He sits in his stupor.
Pooled upon the floor.
Normally, that's how he prays.

He writes his best.
In his centre handed spirograph.
To tell the world how he hurts.

Like the shrinkless rest of us he writes.
The best he knows, the only way he knows.
Honesty and suffering. A man, convicted to the pit.

A paradise for staring eyes
Spectacular show.

But he has no interest.
His talent is his silence.
Spoken through his words.
Wound in his insanity.

Honesty is a bike.
Ridden by everyone, but mastered by very few.

And so he waffles on. Because he loves bikes.

Flashing at the eyes, the TV shows the sky.
Why not go outside? It doesn't flash at the eyes.
Listening to nonessential gibberish,
The TV chunners on.
Why not go outside? It doesn't chunner gibberish.
Looking out the window, the TV shows the window.
Why not go outside.
The TV shows outside.

Cradle swinging
Tarzan bedbound fantasy.
Life support.
Metal clanging.  Make believe.
Janet will see me now.
Ape serves me some tea.
Vines and cigarettes and windows open I can dream.
Mattress cuddle.
Sunrise soon.
Breakfast served may as well *****.

Would you like a cup of tea my dear?
Yes, past boiling, to burn my lungs.
Jasmine or lemon?
Both.
Lemon jasmine lung buster coming right up.
With sugar?
No.

Steel of Damascus,
Skin exposed.
Dog walks in.
Dog eyed grin.
Steel holstered.
Treat Tuesday.

Tears. Icicles against the concrete.
His semicircular view of a world passing by.
He wept. Crystals, chest freezer vista.
The warmth of friends seemed so distant.
Sand dunes on a simple path.
Gasping for air he longed for moisture.
Silly oasis would never come.
His friends loaded the chat and he wasn't there.
And they wondered if he really meant what he said.

Newspaper Sunday,
Another day gone.
Clawing the clockface, for just one more rave.
Hiding from sunrise, I've seen it before.
Cold and empty. Weekend comes round.
Craving beige in an candle of colours,
Holding out for an impromptu paint spill.
Beige has never seemed so intense.
When the world is beige, so bright I'm blind.
I'll shut my eyes and hide in the dark,
My different beige will light up the spark.

Crack pipe lyrics
Can you feel your lips?
Puff in the smoke
Ocarina of time,
Smoke on the water
As you ******* your mind.
Blanket of troubles,
Show bed relief,
People passing by
Let them gawp at your needs.
Handle circumstances
All that you can
Fumble in the playground
Of the world in hands.
Smoke another pipe
Let it sink in your skin.
The world's no longer sideways
And you can hear yourself think.

Red kimono.
She scoops him up.
The liquid kimono fills her arms.
Wailing to the sky.
Nobody hears.
She stares through the tears.
The tears at the tears.
His wrists draining in her arms.
A mother can bleed for a child.
And die for him.
But not live for him.

A knife
Needs a home.
My blood,
Leaves it's host.
Blessed, steel on bones.
Forbidden ritual.
On our own.
No-one to care.
For tomorrow.

Head upon the railroad steel,
Let us see how much you feel.
Iron horse stampedes your way,
Let us see how much you sway.
Head dismembered neck bleeds out,
Perhaps you should have just pulled out.

Healing, is what you find in the pour,
A heartful of hatred and anger, and sore.
Weeping into a vessel of lies your hand shakes violently.
What a *****.
Tears streaming down, you sink one more glass, the nails, tinsel go down.
The bottle of caltrops seemed so tasty in a crisis, home grown.

The traveller walked
His lonely Road
On slow and solemn stones.

He stared out into
The fields of sorrow,
And thought about his own.

They came to mind
But left his memory
Replaced by what he'd done.

And the crystal sunrise
Gone forever
To find his way back home.

Thin wrist,
Fat belly.
Disproportionate sunrise.
When you take a ****.
Factory products
From an insistent buyer.
Customer discontent.

They rolled her up in the rug,
And carted her off to the incinerator.
Nobody knew who she was,
But her needled skin looked like she had one last ride.

Billy bear, smiling hard,
Sandwich gone let's go.
Billy bear, smiling hard,
Chair in place, rope up smart.
Billy bear, smiling hard,
Neck in place, kick the chair.
Billy bear, smiling hard,
Straggling madness, noise is made
Billy bear, smiling bestest,
Neck is broken limbs fall limp.
Billy bear, broken sandwich.
Swinging limply
Billy bear.

Her lips
His sauce
His eyes
Her lips
No sauce
For her
His sauce
For him.
Her hand
Smacked away.
No sauce
For her.

Trail blazing for coins
She chunners to herself.
Singing a song
Nobody knows.
Vocational begging
She has all the skills.
Whatever you want.
Give her a quid,
She'll shower you with praise.
Give her a note,
She'll give your **** a name.
Pay her a fee,
She'll writhe in the dark.
Patrolling the alleys
It's all the same.
Her gypsy heroism
Keeping all the girls safe.
Her job is the same.
Toothless by daylight.
Desirable in dark.

Goodness gracious.
Vinaigrette vivacious
Testicular temptatious.
As we're all falling down.
Atishoo. Hiemlich maneuvers.
Justiciar. Sensible says a lot to say.
Especially if I say nothing.
For a fortune.

Desperation rubber. Smash. Sunrise.

Cream and doneplings.
Cancer of the bladder.
For the feelings you know the most.
Are the feelings that **** you the fastest.
Sunrise Tuesday
Sunrise Tuesday

Machete made contact today.
Her neck was no match for the blade. Snip,  he ****** her hard.
Over and over. Over again. Til she dried out.disgusted he pulled himself away. Necromantic fantasy complete he stared at the dry ******. He messed up. Better chuck it in the bin.

Is there a reason you refer to me in the past tence?
Have you ever licked marble doctor?
Salty and certain.
I'm going to ****** my husband. You know I am. Tomorrow.

Destruction lunch
Buried in sunrise.
Warped bitter sweet events.
königstraße
Car crash. Ferrari festivities.

Fbi agent poke made his play.
My ******* has never been the same.
Chess for Christians.
Noahs **** .
Running because it's a Sunday
Afternoon tea. Served with *******.

Crisp packet crunch.
Aids breakfast. I'm a clown.
Forest ****.
Happy prayers.
We're clever.
Beheaded at dawn.
Beans and sausage on time.

Caressed by granite limbs.
Golem gone bad.
Gone rogue, gone ruptured.
Lava bleeding, hot coffee.
Hot mess, rocky Mountain.
Marvel at it.
Fractured but pure.
Let's chip some faces in it.
It's pretty now.

Dumpster fire jesus
Poked holes in his hands.
A sprinkling of stigmata.
For all of his fans.

Dumpster fire jesus
Resurected himself.
After a hard night on drugs
He woke up, not quite himself.

Dumpster fire jesus
Turned water to wine
When he went to the shop
When the dinner table ran out of wine.

Dumpster fire jesus
Has crucified himself
When he stood, spread eagle
And hung himself.

Why do we scream when the world is deaf?
A loneliness that crashes,
Ocean waves on rocks of indifference.
Straight jacket disco,
Pump up the volume maestro,
The closed ear speakers go quieter.
Silence leaks though the cracks,
The cave, louder as the resident screams.
Brick him in.

Hiding in a blanket
Prayer lost in a church,
Shielded in a pew but no-one cares that you're there,
It isn't why you're looking when you're feeling the burn,
Thoughts exorcising reason and it's all you can bare.

Tomes providing reason,
When you're lost and alone,
As you see the gold and silver, and you feel you're at home.
But just behind the curtain peeking cold and afraid,
Is the same possessive helplessness that you feel in your veins.

Are you blessed on holy contact
When you roll back your sleeves?
Are you baptised by the needle as it washes your needs?
As the vestments of your eyelids black the white of your eyes,
As the emptiness and loneliness comes to blacken your sky.

The prayer that you speak when you need God the most.
Is the silence as you see him when he runs through your host.

And when ***** fills your lungs and you've completed the prayer,
When the tourniquet is loosened and your veins breathe some air,
When the needle bows it's head and you can writhe in dark,
When nobody is looking and you don't know where you are...

Feel him wash, and cleanse your soul.
Leopard stigmata, forgotten soul.
Breath is a whisper. Lie in your hole.

Your smile, infectious.
Just you and me.
We crinkle and cuddle.
Whistling our tune. You and me.

Skipping through daydreams,
It's just you with me.
We twinkle in starlight,
Our night, you with me.

Hand on my chest.
You breath just like me.
Our scent wrapped in smiles
You woven in me.

I wonder, if circumstance
Worked out differently?
To say? No, I'll bottle it
Because I like you and me.

As my world burns,
All I have ever loved,
All gone.

As the flame licks at my skin.
As my flesh is melted
As the last embers leave my eyes.

As I am changed by the flame
As I become the fallen phoenix.
I am embraced by flame.

I survey a field of green.
A green tea haven of geisha girls and butterflies.
I watch it swell and Bloom.
I see the greenery swallow.
I watch the forest grown brown.
It swells in its own poison.
Browning, flaking in its own skin.
Dried in envy at its own finality.

Fingers against the portrait.
Dragging the vision into despair.
Landscape lop-sided.
Stock photo nightmare.
Bared against the lies.
Deformation of character, a characteristic cliché.
A teardown of deception is more like it.
But let's lay close to our lilo of lies in the cesspool of sporadic secrets.

The day said no
My toast said absolutely not.
Everything I tried to be said absolutely ******* not.
I woke to an angry wall
And the angels did a Mexican wave.
And I just stared
Helpless.
And in my moment of deliverance,
I was handed stiff kittens.

The end is oh so sweet.
We're telling the story as they see it.
As they want to hear it.
To take it in.
They try to adopt it.
And we spiel on. Speak and spiel and ramble. A sad story never told but never heard. And never listened to.
Our deaf concert. Our gouged eyed gallery.
Ours but silent.
Ours but deficient.
Ours but just for us.
As we twirl down and around this silly path together, one tiptoe behind the other.
You and me him and I.
The object and the thing.
This is me and we are it.
The object, slammed and squished down the plughole, by grotty fingers through a grimey grate. That is grateful. Because. And this is the real cuntfucker.
I am.
I exist.
I stain a stainless slab of green.
In an endless ocean of nightmares for those that have vision to see but are deaf enough to see. And
Now you have it
My heart in your hands.
And the beat is a rhythm for you to play.
So let the deconstructed Orchestra fill the room.
And let's allow.
Just this once.
The little boy to sing.

We're edging everybody!
We're edging!
We're ready for the main course!
We're breathless
We're bracken
We're broken.
We're rolly polly turning and spinning and lost and out of control.
But.
We're.
Putting on a **** good show!

My drug smuggling little sprite.
My glorious dazzle of ******.
My sinful glass of slaughter.
My favourite colour of wrist.
My red of colour of wrist.
My colour of wrists of wrist
My wrist of wrist of wrist
Wrist of wrists of wrists.
Wrist of red of colour
My favourite is red
Red wrists is what I like.

You're happy are you?
Truly?
Since the day you were spat out of your **** ****?
Well I doubt it.
If you were you wouldn't be here.
Cursing the hole you crawled out of.

He thrashed violently at the crowd.
He didn't know what they were saying
Only that they were yelling
And he hated being yelled at.
He liked his mud
He liked his stink
And he did not like an audience.

And here we have it ladies and gentleman.
A scene before your eyes.
A man who had it all
Everything
Good health
Good family
The best friends.
But instead he chose this.
Look at him now
Dancing his merry tune.
Be fascinated at how exhausted he is
Simply breathing.
Astounding is it not?
Well
Good people
That's not all
Watch what happens
When we give him
A gentle
KICK!

The corset grows tighter
The mind thickens with the weight of the plot
The screen gets brighter as the moon clouds the sound
The viens grow nearer to the claws that keep them flowing.

Does the drop. At the bottom of the well. Feel as freeing. As it looks. For those that. Peer. Longingly. Into its depths.

Does a dozen make a dime?
Does a dime make a difference?
Does a difference make a dossier?
Does a dossier make any sense at all because this is making about as much sense as your life which is as delightfully nonsensical as this script.

So. I look like a massive *******.
When all is do is self deprived nonessential cuntish behaviour.
Those outside can see with clarity.
What's happening to me.
But on the inside those outdoor eyes are always so unfriendly and hostile and, just, well, ******* nosey.

Did you enjoy the trip to Derbyshire Brenda?
You know, the one where you met that stupid ******* cowboy impersonator
Named Carl.
Yes Carl.
Yes THAT Carl.
The one that gave you VD.
Yeah so I was just asking because, guess where I am and guess who I'm stood next to!

When there's **** all else to do.
What else is there to turn to?

When your mind is on the edge.
With no-one to talk it down.
When you said good morning to your own mother
When your knees just want to buckle
When the end is oh so close
But you don't believe in ghosts
When you're prattling on inside you're own head
When not one useful words being said
When you have friends you're going to miss but they'll never see you like this
When you just want to scream it all out but you've nothing useful to shout.
When you want the world to bend to your selfish will.
But it shouldn't. Because that's selfish.

When a salmon named Steve
Met a starfish named Tracey.
They had hot, shelley *** and made
A tuna.
Named Brian.
And he swam past a jellyfish just last week.
And it was a Wednesday.

Are you playing alone again boy?
Nobody listening,
But you've an important job to do boy.

Playing with your toys again boy.
They're still not listening,
Keep up the work you're doing,
Alone again boy.

And when you get campylobacter
From licking the wheels on your toy tractor,
You'll die all alone in the end boy.

Important work you're doing
Very important that you do it
All alone little boy.

Throat.
To the stars.
A cave.