Archive for October, 2015

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Biding my time
Thinking of drinking women like wine
Realizing it might kill me
But what a way to go
Going fast then slow
Immersed in breasts and thighs and kisses
Throbbing in the flesh-light of their beauty

Biding my time
Thinking of utter dissolution
As the real solution
To what to do to truly be
Drugs are all that I can see
To alter pilgrim minds
And leave the world behind

Biding my time
Examining my last breath
Meditating on death
As the merry-go-round turns
And tortured horses charge in circles
When will it end?
When will it end?

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Bind my legs with razor wire
Pluck my eyeballs with a spoon
Fry my cock in boiling oil
Bury my feet in lead
Drown me in the river
Until I’m surely dead

Beat my meat with leather wax
Spin my tyres backwards
Baste my tastes with vinegar
Trip my brain with acid
Drown me in the river
Until I’m surely dead

Strangle my neck with barbed wire
Rip out my guts with hooks
Pierce my ass with broken glass
Spin me out with weed
Drown me in the river
Satisfy my needs

Skye

Posted: October 14, 2015 in poetry
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Wonders, wonders world of weirdness
And now she’s gone
No more crow-screech of ‘cunts’
No more fear in her eyes when she reimagines her domestic violence history
No more clean floors and done dishes
No more laundry day every day
No more good company
No more court dates
No more wondering if she really loves him
No more good advice
So quiet
No fun

crazy

Come all you twiddlers at the edges of sanity
Come all you cases, you syndromes, you diagnoses
Come all you students of advertising for secret messages
Come all you crazies, you weirdos, you saints, you martyrs
Don’t be afraid of your aromatic nuttiness
And take it all a bit too far
Dance in the mud on magic mushrooms while angels dance in your hair
Nod of in a corner on immaculate Thai white smack
Smoke rock and get a tattoo of a Wookie
Thrive on the helium atmosphere of pixie dust perversion
Hit on your nurses and steal other peoples’ medication
Baste your bottoms in cream cheese and stuff that monkey full of plums
Until it feels more real than sanity knows while your madness grows

Beat down the bushes around your consciousness and let your spirits soar in infinite space
Because now is the time and this is the place

insanity (1)

So deranged and kind of strange
So hard to try to rearrange
Bent and twisted out of place
Always I am off my face
When I’m aching in the wind
The bind that twists the bind that cuts
I’ve never felt quite so alive
Until I saw your midnight smile
Maybe we can wait a while
Now you’re gone from dropping pills
You cut yourself off from all who knew you
Never woke from sleep
And died alone
While I try to rearrange
The vampires that bend my brain
Into some sort of order
Take stock of my paranoia
Call my very indulgent employer
Stare out into infinite space
I will never know my place
Like you in death I am alone
I think I’ll have another cone

Teenage prostitute smoking heroin (chasing the dragon), London. Model released.

Teenage prostitute smoking heroin (chasing the dragon), London.
Model released.

Heat the smack on the foil
Chase the dragon
Inhale the wandering bead
Chase the dragon
Wander through gorgeous opium fields
Chase the dragon
Go and score some more
Chase the dragon
While the longing is pure
Chase the dragon
While the hunger is vital
Chase the dragon
Chewing your own tail
Chase the dragon
Let the smoke rise to heaven
Chase the dragon
Let your consciousness roam
Chase the dragon
Let the ball burn across the foil
Chase the dragon
Collapse and nod off in a corner
Chase the dragon