alone he is emperor of the interior my internal story is one of revolution of my struggle against his tyranny I’ve learned throughout the years that inaction breeds doubt and fear you gain in strength courage and confidence when you confront your fear