Normality trickles on by
Whilst I suffocate on the banks.
Such a pretty poison, glistening in the sun.
To suffocate or drown in toxic sludge.
To choke or hang.
Pass me the rope, It'll soon be weekend.

Empty.
Please take the world away from me.
Quietly,
Slit away,
Hands from the outside.

Hush now puppet.
The strings are ******* in bows.
Claws off stage with fingers tangled,
Cleave into the brain.

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.

Cleave from the field of trees,
deep root seers grasp,
sorrow through the past,
stems grow through the last.
Grave most graceful sees beyond.

Is it self loathing?
Even a warped self awareness perhaps?
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe its acceptance.
The forced march forwards to inevitable doom,
I am the war council and the soldier.
I am the battlefield and I am the on winning side,
For if I win I lose and if I lose I win.
The world is the house and the house will always win.
Funny, it seems. Absurd almost.
How much I just don't care anymore.
Empathy eaten away.
Pacman running rampant, severing the ties that bind myself to this war.
Godhood, ascension. A lobotomy to save the flesh from its commander.
We'll go over the top soon I'm sure, we can't hide in this trench forever.
We'll see the sky and feel the warmth. The bullet ridden carapace a legacy with an eye on the abyss.
The struggle over, no capitulation.

He pushes at his straight lines,
It's heaven in there,
Whole and pure and white,
It's wholesome.
It's tingling and tantalising.
Add one can for flavour.
My god just let me sleep.
Forever.

Sunshine whenever you turn my way.
gibberish rays coat my face.
you don't half chat some beautiful ****.
quotable, worrisome,  
but my perfect tremendously disastrous
friend.

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.

Needles in hospitals,
Street corner cures.
Doctors and medicine
Dealers and ******.

Forever in mind, my maiden,
Bind you with me forever.
Cut you in two my maiden,
Have you in mind, forever.

Eyes are a prize, my maiden.
Blind ritual, my saviour.
Coffin entombed, my maiden.
Sleep still with me. My
Baby.

His hand raced across his skin.
The tracks were clear and the driver was driving.
He was winning as the flag flapped and faded.
The driver delighted at the champagne spray.

Here sister,
Why do you hide from your friends?
Here silly,
We are your friends.
Stay sister,
Its just us.
Hear sister?
Nothing cries, and no-one cries but you.

The glint in the water,
It sprinkles in your eyes.
A Nymph gesture.
All mine.
It glows, in everything you do.
Mirror, opinions. Lost. Because it's in those.
Those big browny green eyes.

Hang time as the Watchman whistles,
A merry tune dancing upon; The daisies.
Stiffened, to attention.
Rigid salutations, graciously fragile.
What use is a cornman in a field of daisies?
When a Watchman watches such watchless whimsy?
The Watchman hangs in his field of daisies,
Rigid, salutations, in the hang time breeze.

Hello?
Are you there? I've been thinking about things.
About what you said.
Did you mean it?
What you said?
It was nasty.
Horrid.
I'll speak to you tomorrow.

Golden shoes walk a silver path.
Jeweler looks on through enviable emeralds.
Dull hum of green, backstage shine.
Jade blocks.
Then to the sapphire lake. Clattering, rolling over each other. Chance to shimmer lost in waves of chips and tarnish.
The jeweler is happy with his work, and so shall charge double.

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.

It's impossible to know,
How much I miss you.
In these melancholy tides,
I search for you.

Wishing on the horizon,
to feel close to you.
A mirage in the sand.
Longing to hold you.

Sail around the world,
And come find me,
I'm waiting, where you left me,
On the rocks where you held my hand.

Sail around the world
And come hold me,
I'm waiting in our place
Where we said we'd never leave.

Sail around the world
And come save me
I'm standing on the edge
On the edge where we first kissed.

There's a certain beauty in a ready meal
Icey and hard til you warm it up.
It spins like a ballerina
On its glass stage.
I observe the mouthwatering dance.
I am its number one fan.
Stalking,
I must see the beauty beneath the plastic. And I do and I will.
My pretty portioned Prince.

Insanity slipping through
the cracks in a chapped lip grin.
Its all ok
It was never ok.
It will never ever be ok.

Just say cheese.

Glassed in the face,
Hands torn from the bone.
The mirror shard glances a look .
It drenches itself in talc.
A pure white terror.
The red leaks through,
Taking a slow country drive over its skin.
The shards purposefully placed.
An easter island oddity.
It wipes its brow,
It stings some more.
Pure white powdered hot pain.
Its beautiful.

Why is it a 1000 voices?
All yelling the same **** thing?
Fall onto a 1000 deaf ears?
Knowing whats best for me?

I can't stop the endless voices,
Crashing about my ears,
But I have my endless poison
To wipe up those concerned tears.

Dressed in ink smiles we stare back,
Memories on paper lost to time.
Happy visions gone by,
Premonitions of time already lost.
I hold the moments in my hand,
and I wonder to myself,
Would they recognise me now?

Tasty line off a ***** sink.
Buzz cut buzz nut.
'hiya mate'
She says.
'wrong bathroom buddy'
'save us two's'
Bagpuss smile.
I like this one, bathroom buddies.

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.

Something old,
Sniffing glue.
Homeless grandma,
In plain view.

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!

Hard nails. Soft socks.
Feet try hard to feel soft.
Smiles in leather. Chamois shine.
Wind dancing through silken robes.
Murderer prancing in in the wind.
Smash the glass. Break the screen.
The world turns from lava to rock.

The despair,
The debilitating despair.
The overarching doom,
Because you know its coming.
The Attack.

Top hats off for the king returns.
Killing time. The monarch is heavy.
Cradles go buy. Silent. Streams and songs.
Aren't you happy with your eyes to the sun?
Say a prayer for tomorrows never seen.
The Queen weeps, for a Kingdom lost, a child her king could not provide.

Look how the statue cries.
Marble happiness in frozen glory.
Lips solid
Stare solid
Solid mood.
Solidly mistaken.
Halted in state, gripped by time.

Brutality crashes down upon insignificance. Salt, seasoning it's voracious appetite for more as it gorges ever near. Ceaseless in its endeavour to destroy.
The Man marvels at the tide as he basks in its glorious spray, he'll move when he finishes his cigarette.

Can I have my medicine?
The fist smashes through the cabinet,
Holding a blooded hand of normal.
As the mirror shatters,
And the hand insists,
Its life drip trailing across his choice.
He decides no.
He's ill. He's bloodied. He's lonely.
He's terminally free.
He stares into the glass as it warps away whole.
The blood pools and drains. And swirls.
A pantomime sworn in and sworn away.
Never again will he pill up for pantomime.
When the stage he rots on runs him by.
They bow and decay.
And he stands lifeless.
As the show rolls on.

The sky is blue
The pavement grey
And I'm feeling particularly gay
It's a good life
It's a good day
To slit your throat.

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

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

Role play,
Foul play,
Masks hang on the ground today.
Tired eyes,
Pretty lies,
Silhouettes in bloom today.

Silver beckons,
Platinum calls.
jewelers precision.
diamond drops, necklace impossibility.
azure coast, cries oceans of gold.
clamshell closure. kick back at the jellyfish.
ocean spray to wash it all away.
sandcastle liquidation from a avalanche of chance.
frame it in platinum, here for stands a masterpiece.
said the seaweed.

Cereal again for breakfast.
Vanilla. Love the smell.
Day tested me again.
Love toast.
Butter.
It's not right.
Hold on.
Toast grip.
Butter hand.
Butter knife.
*******. ****.
****!

****.

The chest of secrets.
Treasure's untold.
Beholden to the maker,
Corseted and peeking.

Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
Why is it talking? Is it preaching?
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
It won't shut the **** up.
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint.
How do take the ******* batteries out?!
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint
Smash it on the rock or something!
Just lob it!
Smash it!
Sai...
Phew, thank God.

Deep inside the forested Grove.
A candle lit dinner.
The children play.
They play with twigs.
And branch to sticks.
When the mood allows.
The mood is different today.
The twigs are sharp.
The tree falls down.
And kills them all.
'shall we serve pudding?'

Knocking uninvited
Please, come out.
May I sweep away the blurb of your previous customer?
Began.
Well it all started when…

I tell myself
As a man of sense and reason
'Ghosts and gods do not exist'

I'm not afraid
Of movements in shadows
Or the wrath of fiction work deities.

I'm too busy
Haunting my own mind
With toxic self awareness and self made demons.

They'll get bored soon.
They will
You know they will.
You're a disgrace.
You walk like it's your right.
You talk like you have permission.
You'll see yourself for what you are.
Soon.
Very soon.

Well is a home.
Hollow and cold.
Drowning at home.
Cold is a home.

Gazing in deep.
Deep is a view.


Sick in a bucket.
The water tastes gross.

Doctor Gasm examined it.
'theres a dead man in your water, and you've been writing silly rhymes'.

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.

So many eyes pass by
They all look but never see.
I ponder to myself
with my eyes closed.

The crowd goes wild.
Camera. Panning to hands.
Audience.
Clap, makes a move.
Show to begin.
Steel ship, skin sea.
****** moses.
Red tide.