Come on baby it’s an odyssey
But I don't know if you’re too blind to see
I can take you there but don’t forget about me

I blew all my money on a submarine
I’ll let you drive it if you keep it clean
Deeper and deeper and everywhere in between

It’s about time that I left this scene
Been running in circles since I was seventeen
Now I know what life can be
So darling don’t you dare laugh at me
It’s an odyssey

My sailboat is in for repair
And my plane would never get in the air
But it’s alright I have a chute and flare

Bring a map and avert your eyes
I didn’t know you couldn’t do sunrises
We'll write our names high up in the skies

I really have to leave this scene
Been running in circles since I was seventeen
Now I know what life can be
So darling don’t you dare laugh at me
It’s an odyssey

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fortune have i  amongst friends today
for giggles                                       
we're playing 'dress up' as shadows
we assign ourselves each   an adult target
and we race   brazen missiles at strangers
                       and induce connections
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aligning with their moves
magnetized fish children  facing rival reflection
  then  toes to their heels  in glad dance mime
flapping about to mate
    with their actions and irritations  
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they try to dog shake us loose
they clamour and parade
run at us snapping
hiss anger and fail to evade us
              our sapping
and they become bone-weird and depleted
                 our mad energetic spell
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we’ve exhumed away their humour
and they've given over the fight
the light
that little furnace
a beady l.e.d. clips off
then  we  the shadows  are guide
and we’ve taken over  strings on kite
we have won our somnolent zombie slaves
we could ride them like a mule
and feed them their own stool
...if it best pleased us
.

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got to save up to earn a slower death
a more palatable   and rewarding one
medically attended
               cribbed comfy
'won't you cheer me on to the afterlife ?'
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got to pave my way to a dosing oblivion
whilst my bowls void into clear bags        
with measure marks down the sides
and my muscles lack and sag            
and distress is stretched
                      for all those who may dare pay me a visit
'won't you cheer me on to the afterlife ?'
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gotta have that great white death    
gotta have clean    clean paperwork
by the book   shuffle off .. no ..
drip off.. good to the last drop
                                        rattle breath and plop
'here's to the afterlife'
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caught by surprise... flash !
your face   bleached by the camera
you look like your trying to halt          
                           some base emotion                      
something ticking fiercely                          
               behind that beached expression
a hesitant question molesting                        
           something you couldn't take back
once uttered

if uttered   a destructive spell ?                 
             would it turn us away from you
in revulsion ? would we feel                       
                   too deceived by this mystery
to maintain friendship ?                                
                           maybe we’d astound you
and bond with support and                        
                       understanding ? or maybe
behind it all you hide                                  
              simple disgust for the lot of us ?

 perhaps          i'm being silly                         
          and   you simply chose
                  a poor photo ?

If I were a lantern
I'd light your way
I'd keep you company
At the end of everyday

If I were a kayak
I'd get you home safely
No matter the weather
Currents are rough lately

If I were an umbrella
I'd keep you dry
I may attract lightning
But only a few times

If I were a chef
You'd have perfect dinner
Everything so tasty
You might start wishing you were thinner

If I were a house
You'd have a home
Cozy at best but
You'd never be alone

If I were a statue
I'd watch over you
Perhaps a little eerie
But its what I'd like to do

If I were a wifi router
You'd have unlimited speed
No waiting for hours
Instantaneously download your needs

If I were a lover
I'd be the cheesiest one
Flowers, chocolates, jokes
Whatever you want for fun

If I were a millionaire
You'd never need a thing
I'd take care of all your needs
Only a smile you need bring

If I were an actor
I'd struggle I admit
I don't like being fake
For you I'd do it for the bit

If I were a teapot
Your cup would always flow
Energized or relaxed
Either way I've got honey ready to go

If I were an outlet
I'd charge your cords
Endless hours of digital entertainment
so you are never bored

If I were in love
The ink would fill my pen
But it seems I'm not
So it's random thoughts until then

A spider hangs above my ceiling
Ink-black, eight eyes on their torso
I crave a rest on its web
a newspaper, coffee steaming against my palm
But it seems inhospitable
It fancies bugs and flies, not 22-year-olds
and I bet it aches to lecture, with all might
"Get off your bed, you failure of a poet!"
But it can't, spiders lack vocabulary
Or maybe they do