Dive
In this world party
He is invited to give a speech
A best mans honour
A persons contribution.
In a pale blue room
He sits in a plastic sheet
To keep him dry
From the blackening sleet.
He tries in order to
Find his traits
In life to take
Is all so fake.
He must make a mark
But in honesty
no lies because
there is to define,
A world of opinion,
People will cry,
If against the waves
You dive and you fly.
Wednesday 6 March 2013
Ive seen it through
I’ve seen it through
All my life I’ve seen it through The tiny talks With bars of you The young and the old Warm fires too I’ve seen it all I’ve seen it through |
Easthombre
Eashombre
Don’t Know
Sex in the morning
But the lick
Was yawning
So that was it
I couldn’t give
A shit
She didn’t really
Find it erotic
But it wasn’t really it
Poor bloody git.
Didn’t find the the
Experience
Really dogged sheer and
But she liked to feel my feet
And that was really great
Really, bloody fate
That I would find a date.
Don’t Know
Sex in the morning
But the lick
Was yawning
So that was it
I couldn’t give
A shit
She didn’t really
Find it erotic
But it wasn’t really it
Poor bloody git.
Didn’t find the the
Experience
Really dogged sheer and
But she liked to feel my feet
And that was really great
Really, bloody fate
That I would find a date.
Toilet Walls
Toilet Walls
Watched the writing on the wall,
Thought I saw some easy scrawl,
On the toilet floor and appalling doors.
Saw the Villa tattooed there
On the white tiled un-scrubbed surface,
Resulting bare artistic ignoramus,
Messages from a man that called himself Shamus.
‘No shame!’ said the writing on the wall
So Fuck it all lets have a ball!
Stand and wait for the firing squad,
Wait a little longer for the man called Plod
To take me away and lock me up in my cubicle
Away from all the dirty rascals in this town,
Bar muppets and their clowns.
Marshall law will bring it down,
Check classy ladies doing the rounds
Digging gold to feed the hounds.
Watch them scream at all the falls
The writing on the toilet walls,
Stained with piss and shitty towels,
Hear them all run down the aisles
Donning veils and wedding gowns
Sign away their lives right now
Later writhing on the ground,
Swim through sickly toilet floor pools,
To hear the lives go flushing down,
Scuba with the drunken grizzly ghouls.
Watched the writing on the wall,
Thought I saw some easy scrawl,
On the toilet floor and appalling doors.
Saw the Villa tattooed there
On the white tiled un-scrubbed surface,
Resulting bare artistic ignoramus,
Messages from a man that called himself Shamus.
‘No shame!’ said the writing on the wall
So Fuck it all lets have a ball!
Stand and wait for the firing squad,
Wait a little longer for the man called Plod
To take me away and lock me up in my cubicle
Away from all the dirty rascals in this town,
Bar muppets and their clowns.
Marshall law will bring it down,
Check classy ladies doing the rounds
Digging gold to feed the hounds.
Watch them scream at all the falls
The writing on the toilet walls,
Stained with piss and shitty towels,
Hear them all run down the aisles
Donning veils and wedding gowns
Sign away their lives right now
Later writhing on the ground,
Swim through sickly toilet floor pools,
To hear the lives go flushing down,
Scuba with the drunken grizzly ghouls.
Can of Seeds
Can of Seeds
She’s looking kind of funny mardy
She couldn’t find me hiding in the cupboard
She shouldn’t, with my can of seeds.
Hide and seek is very funny,
If you know how to play as well as me,
With my can of seeds.
I got out of my hiding place,
And ran around to find another space,
It’s a race, see my can of seeds.
I fell into a big black hole,
She looked at me so blue and so damn cold,
I'm not too old, with my can of seeds.
She’s looking kind of funny mardy
She couldn’t find me hiding in the cupboard
She shouldn’t, with my can of seeds.
Hide and seek is very funny,
If you know how to play as well as me,
With my can of seeds.
I got out of my hiding place,
And ran around to find another space,
It’s a race, see my can of seeds.
I fell into a big black hole,
She looked at me so blue and so damn cold,
I'm not too old, with my can of seeds.
Fell over Again
Fell over again. (Hypochondriac dream cont.)
I fell over again the other day,
Doc said that it was another taste,
Of what was to come,
I shouldn’t look glum,
It’s not in your tum.
‘I don’t understand?’ I told her,
where is it then?
‘It’s in your head.’
That’s what she said
And stared at me incredulously.
‘But why is that?’ I cried!
I thought that she had lied,
Bout the bug in my lug,
Grey matter that I’d fried.
‘Let me put it this way…’
‘Every time I see you,
I see you every day.
You never have anything wrong,
Its just a roll in the hay,
You need, a roll in the hay.’
‘Then cure me doctor, cure me.’
Alright she said ‘Ok!’
So I fell over and over again,
Fell down in the hay.
I fell over again the other day,
Doc said that it was another taste,
Of what was to come,
I shouldn’t look glum,
It’s not in your tum.
‘I don’t understand?’ I told her,
where is it then?
‘It’s in your head.’
That’s what she said
And stared at me incredulously.
‘But why is that?’ I cried!
I thought that she had lied,
Bout the bug in my lug,
Grey matter that I’d fried.
‘Let me put it this way…’
‘Every time I see you,
I see you every day.
You never have anything wrong,
Its just a roll in the hay,
You need, a roll in the hay.’
‘Then cure me doctor, cure me.’
Alright she said ‘Ok!’
So I fell over and over again,
Fell down in the hay.
Another Hyperchondriac Dream
Another Hypochondriac Dream
I think my ears are full of wax, Cant hear the talk, telly phone and fax, Miss all the best new rocking tracks, Lose my balance, I’m on my back. Probably need to use a cotton bud, Probably need my ears syringed, oh golly gawd, go to the doctors, think I should? I will, I’ll have to make an appointment, Only if I wanted to I spose, but I never do, Just moan all about my illness to All my friends, yes, even you. What do you think I should do? See the quack, the medic dude, He’s really clever and very shrewd, ‘Now change you habits!’, ‘change your food,’ I’ll say ‘I will…’ I won’t be rude, just As long as I’m better, ‘when I’m cured!’. There's plenty of time, I’m well insured But I fell down again and its such a drag Well that’s just me on the floor and that’s my bag. |
Soup for Brains
Soup for Brains
What are you a glue,
A true sticky flu,
That sticks and binds
Then twists and winds.
What can I do,
I’ll say to you can it be time
And further too,
You tricks of your kind,
That’s what’s the bind.
It’s in your mind.
You give me the doom
A slippery flume,
That is a vice,
A hard, a harsh
And sharp steel machine,
That does not clean,
But festinates around
My head,
All around my bed
Till I twitch and switch
Like a nervous bitch
Until light is near,
But never clear.
Again another fall into a wall
And climb and scrabble and scrape.
Words and meanings
they have no meanings
but to trace the case
my own private house,
in my head and In my house,
my shed, my shack,
Until the rafters fall in around me,
dead.
I scrape and drape
And with strength
I crawl from the shopping mall
Of words and meanings,
Tall furry screenings
Of nothing that makes any sense.
There is no challenge any more.
I don’t know I can’t think,
The room it stinks,
I cannot breathe,
Only seethe around and jump
Child tantrum thump,
My mind it pumps
But does not find a reason
For any internal treason.
Bastards they are for my torture
Afar with ridiculous
reason and choking
diesel.
Choke on the coke,
Bind my belly with wine and barb
And the blasted telly,
Make me sick then soothe my tick,
Unbelieving in your powerful decision.
To steel all my vision
And drop in fission
With stars and their cars fucking prison.
Force the time until one doesn’t know you cunts
You lumps of stinking shite
That invade my soup in the winking night.
It discontinues my discontent
Awake no longer falling in my
Insiders tent.
Alleviation.
Should be plane to say
that a case struck
and then left with marvellous zest.
Oh my chest how it howls and
Coughs the black phlegm to
Troughs.
What are you a glue,
A true sticky flu,
That sticks and binds
Then twists and winds.
What can I do,
I’ll say to you can it be time
And further too,
You tricks of your kind,
That’s what’s the bind.
It’s in your mind.
You give me the doom
A slippery flume,
That is a vice,
A hard, a harsh
And sharp steel machine,
That does not clean,
But festinates around
My head,
All around my bed
Till I twitch and switch
Like a nervous bitch
Until light is near,
But never clear.
Again another fall into a wall
And climb and scrabble and scrape.
Words and meanings
they have no meanings
but to trace the case
my own private house,
in my head and In my house,
my shed, my shack,
Until the rafters fall in around me,
dead.
I scrape and drape
And with strength
I crawl from the shopping mall
Of words and meanings,
Tall furry screenings
Of nothing that makes any sense.
There is no challenge any more.
I don’t know I can’t think,
The room it stinks,
I cannot breathe,
Only seethe around and jump
Child tantrum thump,
My mind it pumps
But does not find a reason
For any internal treason.
Bastards they are for my torture
Afar with ridiculous
reason and choking
diesel.
Choke on the coke,
Bind my belly with wine and barb
And the blasted telly,
Make me sick then soothe my tick,
Unbelieving in your powerful decision.
To steel all my vision
And drop in fission
With stars and their cars fucking prison.
Force the time until one doesn’t know you cunts
You lumps of stinking shite
That invade my soup in the winking night.
It discontinues my discontent
Awake no longer falling in my
Insiders tent.
Alleviation.
Should be plane to say
that a case struck
and then left with marvellous zest.
Oh my chest how it howls and
Coughs the black phlegm to
Troughs.
Hazy Summer Morning
Hazy summer Mornings and dog walkers.
Well the world woke me up
With a start this morning. Stop.
Woke me up to one lung. Stopping.
Started away from the smoke
And the dust up the hill to my
Own bed, stop, and this is where I
Stopped, with my strong heart racing
I realised I was faint, oh how I
Hate that feeling, ‘Morning!’
couldn’t have been
Very healthy, my heart was holding
Out well, thought the rest of me
was dead, stop, an empty rotten shed, it’s
rafters beginning to deteriorate, start,
despite ‘Morning!?’,
the redecorating, superficial
cowboy job, needs a structural
restoration, lots of sleep
and examinations, Not a bloody nother,
‘Morning… Yes a beautiful one,..!’
creepy crawly, nightmares,
dreaming of being arrested
for drinking lots of fizzy pop…stop.
Well the world woke me up
With a start this morning. Stop.
Woke me up to one lung. Stopping.
Started away from the smoke
And the dust up the hill to my
Own bed, stop, and this is where I
Stopped, with my strong heart racing
I realised I was faint, oh how I
Hate that feeling, ‘Morning!’
couldn’t have been
Very healthy, my heart was holding
Out well, thought the rest of me
was dead, stop, an empty rotten shed, it’s
rafters beginning to deteriorate, start,
despite ‘Morning!?’,
the redecorating, superficial
cowboy job, needs a structural
restoration, lots of sleep
and examinations, Not a bloody nother,
‘Morning… Yes a beautiful one,..!’
creepy crawly, nightmares,
dreaming of being arrested
for drinking lots of fizzy pop…stop.
For You
For You
Cannot regress
Its not bleeding
Saw your excess
Got no feelings
For you
Shot up your life
and your still healing
for you
for you
For You
Shot up your life
and your still healing
for you
for you
Cannot regress
Its not bleeding
Saw your excess
Got no feelings
For you
Shot up your life
and your still healing
for you
for you
For You
Shot up your life
and your still healing
for you
for you
Marlon Brando
Marlon Brando
My mom said I look like Marlon Brando
My mum says that I am just the best
My mom says I could have been a film star
My mom says I’m not like all the rest
My mum says I am good looking and handsome
My mom says I’m big strong and brave
My mum said go out and get a girlfriend
My mum gave me money for a rave
I’m singing, sweating, drinking, poppin, dancin
Cannot see more than two yards away
I can just about see my mum there on the dance floor
Dancing with my very best friend Ray
But I’m the one who looks like Marlon
I’m the only one in the god damn film
I’m the only one who’s god damn starring
In my own life story, getting killed.
My mom said I look like Marlon Brando
My mum says that I am just the best
My mom says I could have been a film star
My mom says I’m not like all the rest
My mum says I am good looking and handsome
My mom says I’m big strong and brave
My mum said go out and get a girlfriend
My mum gave me money for a rave
I’m singing, sweating, drinking, poppin, dancin
Cannot see more than two yards away
I can just about see my mum there on the dance floor
Dancing with my very best friend Ray
But I’m the one who looks like Marlon
I’m the only one in the god damn film
I’m the only one who’s god damn starring
In my own life story, getting killed.
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