only hope will let you down
karma’s not coming back around
promises won’t be kept
helping others remains a debt
revenge is but a dream
just a wish writ obscene
here and now is not a time
the past & future can’t align
carrying goals is a dead weight
no such thing as fortune or fate
tomorrow’s bygone
defeat at the dawn
cut off from the start
only hope can break your heart
when you’re young, lust is enough
kick off your shoes
a tambourine bangs below
in for a pizza-pie, in for a pound
half’a kiss & tell and twenty mins of scream & shout
like in a speak & spell, worked her right back down
from rock bottom to 7up to the Pepsi Challenge
but a line’a Coke’s just not enough
worn down on Guinness for lunch
worn in metal shirt, worn out metal shit
she was shy as a broken button
but camera ready as hell
sad to see back then
no Facebook
or Instagram
to remember her with
thunder in my heart, white lightning in my veins
second date way before the first
third an’ forth were in reverse
two years and I would be drunk on dysfunction
flannel and fabric, sluice from my mouth
Mitchell self-drove north every night
in the morning I rolled further south
too far in the middle ages now
she was shy as a broken button
but camera ready as hell
sad to see back then
no Facebook
or Instagram
to remember who you were
and maybe who you would come to be
because the attic of my mind
burned down to the ground
and now there’s no more photos left of you
documents leaked
mopped up deceit
tell on me
talk liberally
speak formally
behind shirt sleeves
converse conservatively
know your place
and
labour under
the misapprehension
of moving to the centre
victoriously
The lamb only learns when it is loved from a distance
When cradled in arms, feeling cranky to calm
-Zyklon B to embalmed-
It forgets that it knows it ever existed in an instant
I don’t know who I am
I don’t where this is
I don’t know who you all are
But I’m beginning get the gist
I believe finite memory is more
And timeless is less
The mundane middle of Monday
Is where Friday finishes with a written test
But it’s a vexing mess that has no respect
Turns up ending with a blood splattered rest
I am my own Ministry of Militia
A bible basher with a bulletproof vest
Putting words together in new found forms
More real than reality itself
Stravinsky’s riot did me proud
M.C.’s bread is dipped in some funky mould
How dare you sow the seeds of the apocalypse!!
That’s the last job on my to-do list
Wasabi’s buck shot peppering, splits open new tins of green paint
Spraying nuance and subtly
Over a canvas of obviousness
Unique, original and never seen before
Are the curse words of the new generation
Picking like a virtual vulture over past digital corpses
So, gimme sum theeng new
Or
Just leave me hangin’
Take a leap of faith with the future of us all
Or just
Bang the final nail into my compos mentis coffin
An iris explodes
The universe in danger
A one-man cure
Love is a weapon
Switch on the light
You’re in the right room
Finally,
Flossing teeth with razor wire
Never be near
Never be near the right flavour
The one-goal that allows for steam to release
god—damn—that’s blown it
Hang Fire
Hot Dawg!!!
Spectacular speculation
Cant remove the lid without your help
Twist, twist, twist- then I give up
Burning in the bush, twigs smoke
Getting uncomfortable to lie back now
Kneel forward & pray for help
Until you’re sick as a new born pup
