the last dance

sluggish tears tug at limber muscles
wipe mud way away from my broken fossils
time such so imprecisely measures age
no belief anymore more blind
though ur new vision is no equal find
your precision draws a scar on your mind
you walk ahead to find what you left behind
fire burned water drowned
isn't deaths reach profound
white hands puppeteer black minds
as the brown face fights the slanted eyed
the conscience is the new enemy
reason the new fallacy
the neighbour the new foe to be
the beggars asks for ungrateful fee
so tell me oh pray tell me
why happiness sought is misery found
why why our heavens have left us hell bound
your clean white houses in your dirty black streets
your western gods and your eastern priests
your crisp linen and your dirty sheets
truth stays scarce as the lies repeat
and seek now and measure your weights
nay not in gold but by the sparseness of your hate
seek now the door lest it be too late
nay not in time but by the weight of our mistakes

At Solomon's

in preached sermons of the lonely gaze
lies the saviour of the seven days
for is he not but of the eye
that solves the riddles and is the why
the days run like water and night sails like air
then is not it pity plight of men who never leave their chair
for but vague is the truth, ought u it be more solid like a stone ?
and but failure and its acceptance is the key from known to known
pain mathemates the same to love
for what is short also has height for what is below also has above
the world in eye the eye in mind mind in dream dream in sleep
from heavy light to floating darkness from painful shallows to soothing deep
you say slept i well last nigh
but if you slept well then who is the i
thus as thought is given to think
thus is life given thirsty drink
for desire abated is a limping horse
that gathers no speed and makes forward worse
tis beauty that ripens what carelessly grows
for he always was poetry and never prose

bang bang bang

crazy rumblin tumblin town
here i am back again
to suck your streets dry and your lanes
where i'll wait hiding in the air like a plague
dying crying laying insane
thin shrivelled legs holding up a fat belly
plastic faces jigsawed places
stale thick air shrivels my nose hair
bang town lore town whore town more more more town
sweet scented lavatories opening wide for my penis
while lays outside life henious
dry skin flaky hair old men alone in lonely arm chairs
hitchin a ride to the bitchin city
where overpriced meat serves overpayed humans
where the unemployed watch the rich's winding ends meet
where empty space is sold by the feet
dead beat no park street dog bark street horns bleat street
my jittery feet wont keep me in my seat
rainbow neons staring into vacant aeons
time your empty battle cowboy on a lonely saddle
i walked your tightrope once fell down most dead
reborn defied denied death bed
back again now no more sane
now your lanes i can walk again

i

A dream did occur last nigh
And in this dream was i
But out this dream was also i
Whilst in this dream was i
So if in this dream was really I
Then out this dream was who
Can I be one at the time when I’m being two
And if that indeed be really true
Then who is which and which is who
My eyes tell me its I awake
My dreams to me another I doth take
One I awake and another I slumber betakes
I goes to sleep and the other I awakes
Oh someone tell me which one is fake
It is after all my I at stake !

for he who is me

Oh blazing blinding brazen light I surrender to my ungodly plight
. Feeling wanting hopeful times I remember how soon time will fly
In dreams of me once was the eye the understanding of divides
. Gone the paranoia of looking behind.
Find me skinny bent back huddled with the night
Among the fireflies imitating the skies.
Borrowed wings of a harrowed high
I’m living in the golden lie
The stage has aged but stays the rage
We walk page by page with the new age sage
Hates the days and their redundant ways
He’s no bait for the pearly gates
Oh lord but I have to ask
Why to me this heavy task
To forsake the man to whom I ran
Whenever trembled my frail young hand
His tears now bleeding for my sins
Damn you who tailored my saturnine skin
And then for mother the son dour
Her womb mourns that ungodly hour
Delinquent son continues his run
Always looking to the sun
Ah but if this is truly me
Then this me I’ll truly be

Where the Madmen Flock

Shakespeare’s in the attic and Dylan’s of the past
All that remains is some bitten dogs and their barks
And some dying fires that where lit once in the past
And the bottoms of my pants sway with the sleeves on my hands
And the song in my guitar aint goin too far
In they alley I found an alley cat
I ran cause he knew I was the rat
Then invisible people selling alibis
You didn’t see me baby but I did walk by
you didn’t know at all but I was keepin an eye
Then at a bar I met the other guy
He said for another drink may your soul I buy?
Don’t you sweat don’t you fret you’ll be fine
All you have to do is wear a tie
And so I left him right there to cry
Then as the day chases the clock
I ran to where the madmen flock
Where shakespears still fantastic and Dylan’s atop the mast

ZZZZZ

oh once there was a troubadour
who had a euphonious snore
and to complete the madrigal
he married a snoring minstrel
he was an alto
and she a soprano
and both could snore a decent solo
they say in Christmas time
they devour 10 bottles of wine
then turn to bed and dim the light
and snore away "silent night"