Thirty five to life

Dreary tears that tear through my alien thoughts
A forbidden spook that dalliances in my liquid ghosts
Amid a ghouls intrepid dance, inside my drunken insipid brain
She hugs onto my dreams,  driving me slowly but surely insane

There's a rosy red apple on my gravitational head
She shoots and fires and I'm not even dead
Bouncing on a neck supporting a dark universe of my dreams
Into a sulphite egg sniffing, sulphur ridden screams.

A police officer arrested me for drinking and driving too many occasions
Stopped me in the middle of a buzz with a shed load of persuasions
As to why this whole fucking jolly was a terrible idea
Ashes to ashes dust to dust a graveyard full of teenage party girls tears

Thirty five to life I guess I got off light I squirmed in front of the jury
You can't hate me anymore than I already do, the litmus acidic test of fury
Ruined the pretty faces of a squad because of my own selfish reason
It was just a fucking triple time disabled brain of inner conflict treason.

I am heading to hell within this cell I have been cast within
This admittance you've forced me to admit, to confess my sin
I killed a limousine of blacked out tinted windows because I was drunk
I'm a devil drive regretting low black and white I am that dirty skunk.

Full of red wine

My mum and brother told me to write something more cheery
But my heads full of red wine and tears and clouds so dreary
I'm sitting on a beach full of spelling mistakes
Sand castles that are easy to blow over with the mind of rakes
And then I saw her and the harbour shined a lighthouse into a fog driven night
Blonde tassels of sunrises a rigged wrestling rubber floored fight
I don't even realise which caffeinated
Opinionated
Jaw dropping words into a random sentence you think I live in
Am I getting nasty a total fucking whirlwind disaster
A rollercoaster shares dropping in the middle of a humdrum existence
A nineteen twenties crash of a full blown Cadillac pretence
The stock exchange between a man a woman wearing lipsticks of truth and harmony
We stored a trans sexual and trans Atlantic share of a child called Henry
Who grew up in a Chicago slum but appreciated his mom and two dads
Different back then in the ra ra age but Henry existed Henry embraced the fads.
Does it even matter which decade the boy lived in?
A Japanese soldier in the Vietnam war on the river Somme
Upon a fathers kiss goodnight to his only son
I'm lost
Talking through
Seeing a billion numbers back to my Chicago mind.
Capone made me sniff the scent and delve into a atissue tissue
My mother and brother told me to write something more cheery
So here it is forgive the glass of red wine
Forget the aftermath of my introduction the snorting of the line
Into the twentyfirst century of a.  Wink Annie.

A delve a depth
A simple man
A few more
Words
It's all about it annie.
I chose to make it you and I.
I guess that makes you special or does it make me
Let me know hon
And I'll bow and agree.

Rain driven umbrella

I died that night when my love said no and craved instead a fight
No more kisses or cuddles under the duvet at night
Instead a billion blank looks and animosity set as a stone in the ring
I see her mothers resentment locked in the eyes only sobriety of thoughts can bring

Yet I'm no longer a sober human being instead I am the rains driven umbrella
I understand her frosty position and I feel the warmth from that other fella
That she lay with just the other night. The thunderclap and ball lightening spread
Thor strikes my internal dialogue and my feelings are bitter tasting and dead.

Do I bend down on bended knee and seek the Lord I don't believe in
I crave tears from guardian angels that will forgive me for the atrocity and it's sin
I throw myself on to her sleeping form with a knife in hand and stab and snarl and splutter
I used to find myself in a beautiful paradise but now I'm in the gutter.

So I call the police on my myself and I'm ready for a reply
I'm ready for the verdict the prosecutions laborious statement that this fucker should die
Guilty was the answer and I shall be strapped to the chair because of the twisted loop
But it was worth the blood and tears and sweat of the aftermath, a bowl of insanity soup

The electric shock throbbed through my heart at a thousand miles an hour
I saw her parents face in the last vestibules of my final hour
I was a bastard and it's time that I admit it as I flow into the heavens like a kite
Yes I once weighed so heavy. Yet now, I am, so light.

Switch and the umbilical code

I drop the glass of ale onto the set of drawers next to the fish tank and they jump
High, like an electrocuted spook of a ghost in tandem Forcing the way
The water starts to dissipate and there's nothing I can do, the air runs dry no more the sump
That pumps the o2 levels into my families scaled saxophonic brain wave

A ghost train tracks tattooed on my hellish disposition
Swift curve right and left in a cobwebbed hazy day of a dream where you allowed me to win
Not used to such a posidtion my alien lord my priestess high metabolism
Another double scotch on a mound of ice an extra shot through the chest mothers ruin of gin.

Switch and umbilical the cord of a nine month feeding frenzy
We will tangle no more on the life giving oxygenetical made of bricks and lime
A castle of defences thatt held onto the living, breathing-life line coast guard
Back into so far we played on the skeletal spine like a Mozart erection so firm and hard.

I flit between the rust of a dreaming mind and a reality of what's the future
But do you know we will never know where the next meal is coming from
A hapless helpless vision whose intertwined stitches relaxed the suture
We hit the basball beyond the pretty eye ball dig and done.

perhaps a keg

For I.
I am but the butterfly wing clinging to the window pain
Of life.
Triumph in the balcony of a theatre where the bullet disposed
Of a presidents head, stone cold dead.
And I remain holding like a cliff hanging deciple amongst a biblical
Passage, old and sand scripted, alone and dillapetated
For I,
I am but a button on a coat left undone
A bullion of a banking strife that's relapsed when the sunsets shunned
The blinking of a thousand eyes collapsed in rubicks cubed
Diced and quartered when the mouth becomes removed.
A booth who escaped for a downward smile
Through a tunnels crowd but like Oswald found in the after while
Yet was it really the scapegoat cause or the real answer within
Never been a lone wolf assassination, alter your views I beg
I'll crack open a pint of ale my friend if you recognise perhaps a keg

Atoms dissolving.

The street of atoms dissolving in a naked light extinguished and exhausted
With fumes, outpoured into my polluted lungs this trial of a forested dry cleaning forced
I remember the day that I lost my mind. It ''twas the day my parents cut and fought
A bottle against the shattered neck. The answer of a cave dwelling aristocratic thought

For I am the king and ruler of the land
I am the minuscule difference of a grape growing entity in the midst of the sand
I  the vestibule of anguish , the artisan allowed to paint and see
Triple that bet and let me be

Screwdrivered
I'm born your child delivered
It's explored
I implored
I grasped my fat knuckles of
Because.

seek and find

Wilting like a faberge egg cast into the hell fire kiln
Dissolving brain insanity I'm a burning ember negative film
Unto the naked teenage spurt of growth unhappy shedding tear
Your real thoughts transcend an aftermath, a caustic breath of fear

I awaken every dawn before the birds can chirp a chatter
This vestibule of anxiety nurtured hues of colour inside this grey that matters
An ever bleeding bloodied nose that caresses in my thoughts
I samba with repleted shadows and the battles that I fought.

Insanity of straight jacketed evenings nullified on graves and wings
Slowly charming apperitions of spirits silhouetted sins
I am simply and succsintly delving as deep as I dare to cause
This erupting volcanic of anger, replace with a wormholes inhaling corpse

Ask me any questions and an answer will be given
Tread carefully in your propositions I'm the pinnacle of a sinner
Unto deathly winged angels, I crave, to change your mind
For mine is underwhelming, I hope you seek and thy shall find.