Soul-mates come from hollywood I know better than to love It is as real as money And when the banks burn and people ask what was real fingers will point in all directions indicating nothing
In the cold dead of space The voyager one Floating forth With dark was the night By Blind Willie Johnson Engraved onto a gold plated disk In its belly So fitting
The moon is half full tonight My spleen is twice as big tonight And in my horniness I hope for a nondescript passerby To knock on my door And wrestle the sadness away with me No questions asked But no one comes And I wonder how many others feel so hopeless tonight
There was a saint at the bar last night He wore a battered shirt And had uneven stubble He cradled his beers Peeling the labels off out of boredom If you looked closely you could see the early signs of a receding hair line And bags under his eyes All he had said in three days Was "beer" and "thanks" He didn't look like a saint And no one went home with him that night And he ate 50 aspirin And he wasn't at the bar the next day Or the next But he was a saint
I remember through the haze of Hong Thong and Thai Stick Our sterile love In that shabby hotel In Chiang Mai Our stubble Like Velcro And I don't remember much else Wasting away Here It's funny how you forget things It's also crushingly sad
I don’t know about those pastoral scenes Those bucolic and primordial endless greens Unspoilt trees and murmuring streams I know the concrete and the pavement Uneven cobblestones with cracks in them With dandelions growing through Only sometimes
I love the later more I’m in love with the concrete behemoths The back alleys of life The gnarled bouncers (unreciprocally) The curious glimpses at weathered flyers on the floor I love the sterile street lights and the worn faces ILLUMINATED by them The ushers and hustlers and cautious taxis The drunk geniuses The night-swimmers The nudists The opinionated Etc
Yet life whittles down these loves for that of the Calculable The Regimented And Controllable Etc
The poetry It has spilled Like the blood of a great massacre And it has diluted To a near transparent film Over the 21st century Over Miley Cyrus' *** Over grotesquely distorted salaries It lingers in the grey concrete behemoths of utilitarian cities It's on your cat It's in your parents hair It's in Angela Merkells teeth And this omnipresent film That only few can see Is evaporating into a backdrop incandescent beauty It's vaporising into an intoxicating nectar It's what slavery was to the blues Or the reconstructions of war to bauhaus Or what the crusades were to the renaissance So twerk on Miley Your artlessness Makes art stronger by the day
It's ok to smile once in a while it can sometimes make you laugh it kind of just feels good to do it It's ok to think of life as a joke in these moments because you need a good joke to laugh at this ****
I am tired of the Americans chasing their opaque neon dream I am tired of well tailored speeches justifying wars I am tired of the dusty remnants of a roman lie striking fear into the hearts of many and an absent god forcing his framework on an apathetic world and I am tired I am tired of constipated museums and the few dictating the sonic landscape of the many I am tired of horse meat scandals and frenzies over crashed planes and I am tired I am tired of globalisation being an auction for the lowest human rights rather than being wasabi peas at Tescos And sleep is the cowardly death of the feelies and TVs of the world
We stood infront of each other Ripping off chunks of flesh Mixed with matted hair We gouged eyes Struck bone Tore strips of skin As pools formed at our feet And kept going Clawing at cartiledge Pulling at intestines Until we got to the core And we were both bare That was our love
Last night you saw past my front And we connected Eye to eye Arms around torsos Tongue in cheek (My tongue in your cheek) Right there Revelling in the stupid jeers And cartoon smirks Unified As one Just like they sell it it the **** movies and flowery poetry
Except this didn't really happen Because I am here on my own Thinking that death isn't that bad after all It's the approach That's terrifying
Your anatomy laid bare for me Your silhouette in the dim light And other things that can make a good man Unreasonable
Door closed Locking out the perfect faces on the billboards Shielding two more from the broadcasts of unobtainable lifestyles As our souls speil, soar and reel in the dark As we descend into the milky cosmos As the space between two sheets is filled with love
When you go from being a producer to a consumer everybody knows you’re going to have to dance to the producers beat you CONSUME education you CONSUME your individual style you CONSUME yourself because you are a brand
The man who had all the time in the world For whom the clocks stopped ticking Didn't know what to do with himself And soon enough Not an amount of time you can measure But soon enough He prayed for death And to have less time
The baby Who was born with all knowledge in his head Went straight for the razor And cut this whole thing short
I knew you well And I can picture you right now On your own In your room With only your beauty And be pretty sure that you are just there On your own With only your beauty to keep you company ***** And writhing miserably Sometimes But not mostly And I'd have liked you without your beauty But you are there now On your own With only your beauty But your beauty was nothing in the end Really
Something interesting happened today I stitched the pansexual symbol To the back of my denim jacket And went into town Most people didn't get it But a few did And their jaws hit the ground And that made it worth it
The blues is hot on my heels But if I keep travelling it stays a step behind And if I drink and smoke it hides in the shadows And sometimes when I listen to music It invades me And finds a good spot And sits comfortably For a while But then it finds me again Because man is made to suffer
It's a shame my head exploded The day I met you In front of those dinner guests On that tinder date My mind was blown It's a shame that you were disfigured By the shrapnel from my skull It was going well for once It's just a shame that my head exploded
There are drugs And the shadow of divinity is scattered By an unwelcome daybreak creeping into the room Revealing lechery in our eyes Everyone's voicing their ultimate truth And yards if soul unfurl As we distance ourselves from god And words fail All watched over By the retreating darkness And the wrinkled reality revealed
If you leave me I will send you poetry And if we marry And you leave me I will send you poetry And alimony And if your new guy beats me I will still send you poetry Your bones could leave this sad world baby And I'd just switch to elegies
I am by the sea And I have left behind A girl too good for me And the sea swells to my libido As it crashes on the earth And bruises the sky And you could write a masterpiece here Or you could just try to forget
On monday I will have to brush shoulders with artless people in an artless world but for now I have Songs from a Room and Dave Bixby and the stumbling hours of a Sunday afternoon
My friend has a stain in his **** bowl And it's a bit disgusting But at least it gives you something to aim for And it's always good to have something to aim for Even if it is just a stain In a **** bowl
Let's transcend this sad world baby Just you and me Past the sidewalks And shrinking patches of green And ministry of sound compilations And the weight of infinity on our backs As we circle one of the 300 billions stars in our galaxy In a universe of 170 billion galaxies Just you me and a mattress baby That's all we need
No sleep and I take my dark eyes to the streets and the membrane separating the subconscious is weak People become angels and demons Screeching metro wheels are symphony orchestras and emotions bump, collide and vibrate like particles in boiling water No sleep but it's going to be a good day
I roll up and lubricate my thoughts they spiel the sky crashes down and the furniture is shaking now the bed is jettisoned the outside whispers nonthreateningly a perfection forms
Threadbare and naked Shattered in ruins in front of you Cold trembling leaves of your autumn To my naive spring Here All I ask Is for your limps To unhinge For you To let me in For me To loose myself To you For however long That may be Take this longing from my tongue And all the useless things these hands have done
Don't think about how it makes you feel And then use the most powerful words you know to portray it Don't write a line, then use rhymezone to fit in with your ******* couplets Don't use the flowery words of dead poets Thus Glimmer Hope Love I've seen these rearranged a thousand times Fruitlessly Write it how it is If it is beautiful Then so will be the thing you write It is the only way
Me and my brothers We are raised tall and defiant We are rallied and railed against An apathetic world at which we spit We spiel our ululations to the night sky Our candles burn at both ends
We rise to get broken Here comes ocean Icarus wouldn't be a legend If he hadn't aimed for heaven