Fetal cries,
Darkened skies,
Mind withdrawn and numb.

Shivering, jittering,
Skin wet, glittering,
Soaking on the floor.

Endless day,
Joyless pain,
Fight it out,
Battle on until tomorrow.

As he stands on the precipice of the clear deep lake,
He takes a moment.
It's mirror sheen, unfathomably deep and dark, stares back.

He adjusts his rose tinted goggles.
The maelstrom behind swells,
beckoning his return,
to it's warm,  and safe embrace.

He steadies himself, and breathes in, allowing hope to fill his lungs.
His first deep breath in such a long time.

Closing his eyes, tight against unknown,
he dives in.

Into the vapid singularity,
He's ****** forth, whole.
The wasp fly's by, unfettered.

She toils amongst the gravel.
Blood eageled by her hollow gains.
Timid, as time slips softly across her lips.

Time slips around open wrists,
that yearn for redemption.
Tracing crosses in the sky.

Hallowed, and hollowed. She contains her sick spells.

Veridian green billboards with a vetitver scent.

But red with wine and regret.

Living on work, lines, ****, liquor,
Queen of wine. My kingdom beckons.
Chic, glamour, shut in, slippers,
Empty throne for a day, I reckon.

Entangled, enabled, ennobled.
Eternally enfeebled.

Endlessly empty. Embarrassed.

Ended.

Cigarette lit,
Dancing embers in the rain.
Breathe in.

Head to the sky.
Exhale.

A pause.
A thought.
A moment for yourself.

Bliss.

Let the downpour wash away the tears.

Wined, dined, not a lady in sight.
Stomach lump. Body drunk.
Time a line of pudding.
Start your engines. Wave the flag.
This cart will race for miles.
No horizon. No turn off.
Miles and miles and miles.

Powder tickles,
Nasal trickles,
Whiskey, wine, makes me feel fine.

The ***; he drinks his coffee.
A coffee with a ***.

With coffee, he smokes a cigarette,
A coffee with a ***.

He enjoys a smoke and coffee,
The ***, coffee,with ***.

He'll do the same tomorrow,
A coffee, and a ***.

Time running away
In a slow motion quagmire,
Rotting away
In an addiction wasteland.
Look in the mirror
Wrists to the sky
He looks back
On your lips
Only salt.

Head going nowhere,
Mind out of control.

Walking in circles,
No way back home.

Minerva,
My soul.
Come wash me away .

My morning my life my love.
I can't get over you.
Turning at the corners of my mind.

Bright lights, noises,
My mind is overcome.
My body rips around my neck,
My mind is not my own.

Glowing hands make pretty signs,
Enticing overtones.
Come closer, into the nether realm,
All I know, I'm not my own.

In a crystal, I am a butterfly.
I walk when I should run.
In a dream world, I fly, another life,
A body. Never mine to own.

This mind of concubines.
Of slaves to all I want.
My needs have become a metaphor,
For wrongs not quite my own.

Maybe in the real world,
I'll find my way back home.
Until then, I ride this downward *****,
I've made this life my own.

The ****,
Becomes a flower,
Returns to soil,
And turns to stone.

Ready the horses,
Wax clean the saddle.
I'm riding again.
To battle, to the end.

As he pulled the creature closer to his lips,
He paused.
He felt his arms pull away,
He felt his throat close.
So innocent. So friendly.
He felt the creatures cold, silky embrace pine for him to drink.
He looked at the creature.
Silent.
Inanimate, but bubbling with possibilities.
He allowed his lips to touch the creature,
To kiss the rift at the end of turning back .
He sipped. He drank. He guzzled.
He drowned in the creature as it caressed an unquenchable thirst.
And then the creature was gone.
No matter. There are many more.
His eyes filled with desire, he took another one, and allowed insatiable need to fill his mind.

Kettles, hob rings, and rancid buttered things.
Teabags, eye bags, wishing I was dead.
*******, regret stains, killing me inside,
Fruit juice, footloose, do it all again.

I saw a different man now you're here
I held different cold hands now they're here
I saw a different man now he's here
I held a different man now he's here
I want that different man now he's not here.

Didn't die in my sleep today.
A good day.
So says everyone else
Hands to the sky,
A meteor phoned home.
But I still didn't die in my sleep.
There's always tomorrow.

I know you,
You know me.
Who knows who?
Knows me and thee?

You know them,
Do they know us?
How do we know?
What they say about us?

I know they say
They know us well.
Do they really know?
The lies I can tell?

To be loved
To be wanted and held,
Never forgotten.

To know this.
To bathe in vitriol.
To know it is all you.

To want to be clean.
To want to care.
To want to want.

My best friend moved in with me today.
His life fell apart,
Shattered to nothing,
And so now, he lives here
With me.

I should be happy.

The wedding bells struck
As lady Veronica marched down the aisle.
Her gay boyfriend stood still in his shoes.

'my love?' He asked tentatively.
'you're doing just fine' she smiled.

She laid her hand on his chest.
Togetherness in all.

'my love.'  he replied.


Veronica drew up her dress as if a sword.

'We are to be wedded priest. Make it happen'.

When I get home,
Cloaked in all my anger from my work
My wee dogs paws, brush it all away.
All I have; is you, your wee paws tacking on the floor.

The sea drinks at the shore,
Moon in hand, the waves dance.
A slow silent samba.
Lazily. Shyly stealing sips.
Black and endless.
Timidly swallowing the world whole.

Now when I think of
My mother dear
That she can be
So full of cheer
Though she knows
Her life ends near
That she can be so
Full of cheer.
She coughs her lung's up
A mucal smear
She ***** her **** out
The end is near
But all my my mother knows
This simple thing
She lives her life
With all she holds dear.

Blood of my blood
Sins of my sins
Wrists are everything you need.
Cutting board cutting stains
Hold them out and let them renew
The world is so alive
For a zombie.

Pull on your face,
Drink wine with your friends.
Curdle at crying children.
This life is perfect
Everything smiles at you.
Dig a hole
It'll be yours forever.

Can't use these hands
Fingers aren't my own
Can't say what I mean.

Can't stand this life
This depression is all I own
I love what it's done to me.

Can't remember if it's real
The men that speak down to me
So **** in their long white gowns.

Can't cope with this no more
My world better ******* explode.
At least then I can watch the fireworks.

A Cigarette,
The smokey pillows soften the air
A Beer,
For that snap, crackle, and pop.

Muffled. Sated. Play.
Titivating the field with wine.
Game changing moments,
Clouded in a red haze.

The poison needle hits the turntable and spin's me round again.

Objectifying paranormalising
Scaring the feelings away.

Tell me what the instruments say
Tell me what the probes feel.

Let's go round again.
It will always be there the second time.
Let's make rounds again,
One more time.

Doctor know it all
Look at my face and tell me all,
The things you can say I've never saw
In my head, inside you crawl
Probing thing's I stuck on the wall
Let me know when you've seen it all
Maybe we can sit and draw
Up a way to leave this endless sprawl
I'm tired and need a way out.

Once more into the deep red sea,
Warm and fresh,
Terrifying and deep.

Splatter about
A dog; first time, thrown in.

The blue fights to be free
It grips at the lungs.
Strangling to see...

Drop down the anchor,
A harbour draws near.
A light in the fog
Let it float in.

Curtain drops,
Crowd applauds,
The magician takes a breath.
He looks down at his plain fingertips.
True magic will never be his to perform.
If it was, he would simply disappear.
Forever.

Undo your throat,
Shatter both your knees
Twist out your eyes
And cut off your ears

Snap out your spine
Hang out your heart.
Spread out, blood eagle
And swoop down to the abyss.

Worship the wonder
The dead crimson art.
Behold your new gods.
They were there from the start.

Take a little sugar
Stick it in your eye
The world seems so much sweeter
Than the one that's in your mind.

Reset.
We've closed off too much main content.
The choices we've made,
have locked us into the worst ending.
I wanted the one where we're together.
I don't like this one.
Reset.

Early morning strikes again,
Up I rise,
Collect my head,
Stare at the zombie,
caged in the mirror on the wall.

Come cut off your pound of flesh,
I don't want to pay my debts,
Dump my carcass,
Rotting freedom on the floor.

On it again
Friends are plentiful
A cake with no cut ins.
Plenty for all.
Pass me a slice.

Straps up.
Face on
Lets have it

Back and forth in front of the mirror
To and fro
Clown and civies
Back and forth.
Back and ******* forth.

Hide away
Closet all your feelings
With me, hide away,
Hold all of your worries,
With me
Hide away,
All your biggest terrors, with me,
Hide away,
Everything you want in life just
Hide away,
All you want to be just stay with me and
Hide away.

Empty smiles, such fakeness
People say that you should never hurt.
Never say what they truely feel.
As my world is breaking
Smashed to pieces in my universe.

Head in the water
To begin the day
To drown today.
Rinse.
Repeat.

Is it me?
Or do you hide behind that white nose smile?
I'll never know.
You'd never say.
All I know is,
It's a white day. A good day.
For you and for me.

He drinks in his bitterness
His communion wine
He guzzles it down
Washing over him
A river of hate.
Anew he rises.
Proud and afraid.
Unloved and despised.
Just the way he likes it.

Busting a move
On my sofa dancefloor.
Just me in my room
My hand jive
My breakdance
My cushions
My home.
Me and my songs.
My cigarettes and my wine.
My good time.
And no-one else around.

I'm helping you. You're helping me
It's a crackhead two way *******.
Scratching out the pit we loom over.
How deep down does the Satan pit go?
As deep as our retribution arc unravels.
See you on the other side fellow acolyte.
Studiously staring into the abyss.

Lying in a bed of needles
Just you and me and our bed sheets
Lying in our friendship circle
It's lonely in our circle holdout.
The only way to breathe; is get out
When you're here with me there's no sound.

Complain at the sky
Cry on the floor
Suffer through everything in between.

Your world is dead, dumb, and blind to you.