Up before dawn to line up outside the raining shining hard on the pavement Did I forget something or is it my brain? Skyscraper babies Cloning of our lives Ourselves mere reflections of a consumer society gone wrong, consuming itself like a phage virus spitting out excretions of individuality to be consumed like cupcakes boughtContinue reading “Asleep In The Club”
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The Dock
I am the dock singing your tune on mute, on volume singing crazy tunes verse 1 came slowly like a metaphor whispered in the dark you had me at start verse two was a melody a head rush fatality and I came crashing down verse three was a story of tales remain untold verse fourContinue reading “The Dock”
The Pussywetters
The pussywetters come smiling the pussywetters have a bucket and they will put you in it the pussywetters the pussywetters have a plan the pussywetters care for no-one the pussywetters the pussywetters soak him in shit and he’ll be right out of it soak him to the skin and he’ll have to let us inContinue reading “The Pussywetters”
Blood of the Volcanic Sands
Sulphurous decomposition leaves a conversation of desiccated remains and milky white bones beneath a parchment skin. A rictus grin tells of pain and a tear falls from my eye. My eye is drawn to a yellow biro pen in the jacket pocket of the corpse. I wonder who put it there, for later, when it wouldContinue reading “Blood of the Volcanic Sands”
Depression
Monster God Fish pie In the everlasting… We can only bow and take the strain As they reign victorious Mercy for those deep in transgression In the house of God Strength to those suffering Joy to those in bondage Freedom to those in chains Epiphany to those in darkness Pray that we may see WildContinue reading “Depression”
Jig Poem
Jig-saw jig-seen Jig been there Jig will try it… Jig been… Jig self upwards Repair Hands together Going nowhere Jig on, Jig out Jig yourself out of a hole Jig-me a melody Jig inside to a tune Jig on anywhere, anyplace love has been Jig to the future, jig to the past Jig going forward It’sContinue reading “Jig Poem”
Songwrite 6
Song For Sirens Looking at my monitor in despair Listening to songs I wanted to write Maybe if we were together I’d start to get things right Now it’s so great to see you And our friends are the magic glue Baby I’m starting to believe there’s nothing better than me and you. Now itContinue reading “Songwrite 6”
EZKleen
Inside a dream Picking up mothballs from the carpet Haven’t you heard yet They do it inside Impossible leanings make no difference to the tide as if flows inland. Metaphor and simile Carpets of Persephone make glad-will for all men Persephone will be done Come to me and to hell Don’t pass GO! Will thereContinue reading “EZKleen”
18
new flesh, specious crawling, on and off, touch stories fall like dominoes into the quiet rush rush rush rush Brought out by music, a beacon of happiness perchance to meet and fall in love again. Squash. 1999. Value. Begotten Son. Him. Them. You. On The Crew. Past forgot but not forgotten Into another new Situation comesContinue reading “18”
It Tastes So Good…
Imagine, if you will…all the people standing there like statues at a dance. Then the music comes back on and the party continues. Somewhere else without me. Once upon a time I was wandering the rooms of a house where I used to live where I came across a strange fellow who wanted to play meContinue reading “It Tastes So Good…”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 