that I cannot trip without music
because it drowns out
the voices.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
One day I'm going to drop a fucking bomb on this city.
And spread into the air a hundred gallons of chemical contraceptive, vaporised and migrating with the wind currents, diffusing into every corner of this filthy scrapheap so no matter how many times you animals fuck each other, turn on each other and bite out each other's spines -
You will all die cold and unfulfilled. Alone and sweating in the dark. Unable to speak more then a whimper, eyes screwed shut against the fluorescent sun, concrete dust and foundation under your fingernails, lips cracked and ears leaking a clear, straw-coloured fluid...
The blistersweet truth of endless reality tearing into your veins and nerves. I want you to live forever in shadow and shame for what you all do to each other in the name of humanity.
You will all die cold and unfulfilled. Alone and sweating in the dark. Unable to speak more then a whimper, eyes screwed shut against the fluorescent sun, concrete dust and foundation under your fingernails, lips cracked and ears leaking a clear, straw-coloured fluid...
The blistersweet truth of endless reality tearing into your veins and nerves. I want you to live forever in shadow and shame for what you all do to each other in the name of humanity.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Collected Writings - 04
"ludo/lupo"
i play/i hunt
i laugh/i rage
i write/i kill
i feel/i deny
i sleep/i scream
i dream/i rot
i skin/i fur
i live/i die
i/i
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"insects"
gold-leaf moth wings watch them flutter - so fragile
touch it (touch her)
the surface flakes away
she (he) cannot stray far
cannot stay on course
disturbed wings cannot support
brushing the mantle
dodged the flames for ten minutes
then touches - ends
narrowly avoiding contact
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"Phucked Up"
The girl in the photograph
Never knew what hit her
Had never heard of benzene
or polystyrene
Had never thought that
One day, her world would be ashes
Had never tasted burning hair, meat, and rubber
Before today
And never knew herself
Until the shutter snapped for a instant
Frozen fire
And then, everybody knew her.
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"Two Acetyl Groups doth not a Killer make"
Saline with pheno-barbital
Intravenous pentothal
Shots of grain Alcohol
All to inhibitons quell
The new religion hydrolysed
To time-release the terrorised
Their prescriptions subsidised
So they won't think to open eyes
Running with diazepam
From factories in Pakistan
Methadone, Mirtazapine
To keep you home, to keep you clean
The wild child of thalidomide
Fluoxetine for the times you tried
To end your life, to end your strife
With ibuprofen, china white
Birch reduction turns the pill
That treats the cold, and minor ills
To “killer dope” - Please check his file!
Hypocritic Oath reeks of denial
This is the drug to focus child!
A pill for itch, a pill for scratch
- But they have yet to trace the batch
That caused those growths inside the rats
Insufflated, sublingual youth
All the toys of poisoned youth
Taken with food (three times a day)
Oh, god bless the FDA.
i play/i hunt
i laugh/i rage
i write/i kill
i feel/i deny
i sleep/i scream
i dream/i rot
i skin/i fur
i live/i die
i/i
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"insects"
gold-leaf moth wings watch them flutter - so fragile
touch it (touch her)
the surface flakes away
she (he) cannot stray far
cannot stay on course
disturbed wings cannot support
brushing the mantle
dodged the flames for ten minutes
then touches - ends
narrowly avoiding contact
----------------------------
"Phucked Up"
The girl in the photograph
Never knew what hit her
Had never heard of benzene
or polystyrene
Had never thought that
One day, her world would be ashes
Had never tasted burning hair, meat, and rubber
Before today
And never knew herself
Until the shutter snapped for a instant
Frozen fire
And then, everybody knew her.
---------------------------------
"Two Acetyl Groups doth not a Killer make"
Saline with pheno-barbital
Intravenous pentothal
Shots of grain Alcohol
All to inhibitons quell
The new religion hydrolysed
To time-release the terrorised
Their prescriptions subsidised
So they won't think to open eyes
Running with diazepam
From factories in Pakistan
Methadone, Mirtazapine
To keep you home, to keep you clean
The wild child of thalidomide
Fluoxetine for the times you tried
To end your life, to end your strife
With ibuprofen, china white
Birch reduction turns the pill
That treats the cold, and minor ills
To “killer dope” - Please check his file!
Hypocritic Oath reeks of denial
This is the drug to focus child!
A pill for itch, a pill for scratch
- But they have yet to trace the batch
That caused those growths inside the rats
Insufflated, sublingual youth
All the toys of poisoned youth
Taken with food (three times a day)
Oh, god bless the FDA.
Collected Writings - 03
"Weeping Wheel"
Final night
I see the stars
Suprising, for the noise of cars
And highways lit by iron light
Silent dark so broken now
By cries remiss of shotgunned cows
What is this truth? I doubt it's real
Fall asleep to stealer's wheel
I know that when I wake I'll weep
I wish i had some fucking weed.
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"Chi'ins Begets"
Roam the streets
Of green and gold
Till blood runs thick
And wind blows cold
The simple things
like fish and chips
A buttered ring
A sheet of trips
To make you sing
A quiet trick
To turn or two
My brain is slick
My aim is true
The city lights are coming down
With muddy tweak and reptile frown
I cannot speak to save my soul
Ketamine begets my hole
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"Finite Incantantum"
The solvent cunt
The gasoline
The bloody shirt
The muffled scream
The dripping skirt
The sodden rag
The deepest cut
The burning flag
I cannot taste my copper tongue
This party isn't very fun
The iron tooth
The keratin
I'd rather die
Then live in sin
Of burning truth
Considerate art
The lights are cut
And so it starts
Final night
I see the stars
Suprising, for the noise of cars
And highways lit by iron light
Silent dark so broken now
By cries remiss of shotgunned cows
What is this truth? I doubt it's real
Fall asleep to stealer's wheel
I know that when I wake I'll weep
I wish i had some fucking weed.
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"Chi'ins Begets"
Roam the streets
Of green and gold
Till blood runs thick
And wind blows cold
The simple things
like fish and chips
A buttered ring
A sheet of trips
To make you sing
A quiet trick
To turn or two
My brain is slick
My aim is true
The city lights are coming down
With muddy tweak and reptile frown
I cannot speak to save my soul
Ketamine begets my hole
------------------------------------
"Finite Incantantum"
The solvent cunt
The gasoline
The bloody shirt
The muffled scream
The dripping skirt
The sodden rag
The deepest cut
The burning flag
I cannot taste my copper tongue
This party isn't very fun
The iron tooth
The keratin
I'd rather die
Then live in sin
Of burning truth
Considerate art
The lights are cut
And so it starts
Collected Writings - 02
"Pale Horse"
blood is drawn - with pencil or with razor?
art is torn - from flesh or from the paper?
the woken dream
the silent scream
the eye that cannot see
the god-forsaken claws that clutch
at him, and her, and me.
the pale horse rides across the sky
round jupiter and mars
it's rider dragging lariat souls
to sow amongst the stars
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"psychoactive ramblings"
breakfast in bed
of drippings and dark rye
the wet red curtains
that rim a grown man's eye
the crypto-fascist tryptych
god's eleusian lie
i lay my tendons down to rest
and fall into the sky
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"Four O'Clock Chess"
sheltered lines behind wood scales
despite the rolling glimpse of sails
the churning sea has washed the port
with charcoal
and cigarettes with filters pale
smoulder laughter in the mail
which the mailman fails to deliver
on time
the whispered truth of carbon steel
nailed to the karmic wheel
the monkey king has signed
the buddha's fingers
The ground awash with falling hail
Denotes anachronistic trails
And yellow bastards creep like shadowed
ivy
The foghorn lights the albatross
While councilmen all double-cross
The mariner, who catches them
their staples
blood is drawn - with pencil or with razor?
art is torn - from flesh or from the paper?
the woken dream
the silent scream
the eye that cannot see
the god-forsaken claws that clutch
at him, and her, and me.
the pale horse rides across the sky
round jupiter and mars
it's rider dragging lariat souls
to sow amongst the stars
---------------------------------
"psychoactive ramblings"
breakfast in bed
of drippings and dark rye
the wet red curtains
that rim a grown man's eye
the crypto-fascist tryptych
god's eleusian lie
i lay my tendons down to rest
and fall into the sky
---------------------------------
"Four O'Clock Chess"
sheltered lines behind wood scales
despite the rolling glimpse of sails
the churning sea has washed the port
with charcoal
and cigarettes with filters pale
smoulder laughter in the mail
which the mailman fails to deliver
on time
the whispered truth of carbon steel
nailed to the karmic wheel
the monkey king has signed
the buddha's fingers
The ground awash with falling hail
Denotes anachronistic trails
And yellow bastards creep like shadowed
ivy
The foghorn lights the albatross
While councilmen all double-cross
The mariner, who catches them
their staples
Collected Writings - 01
This begins a short series of spacefiller blog entries where I dig through my old deviantart and notebooks and dig up some f my older creative works. I haven't written poetry in quite some time. I really should again.
"Poe M"
once upon a midnight dreary
walked a man who, worn and weary
stopped and smiled
with the moon above
weeks ago he, drunk and bleary
left his heart with a girl named mary
she took him in
and made a fool of love
neath his tongue the fruit of leary
he waits, debating quantum theory
hoping one day
his words she will be proud of
-------------
"Renaissance Men"
the condemned man
asked for a cigarette
denied the blindfold
and stared down the firing squad
the damned man
took off his trousers
used his belt to bind his daughter
and fucked a pathto hell
the lost man
sat in the cubicle
loosened his tie
looked out his window
and dove into the sun
-----------------------
"City Life"
ikiss your concrete cheek
and grip your rusted bone
slick the coal ash
from your tarmac skin
taste the diesel tears
on your glass eyes
brush your razor hair
and fuck your sweaty sky
i can hear the parasites
they lurk and creep
in your gritty corner aisles
my city sleeps
i lay beside her
and quietly, I cry.
"Poe M"
once upon a midnight dreary
walked a man who, worn and weary
stopped and smiled
with the moon above
weeks ago he, drunk and bleary
left his heart with a girl named mary
she took him in
and made a fool of love
neath his tongue the fruit of leary
he waits, debating quantum theory
hoping one day
his words she will be proud of
-------------
"Renaissance Men"
the condemned man
asked for a cigarette
denied the blindfold
and stared down the firing squad
the damned man
took off his trousers
used his belt to bind his daughter
and fucked a pathto hell
the lost man
sat in the cubicle
loosened his tie
looked out his window
and dove into the sun
-----------------------
"City Life"
ikiss your concrete cheek
and grip your rusted bone
slick the coal ash
from your tarmac skin
taste the diesel tears
on your glass eyes
brush your razor hair
and fuck your sweaty sky
i can hear the parasites
they lurk and creep
in your gritty corner aisles
my city sleeps
i lay beside her
and quietly, I cry.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Fugue
Crack your lips, suck the marrow from her bones. Bend over backwards and listen to your spine pop. We are the lotus eaters, we are the hollow men. We are awash in a land of great fury and white lightning - But can you see through this purple haze? Great clouds of white fluff, silver needles streaking from above, striking us, turning us on and forcing us to crane out necks upwards, feeling vertebra grumble and complain until, finally, we can see the face of bears staring down at us, eating our bile and spitting acid rain in return.
Microfilaments of copper wire spool around my bones, my heart is pumping, leaping up out of my chestr and into my throat - I can feel this strange fluid burning in my aorta, splashing over and into my lungs every second moment, a quaint blend of ethanol, water and shard reality.
WHO ARE WE, REALLY?
Cannulate this brief segment of humanity, drain what little resistance I have left and bottle it, put it in the fridge in an amber vial with a grain of dry ice - My hollow veins will then remember what it feels like to be alone in the world, for those endless minutes before the thumb plunges and prints, pushes and spikes forcing a thick stream of orange sunshine into my frontal lobe, irreversible, undying and ceaseless run-on sentences...
Microfilaments of copper wire spool around my bones, my heart is pumping, leaping up out of my chestr and into my throat - I can feel this strange fluid burning in my aorta, splashing over and into my lungs every second moment, a quaint blend of ethanol, water and shard reality.
WHO ARE WE, REALLY?
Cannulate this brief segment of humanity, drain what little resistance I have left and bottle it, put it in the fridge in an amber vial with a grain of dry ice - My hollow veins will then remember what it feels like to be alone in the world, for those endless minutes before the thumb plunges and prints, pushes and spikes forcing a thick stream of orange sunshine into my frontal lobe, irreversible, undying and ceaseless run-on sentences...
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