A fly on the wall

Three million times poring and seeping through the filtered dreams inside my head
Better off amongst the gravestones the insipid cries of the way gone rotten dead
Legs stretching towards the heavens north of the pole of rigmarole
Sentinel beings guarding the plinth of protection against the gate of Alice's rabbit hole

A web cam of a Spanish bar she plays against waitresses and back stabbing bitches
Rush against the spirited tequila suppressants the anti depressants the poor against tiara riches
Her black Raven folecules that preordered the molecules to stand and be counted on a soldiers parade
I would stand beneath the balcony of Shakespeare's Verona balcony his damn fine serenade.

Hold on back the fuck up let's reverse and try something new and polished
Let's dance in the headstones of ancestral bones and skulls demolished
Like the genetics are culpable for my screwed up existence
I feel like the dinosaurs  on the Freudian couch both literal and hence

Back up yet again how many times can us juveniles burn our fingers against the fire
How many moments can we pile upon the cells of the embers of a wall, we the mighty perspire
Look upon a heaven type existence like that's all the brain that matters in a swell driven accident
An incident so far beyond the dream of an incognito scream a pause in a time I dreamt an incident

They will lock me up one day I guarantee , they will hang me , myself upon the rafters
Because of the dreams and thoughts I had inn keepers of bubble thoughts afters
Can I survive this hellish Alice rabbit hole
Can I thrive amongst the rich, the existence of the little fury mole

Let's introduce the psychology of what I'm writing about, snubbed nosed son of a bitch with a tiny snout
Who digs his way through soul erupting and interrupting drunken thoughts there is no doubt
Filtered dreams inside of my head the dead of Alice's rabbit hole
I am God. I am the perfect example. Im a first class sample  of a fly on your wall.

On board the coach driven hoof

She makes me smile. A graveyard covered inebriated real time bliss
On a sunshine that I caused to erupt just in case I ever get to kiss
Those tender lips that ride on board the coach driven hoof living version of she and I
And I crave absolution to the solution,  that as a human, we never shall find and so I'll cry

That I lost her to a better man. The alpha male I admit I never could on the  test A or B
On the school yard, classed as challenged human being with a shrunken self absorbed C
Do you see I'm no one at all just a pensive damaged Elastoplast on the wound of hell
An inner turmoil that fights and kicks like a futuristic brain in a jar of the single roomed cell.

Romanticism died on the fence post in the lonely countryside
It lived at one time amongst the ancient pilgrims of the life by which we abide
Oh my darling how much I crave you to share my bed amongst the goose down covers
You make me tremble, you enforce the tears and salt laden movers

I tremble and resemble a passing of spirits on ships  within the ghosts of the afters
Of passages in tributes to the book marks dividing pages amongst loft clinging on bat driven rafters
I pass out
And faint
Because of she. The promise of a tomorrow I fear I'll never see
You can't see the mountains I can't ascend and I can't even paint

Deep inside the darkest hole like the voodoo jab
She made the move and all I could do was grab
The after vapours fold upon the New York papers
And I'll always be left in the spellbinding split of a light after vapours

Don't you ever contradict this magical sociopath
For I have seen the truth I have witnessed the river,  the aftermath
She makes me smile without medication ignoring the dream non witnessing the truth
I guess I'm the flavour of her month I am the future absolute.

Blue haired lapse becomes insane.

Stood at the bus stop when an elderly lady says to  me
It's not due for another seven minutes if it arrives at all you see
Old haggered leather handbag face being pessimistic
So I kind of believe and drag on my cigarette knowing it's caustic.

The bus arrives and I've run out of alibi so I pay the extorniate fare and shimmy on board
The blue haired sits directly in front of me and even with the finest strand I can't play a single chord
Of twisted visions I'm having of motorists passing and swerving in any direction
Then the doe of my dreams steps on board and the statue has anyone  erection.

I delve into the mind fucked dialogue I carry in the suitcase of my cerebral brain
The bus passes my stop but I don't care for the stop I need to enlighten upon I know is insane
A blueness in her eyes cries out for love and attention hark the herald of manic depression
I check my ticket and I'm way passed the stop and I'm way overdue the lips of suppression.

Yet I French kissed you if only in my thought process an eagle landing on a nest of lipstick pink
Not only do you plague my inert soul you delve into the words and way I think
The fields pass by and I'm mesmerised I am as countrysides collide and shadows hide
Didn't you see them trip those photographs developed upon black and white negatives that abide.

Hold on back up I am still at the bastard bus stop and it's getting colder
I'm looking at my ghost like reflection and I realise I'm getting Dorian Gray older
I don't appreciate the early mornings the charming birds don't do it for me at all
And then the world collapsed and the bus flips over and the passengers flip and fall.

The baggage collapses and caves the brain inside of my head
Then I know and acknowledge that this is the end and I'm better off dead
A last recognition of the blue haired ladies bag fucking  with what's left of my brain
Remember how it ends I'll tell you a thousand times as the lapse becomes insane.

I drag on my last cigarette

I drag on my last cigarette ever I promise to myself
Yet the heat hits my corroded throat and it feels so good
The mist of vapourised hatred pollutes my lungs and I'm left on the shelf
The devil dances on the cancerous cells locked by a gailor who always wears a hood

I played the double bass in a volcanic ash cloud that I exhaled and failed
I tapped dance in between lovers kissing on the harbour wall
Tempting the teenage me to collapse and try to raise an alternative sail
Yet it took more than that for he'd resisted up until my awkward call

Drag like the queen on a seminented volcanic eruption knowing the dire consequences
A New Orleans bourbon street cigar whisper into a vapourised aftermath
From now on in tapping the barrel of whisky keg apprehended
Fencing with a foil stabbed in the lyricists bubble spoken bath

Red headed vixen Viking from a thousand plundered years ago
Invading the lonely island that I made a conscious commitment to
From frozen lands of a menthol tundra I repel your existence steam powered ego
Do you realise you'll never know me you'll never understand like a good human should

Choose your choice you fucking idiotic retarded prick the way to bow out of this existence
Step in front of the train and make it quick and fast
Or live and love your life with your children as the supper of an evening dark subsistence
A broken and fractured mind a lifetime of light and nets forever cast.

I purchase the most expensive cigar on the tobacconists shelf
Bite and nibble of the end and ignite the end with my guilded  silver zippo
Craving a face that will accompany me to the clouds up above a reflection of myself
It's the end but I went out with a cough ridden bliss from a height to the guitar driven low.

with a pinch of blood

There's a county bumpkin driving amongst the tarmac of the road
I'm as drunk as my father way back in the day I'm warned
That family heading south as this maniac on drugs and alchol
Philosophers stone that brings me back and it's going to collide ful on.

Twisted crash that only your lord can entangle
That wicked depth of your neck that's stretched amongst its angle
Your fucking dead and it's all my fault
I can't even absolve myself with a pinch of blood and a dash of salt

This drunken piece of shit and dreams of cuddles lasting in trials of dreams
A piss full nappy I wish to escape from in the puddle of a narrow street of  screams
There's only so many fucking lines you can scribe at least I'm honest
The end of this feathered quil. The end of my fucking promise

What's in store

I'm just the thick end of a loaf of bread
Destined not to exist and better off dead
A minute against the steam train to hell
I could linger even further I could be the drip on the dwell
On the end of your nose I'm a sweat beyond the scream
An escapism escalator that leads you to the dream

A ventriloquist dummies with the force of your hand up my ass
You know where I'm heading and it's better blue and it's meant to be crass
So I take a bow to the audience and I cry within this torture
And I regress upon a manic mind and I'm able to predict the future.

Who the hell are you to ignore my prayer you son of an incessant itch
Scratching till my arm does bleed you red horned son of a bitch
I'm here for my life I ain't going nowhere I swear
I'm the blurred vision glass on your winter screen gambling it'll clear I dare.

Once upon time in the midst of poetry and rhyme
Mixed a perfect recipe of sugar and flowers and fire and brimstone and time
Dream a little hallucination a mushroom cloud  of picks of guitars and shovels
A nuance of fingers diving into mush a mess of multiple levels.

The last verse I promise you it's the end I know you're bleeding bored
I've tried heading into the light blush side of a mind that is loaded and stored
The conclusion of this tale and I crave to have you one know
Is that amongst the furrowed brow of life you'll never comprehend what's in store.

Dip the bread in primordial soup

Curling the toe in a primordial soup
Where were we supposed to go, only into the depth of a recoup
Screw your wand wizard alcoholic bastard abracadabra
A pretentious over extenuated insinuating magical drunken pa.

In a log cabin brain please try to explain the cause of your tirade
I don't mean to get all psychological on you but you deserve the first aid
Plaster applied to your bleeding wound so the beatings continued upon my skin
Red raw like the steak transparent and obsolete this God within.

In restless dreams I walk and was woken all alone
The flash of silence hits me like a skipping stone
Sped upon a still pond catching the cheek of my cancerous embrace
Yet I delve into the tadpole spawn of my mothers cold hand upon my face

Mona Lisa's smile we evolved through the art and time of a black and white video of regret
A million smurf like brain cells dancing and prancing in a world of forgive and forget
The fish grew legs and stumbled upon the land and the wand that fucking wand land and a trillion
A man unforgiven aftermath a depth they applied into a tiny brain that pounds at gazillion.

So. Dip. The soup into the primordial soup to see the reaction
Just the ordinary English man dressed in a suit of tweed and a cap so flat in action
They made me feel special like an embryonic newborn embryo distraction
Shout so loud and sing like an up and down up and down up and down up and down up and down
Yo yo. Strings attached
For the first of the heart attack
Missing link
Keep me, I need the loop
This bread dipped into my primordial soup.

Oak tree

That nineteenth sixties boxing drunken cheeks collapse
An angel drawing in sketches drawn in a place of rigmarole
Educated angels that drew on a pallet of relapse
Whenever the miners faces against the depth of the coal.
This summer of delving upon a cheek snowed upon within an ice scaled
Escaped amongst a scar ridden 50s rockabilly greased back
Heart attack crowed vulture in a hammock rocking between
Two swaying palm trees. cocunuts just because I can claim it's serene
Fuck you and fuck this and fuck youre mother too
This whole hole of a cheese driven ground sound hound
A sniffing after a fox clever son of a bitch
A stich in time saved in time
Blue. You big in trouble the after double
In the biggest baddest after bubble
Breath and relax into trouble in a
Desperate aspexisted oxygen draining
Lung incapacitated
Necks relaxed and big birds all creating
Dead as a do do do as I say
On the relapse of a yesterday and a cello bourgeois wine

A summer day we spread a picnic buttered sand which egg mayo asked mind
So shut the fuck up clothe peg hanging tangling on an oak tree.  And unwind.