Injections of objective retention,
recondite, a bile-like-ripe lifer.
Can profane living
give rise to oblivion?
Give re-issuing license to losers?
Outstanding, derivative pleasurer
found lighting the end of a fuse:
Warnings abounded about her
moreover land closed in around her!
Still silence in mind,
expletives well timed,
I’d rather live lightly than longer…
A moaning most maudlin disgruntler
caught slinking and loudly around me.
These sorry sad Sinbads,
these bored boring bastards.
All fellow food-fighters forever!
unstraight thinkingness –
Temporal aching for focus.
What if one’s already on the greenest side of the fence?
where memory plays the strongest link!
My weakest link,
Feelings of floatyness
blankness – like a virgin canvas.
everyday the cycle uses me more.
Old and reliant on mothering still
where does/can one go from here?
Dreams of living on own, not loan
dreams you see
My base is flawed
As friends slip sandily through limp, feeble fingers
Good for shrugging and waving
and precious little else.
Oh good – to be here at the bottom again!
I am a man –
though I may dress like a girl
and smell like a pig
a man is what I am.
So do let me by
with my lazy eye,
with my nineties cut,
with my face – like your butt!
And with this limp (why I walk like a pimp)
let me pass.
Let my skinny arse
breeze by your frame.
Let my dim-dull brain
and my too-big feet
tread this nowhere street.
Give my erroneous nose
the space it needs,
as it goes,
do not stand in my stride
as my knock-knees collide.
’Cause I’d do the same
for your irksome name –
and I’ll let your flat face pass on free
if you’ll just shut it tight
and let me be.
One by one you break me down
Call my bluff wreak havoc around
Dish my dirt
Break my heart
Where have I left, to start?
Oh great red mouth so close to death
Why my heartache each jibe you jest?
Every breath your voice emits
Drenched in shit!
From where do your great statements spring?
Lost reality (or let it free?)
So stuck just west of truth you craze
Lost and circling in your own wasted maze
Even my coarse questions fail
Why am I asking?
Who cares at all?
Out of the reach of love
Standing clear of the paths that others dream of
How did you get so lost?
So far from warm hearts in this long frost
When worlds get close enough to touch
Your lonely tide draws all heat off
Here’s no blind old preacher
Crushed by the weight of a heart breached!
Just turning the other cheek
Keeping thoughts clear and pain out of reach
A rising chorus of lovers wail
for lost chance and misdirection
Somehow your drive is stuck on fail
When teased with a threat of emotion
And this shield that is fear’s
Some coarse protection
Unwilling to tempt a hope of union
So you stand clear of the
rough hewn path
And let those pass
Who promise what love desires…