Cycle
(this was a vicious attack on two pieces of innocent paper)
sitting silenced wasted on space
fluctuating indications
empty nowheres
of yesterdays futures
hope and neglect
litter the floors
of tomorrows past
get drunk on the drink
of cigarettes and tears
safe and proven fears
indications
situations
stress and aggravation
way beyond annihilation
pre-tune to another station
time for misinterpretation
or just watch your tele
having a hard day?
blame someone else
it’s easy
got a fucked life?
hate someone else
it’s easy
have a nice day
with a bomb in a box
back with a vengeance
back with the pox
back with a gun
in a plastic bag
back for the money
that no-one saves
and sanity is nothing more
than a coin operated emotion shield
have you got ten cents
oh sanity you whore
why can’t i find a picture
of you in my dictionary
why to live
what to give
how much
how soon
dabble with reason
question the whys
a covetous presumption
that sees without eyes
attack solid logic
it’s mathematical lies
special rooms for the “don’t sees”
private cool unique
a ticket to every doorway
one hundred million keys
we now have a new disease
no need for fat-fed tabloid sleaze
page three is a special
we still got top taut suntanned tits
we got special little bits
and headlines
that read like a motherfucker
safe in the suburbs?
safe in your mind?
good insurance covers both
either way...
you lose!
a six pack
a six gun
a sixth sense
a sick punk
endless combinations
of all of the above
locked behind these silent scarred walls
i yell and scream for signs
see a movie
read a book
escape your mind
embrace the void
not that left behind
it’s way beyond blood and piss
the pus
the stuff of life
beyond anything anywhere
this is now
extra heavy
this is cool
this is not
play the game right
you won’t get shot
get shown
who’s who
and what’s what
a guest star on a late night show
a guest star they won’t fucking know
this is where when why and what will go
a guest star they won’t fucking know
and the alarming statistics
are now one in three
which is less than you want
more than you’re given credit for
and more than you’re allowed to apply for
the irrelevant revelations
hang by hooks on the door
waste away and wither in dust
fragrant intoxication
insect manipulation
grammatical equation (a=e if x/y=thus)
puzzles and more
walls of solid decay
zone off, divide
highlight enhance
and then fade
clearer than Dolby or DAT
sharper than the Jap’s
a currency of faith
running in the red
freight trains of doubt
running in the head
drill bits and chainsaws
ice hockey masks
neutered obscurity
blend and descend
get into and out of your mind
show and don’t be led
sitting silenced spaced on waste
indications fluctuating
no where’s empty
and tomorrow
is just
gonna’
happen
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Brenton F
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Will get on the fender and send something....
Loved it! Beautifully crafted and visceral.
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