Vegas and All

So we took out the debts and went gold digging
in a place our kids couldn't find us
a golden glow with sand in our face
unshaven, undressed, a total disgrace
betting on red and black on rats in a cage
raindrops on windshields and cops allowing us
tip of the hat and a hundred dollar bribe
as many drugs as we can take,as many as the phony doc can prescribe.
Six bullets in the chamber of commerce
the bank manager will not answer me back
tied up with his employees bloody in the face
let me in the safe,be safe,just in case
I've gone crazy on silver dollar lane
insane mother fucker, no time for you
i jumped the line,hit the Teller
I'm not the husband,I'm that other fella
the one you were attracted to in the first place
the one who struck the guy in the cinema for looking at you
all different
well I'm back, like the
proverbial massive attack,
I'm not wearing the tie or sleeves
I'm not seeing the kids the achieve
Mints on the counter
ropes bound the work mates
twenty seconds before the blues arrive
i don't give a
dollar whore who survives
i ain't slept for sixteen days,i cant control my words or me
I'm a part of my own satisfaction
strap me to the electric chair,I'm taking you all with me,see
especially you honey,me and you,
one or all will bleed.
ten,nine,eight,seven,six,five
better
four,three,two,one
son
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intertwined mind

Coon hunting way on south way
hounds sniffing on Mississippi bay
to track those black and whites on branches
divide on a pick up truck
likely all give us up
but I'm moving, disapproving
to change
into an Englishman
like the
wake up call
in a motel
for tell
I'm trying to digress
progress
hello, how are you
how do you do
with a bowler hat and umbrella
I told you i was that other fella
Jekyll and hide
behind
the soon
the raccoon
and squirrel hunt
for the brain to eat
in the marble playing south
the rolley hollers
living in backward squalor's
I do not appreciate the lines that are fed
noodling for Flatheads
I'm a
inbred
in bread
gentleman
crumpets and times be gone
south north east and west
you may never know
which way is best

For this the English countryside

A sensual being
rides the mist over heather
with purple days and pollen nights
the skies, transformed
a mix of hell weeping green ghosts
night owls and bat seeks
unshaven angles of mountainsides
hills and meadows divided high
cut with walls
appals my mind
for this, the English countryside.
I hover over a canvass
with oil dripping from trays
my hand is a spectrum tattooed
with colours of the evening
serene, the scene
I try to cultivate like the plants
laugh, like Sylvia Plath could not
who are you black shoe,
I am but the eye
for this, the English countryside.
Rub my knuckles in the dirt
and wash upon the white
mix the trouble, of the skies setting
the oils and water from natural springs
birds and underground voles
moles, squeaks and sings
they must of course bow
with baton in paws
and confide
to the orchestra
for this, the English countryside.
I fell asleep on downs of spring like
encased in leaves all brown and hue
inspired by autumn,spring and summer
winter dreams the gales blew through
yet still I painted this mercy of trouble
to mount one day in a hall applied
be framed for all to look upon
this, for all to stand in awe
our grandeur
English
countryside.

Denial of a childrens spirit

I'm smiling in spite of circumstance
teeth like a horizon
hoping that you hold on to me
the children i don't have
eyes caressing me through my impotent
an unfinished sentence
i wished i could complete
through a sunset you never believed
a bitter thought
i couldn't conceive
that bounce of a baby in a sunset
that non committal regret
changing of nappies
and breakfast feeds
of teats lactating
milk fibre and progress of genes
i crave to pass on intelligence
minus my hatred
plus my need and my love
romance and the ability to dance
the written word
subtract the absurd
child
I need you.
although i would try
multiply
in an instance
and yet
I deny.

Jaw chewing

I'm biting the inside of my mouth
clawing at gums and circumstance
where the devil and angels meet
on a cross barrier
a fortified teeth grinding
sensation
an apprehension
a comprehension
of a jaw clenched
like a boxer in a brawl
a man on his knees
during the street crawl
begging for dollars and recognition
playing a guitar just to make
ends meet and romance
do you hold my tongue truer
than yours
you know you can't dispose
in a rivers end
wrapped in a bag of parts to a friend
holding back and spine
extinguish the scent with a hint
of lime and fruit
pursuit by the cops
cut off your hair and become naked
to escape
to dodge
I ain't going back to jail
to the chair i can't relax in
never will the Lords forgive my sin
put the bullet in my head
better off dead.

The who of are. Evoloution Charles

I sensed your scent across the cross
the angry winds
the entrails of a destination
amongst the heather, purple
and blue within the honey due
to you, and the bees produced
soldiers ordering and workers feeding
and ants in the nest and hive
an evolution of breeds
in a thousand years time
adapted Darwinian predictions alive
to survive.
morphed and realised
a combination of a native
winged and walking
loving and stalking
pollen and finding the ground
Braille and sound
Ant bee, pollen of the honey and the aftermath
on the plants and leaves
me
hanging dry
environmental
crazy and sentimental
crying and sober
its all a part of the natural order
a dictation
evolved
solved
my meditation took me too far
its almost av ant Garde
yet I painted it all anyway
on a canvass of desperation
of inspiration
Charles I stand in awe
for in this thousand year of time
you are still the who
of are.

The Mist

I dreamed
because of you and circumvented
on a wisp of clouds
a vapour
I mist
you.
I flailed and floundered
the beached dolphin
of sin and desperation
tired and interpretation
to find land and sand
and the blow hole suffocated
I tried
to appease and pleas
went begging
on a shore ditched land
with only castles
built by
me and the sea.