My mind feels like a tin can tirade
Grimmer than a limb snapped sideways
I try digging in the pitch black living in the mismatch innards of a zigzag ice age
Why claim innocence when your mind’s dark like tar shines?
Car lights pass by deep in the dark nights spinning on the filth drench millings of the park life
Cinematic shark bites
Knee deep creatures struggle in the bog land
Neck high horses summer in the sport stands
He speaks evil
Dreams of the boondocks
Teeth sink deep in your porcelain wounds
What’s left in your closet? Aside from the stench of the flesh from the eight dead bodies? One life left best start running
Silence is golden but please say something – Primed for a voyage
Splats on your windscreen
Wishing wells brimming with Bavarian mincemeat
Lasers and aphids
Locusts and slipstreams
Perverts sitting in a frostbitten daydream
Watching the wastage
As it pours from the pores of the whores who applaud on the pavements
We are the people
Chapters of history
And this chapter is compost literally
Compost
Flopping like a lost dog wandering the constructs following a dump truck awful
Runners in a non-stop ruckus where the bombs drop promising we’re mortal
Muzzle who you once was cause you’re different now
One face in the midst of a shitty crowd
one wager away from a winning sound
One train from the greyness of tinsel town.
