Soldiers forget their poetry log
Petals crushed and pressed for reminder
Solemnity lost in iced fog
Congregations lose all sense of meaning
Avoids eye contact
Look at what we have
Man too scared to think
Gentleman knocked off balance
From mere suggestion
The words form, solid and buoyant. A rusty chrome.
I cradle the words and lay them down into a thick woven fabric.
They deserve to be tied up with in a bow like a present.
They hop up and climb into a sewer tube.
They run round thinking about the sun.
They try to remember what buttons are made of. Plastic or wood?
Thousands of peasants die and fall into the sewers.
The words feast on the corpses and grow strength.
They rocket into the atmosphere and shatter the stratosphere.
Glass falls on tongues like snow and lacerate the digestive tracts.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hand”
Into it I drop fifty grand
“So why the suspicious gift, friend?”
“Fifteen seconds, our lives will end”
Your eyes widen, filled with despair
Rips in the sky begin to tear
“This whole charade was a big tease?”
The airbourne flames kill you with ease
the skulls like roman emperors
them empty sockets cant remember us
hitch a ride from a half drunk eskimo
get a blowjob from figure skater flo
think bout the last time we had coffee
wonder bout the next time we’ll be jolly
you’d like to read a book but don’t think you can
just pick it up give a page a scan
In the future we will never read again
open our minds put the words in them
we waste our time waiting for a machine
so all our brains are all squeaky clean
ending spirits with a mighty glug
could we stop drinkin if we found the plug?
self defeat, no more than a hobby
cyclical, no ending, probably.
Rinsing social blade
Having a burger in daylight
Filling up balloons
Have a cake dear boy
It will calm your nerves big time
Surprise little champ
You have now become
Extra special salmon cakes
From a man to fish
From fresh to salt back to fresh
Reproduce and die
A sentient snack
Drizzled in lemon drizzle
How fantastic you
Chalk eyed bossy bitch
You better wipe that away
Your chalk makes you blind
Observe quickly now
Oh wait you can’t, chalk eyed fuck
Get some face wash nub
I can’t see your eyes
For all that bastarding chalk
You better rinse fool
How do you know that sand is a shoal?
How do you think when you’re waxing that pole
Play for a dime or do you really have soul?
When you are listening is it taking a toll?
Sweet poster princess
That darkens the dusk horizon
You cannot be stopped
from drinking the void
A familiar face
Splayed across the mirror
Warped and rippling
The face facing yours
Is not the one projected
From your mind, thoughts and feelings