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FROM THE MULTI-POLAR MIND OF A RECOVERING EX-USER

not poetry, not purposeful, not pretending









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Saturday 17 April 2010

PayTime

off the track
left the path
dug a hole
deep and black
too far gone
lost my way
dug a hole
time to pay

dug a hole
lost my way
too far gone
time to pay
dug a hole
off the track
sold my soul
deep and black

too far gone
lost my way
left the path
time to pay
sold my soul
dug a hole
off the track
deep and black

lost my way
off the track
too far gone
left the path
dug a hole
deep and black
sold my soul
and no way back

Saturday 10 April 2010

Exit

The Book of Lies, Book of the Dead,
The Book of Sex and Drugs, I've read
The words, and drowned in disbelief:
Exit existence like a cheated thief.

So is this what is meant by evil:
Knowing hell is other people?
Working, talking, playing, screwing -
Nothing, ever, is worth doing.

Tuesday 6 April 2010

Visor

Without warning daytime crashes
Taste in mouth turns into ashes
Android smiles belch out sweet words
Like sugar-coated verbal turds
Which pulse and swell to fill the room
Electric blue beneath full moon
Where I'm found wearing some disguise
Or staring madly through this visor
Fitted lest my laser gaze
Should set their hellish world ablaze
Revealing loveless reptile creatures
Lurking under human features.

A violent voice ignites the air
A phoenix risen from despair
Returning with demonic power
To haunt you in your darkest hour
As fatal hug cheats final breath
As worthless life meets pointless death.

You end the game
As your missile claim
Explodes my feelings like a supernova
But let me tell you something all the same
My revenge burns just when you think its over
And at the juncture where our company parts
I lift my visor and your long night starts.

Thursday 1 April 2010

Crawl

Doctors, dealers, onion-peelers
Help me find my face within the crowd;
Evil semen, swarm of demons
Crawls across my mind like a storm-cloud.

Father-killers, mother-fuckers
Line the halls of history without end;
Arsehole-lickers, nipple-suckers,
We do not evolve, we just descend.

Chemical Addiction

Chemical addiction
Is an escapist affliction
It can codify your diction
And condition what you do.

To heal your freezing soul
Is a real goal, not a fiction,
It will modify with friction
The impostor who is you.