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
The skyline was beautiful on fire All twisted metal reaching upwards The water wars The great migrations The barbarity of a thousand roving clans The infertility And the old used as meat Had made love a distant memory to those remaining But tumbling over scraps Navigating through shards Gnawing at withered roots Lapping at acrid streams We went on All we had done was hope better
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
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
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
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
I feel no kinship with gay culture Yet I am a ******* I feel no kinship with the heterosexuals either Yet I lust after unhinged limbs in the dead of night And I look for a concrete self In unobtainable categories That allure and allude me And 300 people have been sentenced to death in Egypt But I'm thinking about where my **** goes And writing poetry about it
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
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
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
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
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
We are born with the capacity to love everyone To find anything sexually gratifying We are conditioned otherwise **** condition Seek to deregulate Seek to push Seek to love
I can sense a great sadness in you You may wrap a large jacket around your shoulders And curl up into a ball at night But the sadness shines through The tight ball And the large jacket You bring it with you to the streets And you cut slices of it off for the people you talk to
I hope that one day The cork Holding it all in there Pops out
I saw the germ seed of civilisation In the metro today Between Châtelet and St. Michel It was stuffy And the ones already in Made it hard for others to get in We formed a barricade Made it look more stuffy Than it was Then tutted Or rolled eyes when others tried to get in There was a brotherhood Even though all we had shared Was the journey Between Châtelet and St. Michel
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
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
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
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
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
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