If you say I sound bitter Well, I'm not your baby sitter I can't tell you that Eden awaits in the clouds That the perfect one Is out there And so forth
We have to sift through the shadows To find the light my friends
There is genuinely a poem on here Called "My love for you is Like Violin Dubstep" And it's fine that people don't read my **** If it's the people behind such artless crap
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
Yesterday I heard a street preacher Ask a man If he had found god And he replied "I have money and health I don't need god" This struck me as very true And I wasn't sure who I hated more Out of the three
I know all these people who life pulls by the hand Life never let's them get any rest It tells them to sit up straight But then gives them good chairs to slouch on It tells them to be sociable But then puts beer down their throat And makes them sociable only sometimes These people get no rest And if they slip they just get dragged along
And all these people need to dig their feet in They need to make their life go at the right pace Or the right direction
As I puff And and **** sadly On carbon monoxide, Nicotine And 5000 others I think of Nixon, Maggie And other incarnations of the devil And realise That in the end Time Is the greatest dicator
I used to turn up late I used to take the long way home I used to stay up in ecstasy or agony until the first lights of day But I woke up today and found myself trapped By the 6:45 alarm By a bowl of Musli By brushing my molars By the No. 27 bus By my desk chair Colleagues Targets And slowly you smile And nod As they take you away From yourself Somehow
It's crazy how you can be at the right place at the right time And become a millionaire Or the wrong place at the wrong time and die In a gutter And how arbitrarily these people are chosen And how many things we can invent To make it all seem like it makes sense
Just the dull sighing of cars As they float by my window Projecting trailing shadows across the wall Just the pale gleam of the moon As it barely lights up the earth And just a small man In his bed Seeing this Hearing this In this But incapable of grappling with this And what this is
Do you get angry When others Don't abide to your moral code? Because we all have one And no one is right From mother Theresa to Charles Manson And then we die
the smoke rings live my lips in lign forming a long oooo that floats dances falls and rises around me and i am wrapped in smoke and dusty memories on this december sunday
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
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
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
As the black girl in front of me leans into the window I wish I had a camera Her reflection is forming a double exposure Of her sad eyes On a background of fleeting metro lights Next to me some girl gets slapped And is then restrained by an old man as she claws after her attacker There are two Japanese tourists They seem disappointed Some guy is staring at me And tries to nod a bit when I look back There is also this kid with pale white hands Half asleep and hiccuping into his lap Looks like he might throw up at any moment And in the midst of all the arbitrary existence I'm sat looking at the sad black girls reflection And a kind of perfection forms
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
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
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
We two boys together clinging Absinthe drinking Paradise garage dancing Old people alarming Tower top gazing Hands clutching Discordant steps searching Sound of you falling Giovanni's room emulating Stop the lift kissing Separated Then returning And turning Swinging Dancing 2-stepping Laughing Crying In Bars Clubs Roofs Rooms Corridors Parks Shops Seats Cinemas Streets And then returning Hands clasping Lips locking On our mattress Fulfilling our foray