Submarine from the Hell they try

The very intuition of a cause, dreamt from a devils horn on fire
snake hips grating in the sand of a desert son desire
a double barrel shotgun, bleeding from the soul,
down in the depth of an unearthly hellish hole.
A double dismissal, doubting a drowning face,
an absoloute collapse, a red faced caustic disgrace,
love tried, in a hangman's  eyes apology,
we saw the finger nails growing to a length obscene.
The record playing, in a vinyl groove a showing
a crowd applauding, the claps double tapped a flowing,
down in the bowels of the ships guts intestines,
we drown slowly, echoed sounds a hundred dins.
This world war two submarine sinking fast and hard,
a depth charge exploding around the hull of the discharge.
Swimming towards the surface, intact and above aboard
the memory of an explosion from a nazi missile did load.
I crave for your love as I float from down below,
the freezing bite, of the ocean, grips me from the devils shore,
i recall the new york apartment i lived in. that seems a million distances away
I was the only survivor, no brothers left to this very day.
Of course i visit their gravestones, i lay flowers down in bloom
remembering there faces, there looks frozen in doom,
the distraught, the distressed, the realisation that loved ones die
a family of the devil,rewarded for the acts they try.





 

The blues resolution

I attended the blues resolution in the apartment above the chemist
A guitar playing, a harmonica breathing, in time to a devils riff,
cigar smoking, filling the room with intensity,
the notes, suicidal, the body of life released and stiff.
Mississippi piping, fiddle dancing on a little lover girl
she danced on a double whisky glass absurd
we glanced at each other, across a crowded bar room brawl
they hit each other in the face, a break neck speed, a mind disturbed.
The tense anxiety, a beard growing, twenty thousand a minute sweat on a shirt
new orleans a crying in a regrettable anxiety.
pick the chords, pluck the cotton, in a life time flirt
for the love of a masculine harmony be to see.
she smiled at me
with crayons coloured on a neanderthals picture book
a breakfast tune on a recorders smile
we lived, we dalliance, we chose each other
we ran, we sprinted, a meter. a mile.
I attended the blues resolution
in the apartment above the drug covered street
insanity above the chemist, denied a chance of a sunset blossom
we hid as children, in the thorough covered blouse obsolete.
I craved into blushing cheeks, a hundred miles away
a tense anxiety, a dance so resolute, a double tapped knuckle
we craved this resolution the end of the sunset dimming day.
And the only thing a dancer dreams, is a perfect part of the morning
a homeless man cries, with his heart entangled in two
the subway dreams adorning.and released
the obsolete is covered in blue.
My mind is a tether entangled
my heart is a loss, within a breathing obsessed
we hope within a writers absolution
depressed, determined, distressed.

I understood the piano keys

i understood the piano keys playing
ivory tusk covered in a middle age safari
i  miss her so much my heart beats in an ice cream scoop
dreaming in a dance on a ship of lethargy
her blond hair curled into entwined wonderment
harmonica playing, on a step covered in pain
we realised the transformer of a vessel coated in regret
we were the story of a guessing, interrupted, indirect, insane.
My heart was interrupted, by a volcano in between
she was my loved one, a picture alabaster
her letters kept in a plastic folder, in a bedroom drawer
a drawer of destruction, a name of absolute disaster.
Although ,i came along and sought forgiveness
there was a massive hole in my unwholesome heart
they called each others lovers and we cried on a bridge of decades
the horses of a thousand years,dragged this end to the very start.
I understood the piano keys playing over and over again
a dance making up a pirouette, a fast step treble love engaged
we chanced with my dreams,with my soul giving up hope
enticed, entwined, enhanced, enraged.
So longs an owls vision playing on this rapture clawed knowing
I loved a certain woman in this town, i have the right to sing the blues
i understood the talisman, the corruption of the letter
this moment of the mystery, this all together chance of clues.

A moon dusk

In a town named new orleans we danced in a summer set eve
my fingers collapsed on the ivory elephant tusks
distance from the Savannah looking at the equator
we danced within the after shave musk.
Ekephantine grey coloured trunk all a display
bull horns are locked in a twisted adventure
the grey death of my mind traveled forward in time
it was so obvious, so apparent, so pure,
we sat on a bridge and cried for my sister
for she was a tear on a fountain lord blessed
we chanced a hundred times before
in the brain of a lion obsessed
I murdered  the big cat before you even interjected
we knew the head lines of the red top caustic dream
we cried into moss covered rape adventure
this dalliance of a creature they screamed
i hurt her so much in a fusion fucked so benine
after all she cried into this realisation
belated thoughts embedded within the gun shot fired
there was no point in this god damn conversation.
you asked and i answered we dodged a bullet from the gun
it was a town named new orleans in a summer set eve
a distance from the savannah, a child crying told to forget
there was no other afternoon, no moon dusk setting believe.








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His name was Sergeant Black

A new beginning, the toil, of the soil
i cry in anguish, this torrid, this hurt, this turmoil
this muck and destruction, the grave diggers spade
my friend was cremated today, his spirit laid and displayed.
although i dont believe in god, his spirit exists within me
a caustic traveler dancing the tango for all the spirits to see
he  typed the words on the soul, of my tattooed world war two back
I remember, recall, the tank drivers name of sergeant Black.
A couple of degrees, the turret swung left, and fired
the Nazi opposition tank, set on flame, and died
my lady and baby, back home, dreamt of my forgiveness medals
i walked in the autumn park, next door, i put the baby on the horses saddles
and then i awoke, from this dream, i abstained
the memory of my loved one delved in a difference disdained.
We cried in the foxholes, we wept in the mud
because we danced in the tents and we became, because we could
whisky hugging, on the cold, winter tales ,of the she, of the should
He died in the middle, of the realistic trial of blood
There was a time of absolution, we cried like dogs on fire
our fur in troubled resolution, we bowed unto our sire
the bombs drove down our sodden broken crack
his name was an officer crying, his name was sergeant Black.