Pieces of You

Selected Poetry and Writing 2009

 

Pieces of me

like feathers of birds

pieces of me

colour these walls

 

 

Clock puncher

i used to be like you
reasonably happy
content in control
employed as an officious prick
i punched the clock
arriving late leaving early long lunches
i despised my dull-eyed superiors
and loathed my slack jawed staff
and walked those grey walls
in that dead world
until one day
i cracked
and the flesh fell off my bones
my brains turned to soup
and as diarrhea sprayed the shit bowl
my eyes melted and ran down my face
my mouth fell open like a tired cunt
my cock turned black and died
what has happened to him
they wondered
around the office door
what has happened to him
what has happened to me
i wondered
what has happened to me
what has happened to me
what has happened to me
what has happened to me

 

 

 

 

Witches bouquet

i climbed the fence of old eden
i’d seen a rose in bloom through the wire
and was determined to pick a bouquet
as i got close i saw the rose was dying
yellow and withered in the dust
the twisted stem infested with aphid
the leaves curled with black spot
what flowers there were
a dozen riddled with worm
eating out the petalled hearts
and red so deep the red
they oozed blood like an injury
and smelt of misery and decay and death
thorns tore and sliced my flesh
as i stole these roses for you
wrapping them in adam’s discarded fig leaves
tying them with a strand eve's knotted hair
this dozen roses for you

one for your beauty to wither and decay
two for those hearts you break and betray
three for the deeds you need to confess
and four for your abandonded wedding dress
five for your children all stillborn at birth
six for the words to fulfil this curse
seven for your family tragedy
eight for your bouts with suicide and insanity
nine to turn cold all those you desire
and ten for your friends, the thief, the liar
eleven to dignify your sick room
and twelve to left to rot on your tomb
oh yes twelve left to rot on your tomb

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two witches

i went to the witches house
on a cold and rainy night
to ask about my future
to understand this black cloud
that now hugs my mind
one had the eyes of a raven
and hands caked in blood and shit
which she scraped into a cauldron of lies
the other had the buldging eyes of a carp
opaque and blurred she read shreds of paper
found in the street and sewer
her voice droned without breath
tuneless and ugly
all eyes wide caught my haggard features
and held me frozen in a shadow of ink
"i have come to seek an answer and light
to brighten this night so black"
the first turned and pulled her robe aside
revealing fine breasts thickly feathered
but then she was gone great wings flapping
dark against the sick decaying sky
the other now flipped and writhed on a sliver plate
shedding scales like fat tears sprayed across mud
the cauldron bubbled over stinking of ruin and death

i awoke my legs broken beside a polluted creek
under a golden bridge arched with the rainbow of heaven
the creek was choked and littered with junk
broken bikes and refrigerators oily rusting tanks
the carcass of a yellow dog nudged an upended beer bottle
down the way a raven pulled the liver from a dead carp
looking up it called "come john this way"
i found a broken stick and bracing myself, rose again
i hobbled down splashing the stagnant pools on broken feet
past the raven now pecking at the dead eyes of the carp
my halting progress reflected in the putrid water
i followed the creek away from the golden bridge
into the brambles and further into the shadows
until i fell

 

 

 

 

 

Witches heart

the witch told me
your heart your soul
were locked in a pebble
on a pebbled beach
"how could that happen"
i asked her sightless eye
"love and life hardened
it froze and calcified into stone
and fell through a hole
in a pocket a ribcage
and was lost on this beach"
"can you be saved'
i asked the witch
"yes but you must find
a heart locked in a pebble"
"how will i know which one"
"you will know
when you find it"

on the the pebbled beach
i found a million small wet stones
piled up to the dunes
from the shore and more
tossed beneath churning surf
on and on as far as i could see
i picked a single pebble
and inspected its blackness
but could see nothing
i held it to my ear
but could hear nothing
i cast it into the steely ocean
it skipped once and was lost
i picked another but nothing
no feeling no sign
another and another
on and on mile after mile
a million all the same
cold wet and empty

i wondered if the first
had not been the one
perhaps i missed the heartbeat
the warmth hidden
in the slime and mud
that caked its surface
i tried to retrace my steps
to where i had started
but it was all the same
millions of lost souls
millions of empty hearts
all the same all lost
i waded into the raging surf
the churning thrashing waves
a million pebbles underfoot

but it was all the same
millions of lost souls
millions of empty hearts
all the same all lost
no feeling no sign
another and another
on and on mile after mile
a million all the same
cold wet and empty

 

 

 

 

 

Gypsies

i went to drink some whiskey saturday night
lonely i sought the company of strangers
as i so often do these days
i found myself at a bar drinking jameson’s
i noticed a woman who was familure to me
although i had never seen her before
are you wendy rule the white witch i asked
yes she replied and smiled
i told her that although i did not know her or her music
i felt compelled to say hello and give her my card
my feral cat perched curled in a thorny rosebush
she took it and again she smiled
and invited me to watch her sing
her songs of ravens and black nights
of revenge and redemption
during the interval i decided to go
to visit the gypsy bar open studio
i stopped briefly across the road to say hello
to someone know only as a shadow
then up the hill i started away from the bright lights
into a black stretch i walked
through dark windows i saw people eating and laughing
into darker shadows i walked the gypsy beacon
a tiny orange light ahead
suddenly i sensed danger smelling the odour of decay
ahead in the half light in shadows
an apparition a ghost a monster?
the stench got stronger
a form appeared half blocking the street
diseased flesh standing yellow putrescence
this thing tissue thin freshy scarred
with self inflicted cuts and bruises
long thin strands of hair hung wet across its face
falling loose in great streams like the saliva
that drooled from its gaping mouth
blood spilled from between its legs and pooled
its abortion crushed underfoot into the sidewalk
i braced myself for i had met this apparition before
and still bear the wounds it inflicted the scars
to hide from enquiry and carry to the grave
now bludging eyes leamon yellow cast towards me
and claws cruel and viscous gleamed
poisoned and diseased
my eyes stayed glued to the road ahead
that tiny gypsy beacon that earned each step
to flee would invoke response to stop the same
our eyes meet briefly beasts to beast
suddenly the demons white eyes caste down
onto the pavement like the burning ash it flicked
the chewing gum it spat and i was past
its decadence its depraved rook
past into the sweet air and light
i increased my speed
to put distance between me and its fury
its loathsome intent its useless intellect
i thought for a moment it was riding my back
i swore could feel its hot breath on my neck
its nails searching for a vein
its lust to satiate its desire to abate
or hiding in my pocket hanging from my hair
curled in my lungs as black smoke
i could not look back until i was at the gypsies door
i turned then but there was nothing and at that cursed spot
just some junk food wrappers and cigarette butts
walked and kicked into the cracked pavement
i turned in the door where the gypsies were celebrating
life and love and were happy to see this stranger
i ordered a whisky and faced the door
happy to be drinking happy to have survived
the ghost the monstrous thing that lives
in those cracks in those shadows
i now must step over

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friend

i hate you dear
as once i loved you
with a passion
that turns flesh to mud
and bones to caulk
and seethes molten
under my skin

others i hate
with indifference
mere sucking babes
their trespass
immaterial
thier memory
forgotten

i hate you friend
with an intensity
turning heart to stone
and you to hawk
burning red
and boiling
just under my skin

 

 

 

 

 

Soldier

soldier i hear you still fight on the losing side
and march each day into the fray
tired now your sword hangs limp
your step is slow your half hearted battle cry
tuneless as a nursery rhyme
your victory flag soiled and ragged
heralding exhaustion and failure
still on you march every working day into action
beside fellow soldiers as grey and as dead as you

soldier i deserted to run with the gypsy dogs
in the wet hills behind this theatre
my voice is strong my eyes bright
i live in the night of your convalescence
on the smell of your bloody bandage
where you ran so long ago now i run
free from the blown orders of the captain
the tinny trumpet the thump of heavy mortar
with other runaways and cripples in flight

soldier marching to your death
first the right foot then the left
we will feast on your bloated corpse
and drink your wasted blood as wine
and sing songs of love and passion and desire
and ridicule your courage your national pride
to marching time we will open your wounds
and feast on flesh that can never pass
golden it illuminates our blackness our bowels

 

 

 

 

 

Cemetery

i stand one hand
on the cemetery gate
where you led me
sounds from the outside
the living world
echo on stone
birds and trucks
the spinning world
call back at me
from inside the gate
nothing makes a sound
the dead are held firm
clothed in mud and weeds
set in black stone in white marble
but i hear them sing
in the rattle of the yellow thistle
blown by the cold dry breeze
in shadow of black pine
they dart and dance away
from the sun that tears
the clouds apart
bright and clear
now people dressed in black
standing still in the weeds
as if held to ransom
by a circle of marble thieves
i hear their prayers
see their wasted tears
falling away like the dead
they could not save
i stand one hand pushing
the cemetery gate
where you led me
and left me

 

 

 

 

 

Junk

i bought a jewel
fine and rare
it cost all i had
its radiance captivated me
entranced me
the cut fine clear and true
a rare beautiful thing
only to find it was nothing
but a useless piece
of fucking junk

in the light of day
i saw it was flawed
crazed and cracked
opaque and yellow
at best cheap glass
or hollow plastic
for this i paid so much
to be deceived by nothing
but a useless piece
of fucking junk

my reputation ruined
my friends laughed
his taste is bad
his expertise flawed
so i studied its failings
i wrote a book, two, three
and became an expert on nothing
but a useless piece
of fucking junk

i bought a jewel
fine and rare
exceptionally cut
pure and true
radiant it shone
beyond compare
i gave everything i had
for nothing an imitation
a useless piece
of fucking junk

i bought a piece of fucking junk
burned my hand and broke my heart
oh lord
oh lord

 

 

 

 

 

Borderline

i have reached
the end up here
on the borderline
where earth
meets the sky
rendered cold
and frozen white
what led me here
now gone
leaving me
looking forward
looking back
seeing nothing
i could cry for help
but the wind
eats my words
i could try
to find a way back
i could try
but the trail
has deserted me
up here on the borderline
where the sky greets the earth

 

 

 

 

 

I

i came when told you were dead
and wiped myself on your obituary
attended your funeral rotten drunk
and piss on your tombs anniversary

 

 

 

 

 

 

My (suicide) song

if i had a gun
i’d spray these walls
with my brains
instead of getting
drunk again
tonight

 

 

 

 

 

Miss K

miss k
came from rabbit country
out past ararat a dry land
of wheat and sheep and dust
she grew up tough
learnt how to drive the harvester
tear the balls from a lamb
and fuck the farm boys
who were always hanging around.
we met in the city in a shit hole job
connecting instantly in rebellion
against the menial tasks demanded
she was beautiful and smart
and soon was offered a golden ladder up the chain
i was given a rotten apple which stuck in my throat
and soon laid me down with fever
we could have been close but she was a country girl
and i was already poison contaminated
she met a boy from her own home town
one she known since she was nine
he was good for her and she knew it
together they will move back
to some dry country patch up near home
outside in the gutter on hands and knees
choking and coughing and spitting
i still try to dislodge that cunt of an apple
the path we shared has splintered apart
she cannot see me and our letters to each other
amount to a word or two
i’d cut whatever ties remain
but lack the conviction
even for this simple task

 

 

 

 

 

A map of your soul

this is a wasteland where nothing can grow
the seeds are black the ground frozen
this is where i walk
against the howling wind

this is a poisoned land of rock
and gravel and ice
a hateful land of death and cannabism
of weeping cancer sores

this is where i walk
condemned to lie fallow
dust storms fill the lungs
sicken and wear you out

now i rest by the chemical sea
spilling into my dreams
clogged with the dead
the carcass of your memory drowned here

whoever swims here will sink in bile
suspended and feted
to be rolled back and forth
in the breakers

i awake and take a deep breath
filling my lungs with the choking sky
misted with pollutants clouds heavy and depressed
limping across the yellow void i consult the map

this way or that
over there the dead zone
here out of bounds limbo trespassers beware
this is your world your poison world

your swamps your empty fields
crisscrossing each useless and infertile mile
your home country and this is the map you drew
this map of your dreams this map of your love

this map you drew of your soul your poisoned empty
drowned and burnt soul a map of your heartless home
a map you gave me to help me find you
when you were lost this map you drew before you were lost

 

 

 

 

 

Betrayal

news of the betrayal came
echoing across the valley
falling over us like pompeii’s ash
burning hot but leaving us hollow empty
and grew worse as the day closed
we stood with eyes wide as the information
solidified and pulled us in
there was little to do
but complete the days toil

the betrayal shamed the sun
and darkness came early
and rain fell hard without respite
like the tears of a mother
weeping for her dead child
and froze our toes wet
we turned our collars
and walked a funeral pace
block after block home

by the fire the betrayal raged
we cried and yelled
accused and denied
and pointed the finger of blame
we swore revenge and formulated curses
over and over the events
were discussed and every turn
revealed more and more
the deception the conspiracy

by midnight the betrayal was old news
like the long day before
tears had dried leaving salty trails
across our faces and now we carry the news
like a horse hauls the cannon to the war
over the bodies of others trampled before
it filled us with a strange feeling
new to our hearts

 

 

 

 

 

Shadows

we are shadows
of adam of eve
caste out from eden
and running light
across broken glass
and hot bitumen
dodging the wheels
that drive this city
we are the hammer the nail
the bruised and bloodied flesh
your crown of ragged roses
and broken thorns
and we defy you
and your ambition
your opportunistic greed
your great flapping ego
so loose and fat and lazy
we will test your dreams
and follow loping up behind
as dogs we run or creep
as black cats as black
as your shadow

 

 

 

 

 

The rose

fire floods
ash and mud
death decay
blood and love
and in love we love
and love you
as the hungry worm
loves and loves
the rose

 

 

 

 

Amsterdam

in amsterdam on business
he wasn’t young but free
he walks the streets
taking the sights
the coffee houses
where weed is served
graded and priced
he sees the whores
framed behind glass
abused and bartered
by pommy gits
hunting cheap pussy
he orders a coffee
and some colombian gold
he sits back taking a long draw
the music is cool
and there was nowhere to go
and there is no one to see
she says hello and sits beside him
short skirt young and beautiful
she asks for a toke he passes it
imagining her on his arm
taking off her clothes
climbing into his bed
he looks into her eyes
she smiles placing his hand
high on her thigh
she loves me he thinks
his fingers pulling aside
her panties pushing
into her fine cunt
i am in love he thinks
his fingers warm
his fingers wet
she leans over for a kiss
and whispering 100 euro
a cold sweat
a cold cold sweat
a feeling of revulsion
her pussy grips him
cold and slimy
the issue of others
burns his skin
she smiles teeth
yellow and sharp
he pulls his hand free
wet stinking of cum
mumbling an apology
he pushes into the night air
later in the warm hotel
he can still smell her
after washing
still smell her there
on his fingers

 

 

I

i was
your friend
and you turned
you were my lover
lover gone cold
lover this love is old
for sale for this love to be sold
going cheap this love
only an old love
gone cold

 

 

 

 

Drugs

it was a time
of dangerous drugs
barbiturates
mixed with alcohol
i was deep in the fag scene
obsessions over a cute wee lesbo
who showed me her pussy
but wouldn’t let me touch
so i hung around wanting
waiting and watching
and got to know the ropes
she had girlfriend
a tough bull dyke
who shared a dingy flat
with some old random
and he loved her smoking breath
her purple socks her moustache
fat beer belly and hairy legs
but she rejected him
his drunken advance
so he slaughtered her
like a cow in the shower
and threw bits of her
all over the perth hills

 

 

 

 

Adam

it is never easy seeing adam
leaving the garden of eden
after eating all that sweet apple

poor eve running close behind
as god burns eden to the ground
still she holds the apple adam could not hide

it is understandable their speed
their desperation genitals in hand
for now they have secrets and a lust to command

it makes you feel queasy watching adam
chewing bites from that succulent apple
knowing the world is within reach and ripe for the taking

 

 

 

 

New moon

lady luck
shines on me
a new moon
brightening
my night
as things
wound down
she comes
true and
beautiful
we touched
now i paint
flesh n kisses
and write songs
of love n skin.
you and me we
are lucky now
it must be a time
of change
a time for chains
to rust
and release
all that
love

 

 

 

 

i knew a girl and all she ever did was chew gum

Gum

he enters the room
she is naked lying back
she brings her knees up
so her ass and cunt
fill the void between them
he is quick to undress and get in close
to kiss hello’s across her asshole
she is chewing gum watching tv
he kisses her pussy while pushing
fingers wide to spread her asshole
he fills her ass with his tongue
she fills him with scent strong and full
he swoons as kisses spill from asshole to cunt
still she lies there chewing gum
now he fills her ass with his cock but he pulls out
and pushes into her pussy and out again back into her ass
slowly he fucks her like this pussy and ass in and out
until he can take no more he fills her asshole
then her sprays her pussy with his cum
and rolls over to stare at the silent screen
he lights a cigarette the silence broken
her fart bubbles as it runs
cum from her asshole
she scoops a nail full
to taste all the while
chewing gum

 

 

 

 

Bosses son

the bosses son
whiten skin
eyes weak and wet
his mouse sticky
his hands red boiled
scrubbed on return
from the toilet
he mumbles
fat and soft

the bosses son
obsesses over
spiderman
and superman
star wars the famous four
19 and makes balls
of rubber bands
to bounce
fat and soft

the bosses son
by his mother
stands jerking
and mumbling
crushed by her
intelligence
her sexuality
he is lost
fat and soft

 

 

 

 

 

this one i call
i give up
about being a loser
in a losers war

I give up

turn my
armies to putty
my heros to sticks
my tanks to cans
my vaults to bricks
this love to lust
a lust too quick
to satisfy this war
and still these jaws
these bloodied jaws
of yours

 

 

 

 

 

 

would you prefer to be a spazzo spastic retard slow dumb idiot or would you prefer to be dead

Train

i caught
the same train
for five years
i always rode the first carriage
hoping for a wreck
i hated myself for taking it
hated those who rode beside me
my only friend was a spastic
spittle spooling down his chin
his voice a indescribable howl
trapped within a mechanical chair
his hands waved and clawed the uncontrollable air
what? i would say what? oh yes! i would say yes yes!
i could see a whole man in his fractured eyes
as he howled and dribble screamed and piddled
he controlled his whole life with his nose
and he drove his chair into the door into the pole
pressing it here and there on a keypad
nudging the accelerator clang into the pole he went
sometimes the driver would forget him forget his stop
a frantic look would ignite his twisted features
and a strangles scream would shake the carriage
i would bang the drivers door with my fist you could hear the driver curse
fuck the door would be pulled and a metal ramp thrown crashed into position
my friend would steer his chair around back and forward
hands waving head shaking and he would be gone
he worked for the magistrates court and would howl his goodbyes to me
one day a suicide walked into the train
he had been sitting beside the stone overpass and as the driver increased speed
he walked to the tracks and kissed his life goodbye
he made a sound like screaming metal as he bounced off our steel coffin
the train stopped we all looked open mouths agape
the drive told us we had hit somebody and would have to wait
best not to look out the window my friends eyes rolling in his head
what? i said to his indecipherable questions oh yes! i replied he’s dead
after the ambulance cleaned the tracks we pulled into the next platform
a desolate stretch of chewing gum spotted bitumen
the driver told us we would have to travel to the junction by bus
my friend shook and jerked a thread of saliva joined mouth to tie
he cant get on a bus i told the driver not in that chair
officials turned up we were led to the bus my friend i said you must stay
i could see distress in his bludging veins popping eyes goodbye i said
i climbed into the bus and watched him floundering in his chair a speck
we arrived at the junction and were told to catch the next train
we waited thinking about our own terrible deaths our own last breath
a train pulled up into the station i walked to the first carriage to take my place
sitting there was my friend smiling bubbles of spit hands dancing
feet kicking against nothing i walked up and sat I sat beside him
you should have stayed on the platform with me
yes i said for now i could understand
every single word the spastic said
his laugh filled the cabin
as we pulled up to speed.

 

 

 

 

Shell

outcaste
i wandered
lost in the desert
an exile of love
a love in flames
and far from the pain
of desire and so far
from the want of you

caste out
and blown
around in the dust
alone my love
a shell bleached
and empty white
cast from the sea so far
from the want of you

passed now
by current
by wave by breeze
here the desert finds me
brushing dust from you
holding you to my ear
a song of love and far
from the want of you

 

 

 

 

Jetty

i sit on a long black jetty cutting into a calm and flat ocean
though dark the dunes are vivid white
an old moon yellowed and crazed is falling
the empty horizon is grey
specked with fleshy salt bush in tiny bloom
i look into the depths see crabs coloured as the moon
scuttling here and there seawater machines
beneath the cold water i notice netting caught in the pylons
within a lifeless body tangled and drowned
the skin clear and translucent the veins blue
an old love now a creature of the sea
but movement in the stillness and up she looks up at me
i reach my arm to untangle the net and vainly she tries to touch
but i am careful for her flesh appears poisonous her eyes are blank
i know if i were to haul her onto the jetty she would slip from my grip like jelly
all she can do now is float suspended in limbo in this dead sea
i pull the rope free and she drifts slowly turning
is she waving wanting me to follow
or is it just the motion of the sea just the tide turning
i hear the scream of an early gull in flight along the brightening shore
far across this vast liquid void the sun is streaming through a small window
you are taking your shower the warm water streams between breast between buttock
your soapy hand pushes between your legs a finger in search of pleasure
hair wet clings to your face lips part breath heavy
pleasure grows and steam obscures the gasp of climax
now i hear the bark of a lone dog behind
looking over my shoulder i see the mongrel running along the beach towards the gulls
squawking over a prize left by the tide and still tangled in its gown of netting
your salty fragrance in the cool air draws me back to the ocean
a ray of light warms the skin on the back of my neck
my heart is beating rapidly i lie back
my head cradled in my hands i smile
as blood fills my cock

 

 

 

 

I wrote this one for a mens stick magazine

Eros

his finger traces
the radiating design
of her anus
he draws near
the dark earthy fragrance
filling his desire
drawing his tongue
to caress the undulating surface
a finger slowly pushed
and welcomed to the second knuckle
she moans eyes closed
rolling she spreads creamy thighs
he licks her cunt from back to front
lingering each sweep to roll and fondle
pink clitoris and push apart lips wet and salty
sucking her nipple now he enters as tongues kiss
they fuck to the rhythm of desire the rhythm of climax
hands grasping buttock fingers pushing deep
in time deep into her asshole as cock is drawn deep into pussy
she plays her clitoris now to the driving frenzy
the fire of sex the explosion where everything is lost but joy
they lie back the smells of sex and sweat fill the white room
she rolls over surveying the street below
people rushing here and there
under an ark of deep blue
and sun dappled shade
wet with the juices of love
running from her cunt
his finger slides easily
back into her anus
she arches her back
a smile touches her lips
her sleepy eyes
follow pigeons
from statue
to square

 

 

 

 

 

Here

here i am again
on this train
this same train
i ride five, six
seven years
through blue rain
distraction
and sunny solitude
all these tired faces
i know so well
and number
rat woman
little hitler
mr floppy
straw head
fat arse
cherry lips and monster child
and rolling bottles
piss stains
pole rage
junkies
babies howls
and crowds
pushing
their bodies
always pushing
against me
or was it always
me against them?
but once just once
i saw the madonna
light falling around her
eyes bright as summer sun
and beautiful
she stood
rocking gently
wedged between
the ugly
the forsaken
and me

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stranger

stranger here
on my ride
your beauty caste
like shadows
of summer trees
flashing bright and dark
we stand apart
stop and start
and crawl along
unknown to each other
your eyes reflect
the peeling bricks
fading graffiti
and last year’s dry weeds
but now your stop
and you are gone
your beauty lost
on my ride

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seasons

i got a minute or two
to saviour the seconds
i spent with you
the hand of the clock
ticking like a bomb
as the years
roll away
fold and decay
like leaves
blow astray
like the years
yellow and grey
like jesus
falling away
from me
from you
roll away
blow away
and burn
everywhere
everything
blows away

 

 

 

 

 

Dark angle

a dark angle
on this train
her eyes
as cold as yours

her face beautiful
but set to steal
her lies
as cold as yours

and young
too young for me
like you
as young as you

she’s in love
with beautiful money
a love
as cold as yours

 

 

 

 

 

Yellow dog

i fell in love with a dog
yellow and cowardly
she hid sharp teeth
behind a fine coat
and trusting eyes

but she had rabies
furious and angry
she bit and snapped
so i let her go
my yellow dog

 

 

 

 

 

Pieces of you

everywhere i go
pieces of you
a scratch
a stain
a black turd
abuzz with flies
graffiti and chewing gum
a dead bird
the feathers
falling on down

is this all there is
all there was
an ugly mess
to step over
to ignore
and turnaway
is this all there is
all there was
to remember
these pieces of you

 

 

 

 

 

Dead

dead bird
on the road
feathers
astray
in a pool
a stain
and flat
so flat
crushed by play
of tire
on bitumen

dead bird
on the road
frozen
in flight
feathers
splayed
and flat
crushed
and dead
like me
like you

i pray the rain
will wash away
this disgrace
this betrayal
pour down
refresh renew
drown down
from heaven
flood today
and wash away
away wash away
this disgrace
this betrayal

 

 

 

 

 

Bird

in such a sweet face
a hawks eye rests
and madness manifests
madness manifest

and such a sweet kiss
cruel claws tear my flesh
and madness manifests
madness manifest

now blood is everywhere
and i’m mopping up your mess
wiping stains from your door
scrubbing away the evidence
of wing and feather beak and claw
of staring eye and jungle law

in such a sweet face
an hawks eye rests
madness manifests
madness manifest

in such a sweet kiss
cruel claws tear my lips
madness manifests
madness manifest

cold cold bird of prey
circling the sky so grey
swoop down and catch me
where i kneel and pray

cold cold bird of prey
circling high and wide
swoop down and catch me
where i kneel and hide

 

 

 

 

 

Dead flowers

i used to pray for your salvation
i used to pray for your redemption
i used to pray you’d love me
oh how i prayed and prayed
each and every single day
i pray i pray i pray

but today i prayed for your ruin
and dead flowers on your tomb
for this i prayed today
for this i pray each day
each and every single day
i pray i pray i pray

i used to pray for your beauty
i used to pray for your body
i used to pray you’d love me
oh how i prayed and prayed
each and every single day
i pray i pray i pray

but today i prayed for your ruin
and dead flowers on your tomb
for this i prayed today
for this i pray each day
each and every single day
i pray i pray i pray

each and every single day
each and every single day
i pray i pray i pray
dead flowers on your tomb
dead flowers on your tomb
i pray i pray i pray
i pray i pray i pray

 

 

 

 

 

We

we are the same
my enemy friend and me
in the same room
my enemy friend and me
share tooth and nail
and blood and pain
again and again and again

we in this same room
my enemy friend and me
our path crossed here
between nowhere and nothing
and we are still here
in this same room
again and again and again and again

we fell into this small war
my enemy friend and me
through a hole in the wall
a hole in the floor
share tooth and nail and beak and claw
and love falls and hatred rains
again and again and again and again and again

you marked me out with an idiot hand
cursed my life with an idiot hand
scarred my flesh with an idiot hand
broke my bones with an idiot hand
bled me dry with an idiot hand
cut me down with an idiot hand
again and again and again and again and again and again

 

 

 

 

 

Madness

this is the edge where things collapse
and fall away and actions deliberate
betray and fall onto this blackened road
the midnight way the night bird shriek
the smell of blood the old cold stare
from the bones of the cage these bars
lash out and strike on random whim
tear your cloths and scratch your face
this is where i find you
on this perch so neat and calm and ordinary
too ordinary to hide these flaws
this tragic life and conceal
the killer jaws the bloody claws
and now you howl and shake
the bars and rattle the ribs of this cage
and such bright and vacant eyes
but these yellow eyes don’t blink
don’t blink don’t blink do they
just roll them back, roll them away from me
ashen grey, now you clench your fist and spit
this spell is nearly past so pick up your shit
you cross dear hoist it to shoulder and brace yourself
for you must carry this one further
and the door is open and the way is clear
so comb your dirty hair across this dirt filled place
across your dirty face
put on lipstick and eyeliner
hide the absence the abscess the abyss
put back on your cloths and come back
from the bars these bones
come back from the edge or you may fall
come back from the edge
please

 

 

 

 

 

Miss nothing

goodbye charger
the she-god
and boots
the howler
wet angela
ironfoot
weak bowelled shaun
the goitre’d one
the alien
the void
and mad mel
the human standard
the midget king
tenfold
mr E
the phantom shitter
bovine and gazelle
wee eddie and others
carpet burn jason
the brute
the nepotists
the neighbours
the sons and daughters
husbands wives and friends
and miss nothing
i miss nothing
of this goodbye
goodbye goodbye goodbye