Apr 2015
the caffeine and preservatives served me ill
and now the air is clear enough to hear
an echo of those angina beats
the rhythm of compressed time
where mild maturity becomes entwined
in curious calamity,
cut down, boxed up,
for all to see the choke hold
slip the sterling buckle
its teeth around your stubbled throat
and nylon stained constricted waste the
filthy lack of alibi
and now the air is clear enough to hear
an echo of those angina beats
the rhythm of compressed time
where mild maturity becomes entwined
in curious calamity,
cut down, boxed up,
for all to see the choke hold
slip the sterling buckle
its teeth around your stubbled throat
and nylon stained constricted waste the
filthy lack of alibi
pondering the way so many older celebrities end up dead in less than distinguished circumstances and empathising with that desire to keep it real, to keep on pushing boundaries no matter how unwise or unsavoury
