As

As bent as a coat-hanger poking out a cone

As twisted as leprosy wrecking vital limbs

As loaded as a road-train barrelling down a deserted highway

As wasted as a wastrel in the universal gutter

As beaten as a homeless person on a cold night

As frozen as welcome as an icy-pole in summer

As hungry as cancer devouring the body

As hurtful as a punch in the face

As piercing as bone through flesh

As miserable as a lonely fat person

As dense as paranoia in sleepless nights

As frigid as fear of dying of fright

As useless as a broken phone

To you

Loaded

Computer speakers resting on one another

Printer monitor, TV, air conditioner

All waiting for me to do something profound or stupid

Watching me gibber like a gibbon and prance around the room

In my Hawaiian shirt

Loaded and overloaded

Dumptruck deadly

Beaten and bloody minded

Tripped out and terrifying

But I have friends

And cuddly piggelies

So all is well in the kingdom of the Piggelie King

Have you ever?

Have you ever lost your bearings in a rainbow?

Have you ever misplaced your ostrich in a field of poppies?

Have you ever mishandled your affections in the presence of a beautiful woman?

Have you ever troubled the bean counters and abacus heads with your illegal transactions?

Have you ever bothered with the trinkets of consumer hallucinations?

Have you ever been beaten senseless for being who you are?

Have you ever triumphed over your suffering and drank the ambrosia of settled satisfaction?

Have you ever stumbled down city streets with your paranoia pounding?

Have you ever whipped yourself into a frenzy of cabalistic indulgence?

Have you ever drowned in a sea of whisky with your heart full of love?

Have you ever crucified your ego and left it hanging in a vortex of loneliness?

Have you ever multiplied through infinite stars and sprinkled stardust over the universe?

Have you ever transcended thought with feelings of mutual embarrassment?

Have you ever had a cone of most excellent cannabis buds?

Have you then farted and coughed at the same time?

Fear of Death

Corpse of a clown
Face without eyes
Deadweight diatribe against earth magic
Maudlin musing about nocturnal naughtiness
Dead grey foetus in a rubbish bin
Dead eyed optimism
Dead eyed consumerism
Corpse of a chorus girl
Makeup blurred, legs spread
Paranoia, Paranoia
Meanwhile many at the old folks home are
Entranced by the possibility of a quiet death
A quick death
Sacrificial mechanisms confound and confuse
And Paranoia seeps in
Encrusted with schadenfreude
Beaten to a spaghetti consistency
Squeezed through skull
Aching for cold lips
Of death kiss
Corpse of Marilyn Monroe
Necrophilia
Paranoia, Paranoia
Eyeball sliced like an egg
Eye-juice oozes
Poison gas pass-times eat away the soul
Napalm nightmares blaze across the cranium
Paranoia, Paranoia
Road-kill retro-action to circumvent cynicism
Squashed cat somnambulism
Body-bag of broken bones
Corpse of a junkie
Fantasy zombie collapses
Cold in a corner
Paranoia, Paranoia
Rigour mortis
Statue of the living
Physical indelible memory
Every corpse like a leaf in the wind
And a cell in the body of the grim reaper

Man

To be a man you’re not supposed to say you’re sorry
Just try it one time with an audience of macho troglodytes and you’ll find out
They’ll look at you as weak, a wimp, a target for rage against their own stupidity
To deal with this situation, most people would advise to harden up- come on, be a man
Crush your feelings
Never cry
Dominate, dominate, dominate
In doing so do you become a monster
Just another testosterone crazed dildo-brain
Manning up ends up with beaten women and children
And men with no emotions save anger and hatred
Broken creatures trapped in a gender prison
Women are freeing themselves now from this kind of bullshit
When will men be free from protecting their fragile masculinity
When will little children cease to fear their father’s rage
When will there be no more abused women
When we can smash the man box

The bush eats a woman

The bush eats a woman and a maggot full of blood
Dead beaten body murdered for love
Eyes on the pus and the crack of the bone
Never will, ever will be so alone

Dead to the world and dead to all thought
Dead to the oceans of pain that she felt
Now she is empty but also free
Nothing but a vapour on the menacing sea

The bush eats a woman and a maggot full of blood
Ready for, ready for, horny for love
Dead broken bodies on a moribund street
Pain for salvation so slutty you must eat

Heads shaped so holy to scrape against God
Harridan half-steps in search of being odd
Half eaten monsters lurk inside your brain
It can never, it can never, it can never be the same

Sylvia, Anne, rot with me now
So the body tells the body it is dying somehow
Rape me in the moonlight with penetrating bone
No I’ve never, no I’ve never felt so alone

The Metal Skull

Tenderness,
Hopelessness,
Dreams of death:
The metal skull is beaten until all the lumps are gone and it shines like a diamond tiara.
The metal skull is beaten until love vanishes and it gleams with apathy.
The metal skull is beaten, forging new nightmare images in its secret brain.
The metal skull is magnetized by random metal thoughts:
Fragments of envy buzz around like flies, attracted magnetically.
Envy is like osteoporosis- it ruins my love and breaks metal bones.
The metal skull is smashed by vile envy.

The broken skull reassembles itself:
Bone joins bone as the skeleton forms and is spray-painted with flesh and skin.
I cannot hate the skull or the body that reassembles around it in my dream when I am conscious-
But when asleep, jealousy boils, envy forms poisonous pustules, love turns green.
Awake there is love, but asleep we are enemies.