Posts Tagged ‘blood’

train-to-beach-perth

There is a certain elegance about a train

Decimating a body without pain

Because of the speed of execution

So let us speak of terrible miserable things

Dead forever, the big black nothing looms

A skeleton with sickle all dressed in black rags

Skeletal rictus jawboning and flabberjabbering the penalties for my horrific sins

There is a certain elegance about a train

Walk down the train-track at Queens Park so the C train

Comes through like a giant bullet

Splattering and battering me to constituent molecules

Rendering unto paste

Blood frenzy and deadly destruction poisons the atmosphere

My poor parents would not cope

But I’m trying not to do it

I’m a reluctant suicide case

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insomnia

 

When I can’t sleep random thoughts rush through my head

Sometimes sad, sometimes suicidal, sometimes silly

When I can’t sleep I try to meditate instead

Which helps a little but I still feel frustrated

When I can’t sleep I count sheep or breaths or thoughts

To try to sooth my mind and regulate my mood

When I can’t sleep I post on Facebook that I can’t sleep

To try to elicit sympathy and likes

When I can’t sleep

I grumble and groan like grumpy grandpa

And give the shits to everyone I meet

Because I get so agitated and anxious

When I can’t sleep I stay up all night listening to RTR FM

Or read a book

When I can’t sleep the cogs in my brain crunch and creaks

When I can’t sleep the beat of the blood brain barrier is deafening

When I can’t sleep I jerk off to relax

But I never do

When I can’t sleep my head feels like it’s full of glue

Which is neither strange nor new

Instead lost and askew

amy_jackson_pollock_painting_by_amau41200-d4vjeut

Teenage kicks and hooligan hijinks
Drunken vandalism
Graffiti thrashed on walls

Sitck it
In your arm
Draw a bubble of blood

Don’t break
Your fragile bones
When stumbling

Mobile phones
Hypnotize masses
Like Dynamo

Shit stains in underpants
Time to do the washing

Erotic psycho-frenzy
Pants down for action

Gorgeous ass
Wobbles
Like a jelly melon

Your porcelain smile
Escalates me
For the moment

Light that cone
Inhale smoke
Cough

some pass cars
some make passes
I pass gas

Cigarettes like time
Thoughts like conversation
Tranquility

John Berryman

He made it all up
False malady – told with a poker face
Staying at home and watching TV
Counting the leather pelican winds
Making obstacles out of dust-motes
Letting his neurons short circuit

Grieving Henry was drunk
‘Wasted again’ Mr Bones
Spirit fades like a camera flash
Hope falls into the abyss
Life holds Henry in a fist
Squeezing out residual rebellion

Clench, clench, spit
Like orange juice
Or blood on sheets
At night when silence descends like mist
He remembers
How blessed are the dead

cutting

Noises in the system
Voices in the head
Let me out
I don’t like it in here
This confinement
In this cage of blades,
This knotted cage of woe
With Satan breathing on my neck
I do my work
Work of the razor
Cutting easily
To blood
To blood
Tender moments with my arm
The razor does its work
My own brutal calligraphy
Written in letters of pain
There must be more than this
But there doesn’t seem to be
Cut it again
Watch it bleed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat

seven

 

Morning time four am
Seven rows of teeth
Want a black void
Black as boots
Black as the death of a child

Evening time six pm
Seven bloodshot eyes in fur
Want total totalitarianism
Blood on the streets
And blood in the mouth

Morning time five am
Seven horns of brass
Want a valley full of bones
Slowly reducing to dust
And symbolising the future for all

Evening Time eleven pm
Seven wan but wonderful women
Swoon into the arms of a stereotypical man
Entwine lips in a profound kiss
And know that they are loved

Morning time five am
Seven sexy succubuses
Want to suck out my chi sexually
But the moment of sexual release
Will be worth death

Evening time eight pm
Seven diamond encrusted celebrities
Want so much to be alone
But are stalked by paparazzi and publicists
Until they OD on adoration

Morning time seven am
Seven lonely cleaners
Want to be delivered from their suffering
Earn barely enough to pay the rent
And dream of wealth and education

mystifying vibrations rapture brainwaves
20 mill shot then roam the night
beating Urizen to self destruction
eyes realize what brains synthesize

psychedelic messages from the heart of a demon-god
syringe of ice immaculate into vein
pharmacological music broadcasts bloodlike awareness

monitored conscious reading on
inflammatory creative afternoons
suffer plaster mountains of cancer
another shot into the saint vein

leafy spirit slithers to a realm beyond anti-psychotics
listen to my mind blur images
through opaque windows
under the Boab tree

intricate salvation
green succulent voices
a mind-bath most pleasing

cocktail-effect transient stare
incandescent self destruction
muttering measures of death

increasingly nothing rocks my world
a naked child with wings angelic
says blood-rivers flow like death-stench

ancient god Urizen has balls of brass and an iron-plated ass
blood infected abcesses of pain
locked in the overflow post-medication nightmare

Urizen strains in the dissonant mirror
electro-chemical squatting
angry schizophrenic God fire

candy surging consciousness
tastes sweet like boiled lollies
tingling beats across brainwaves
mind-matrices intricate and replicated

Urizen sucks Dopamine
these preconceptions challenge our walk through existence
speed like rush to nowhere
conniving a shot from a mystifying syringe
earth-quake inspiration forms a new kind of radio

failing spirits lurk ethereally
free medication vibration
reality for my molecules

the soul unmedicated
knows a meat madness of spirit
dead lord of bentness

tribal veins pump my brain
impaled on a cross
pierced for kicks

 

Half a point of ice and twenty milligrams of morphine
Is a pleasing combination
Stick it in your arm it will do you no harm
There’s nothing like that moment
When the blood squirts into the syringe and I know I’ve hit the vein
Then I push down the plunger
A hurricane candy rush shoots up my veins and into my brain
Sweet tingling all over my body
Feel like I’m flying and sinking at the same time
Sinking into the opiate mind-bath while buzzing from the speed
Chemical kicks in the succulent moon-light
Pharmacological fun-times on a Friday afternoon
Let it rush over me
Let it rush through me
Then it’s time for a cone
Warm fuzzy marijuana mind-blur breaks over my consciousness
And the cocktail is complete

bowie
Ah the transcendent bastardry of life
The way a wonderful woman is always over the horizon and unobtainable
The way jealously poisons friendship
The way pretension ruins talent
The way everything reduces to blood, spit and unfulfilled desires
The way ugly old people always look so sad
The way youth festers and crumbles into middle aged mediocrity
The way my younger brother died of unknown causes in Laos
The way the Star-man never descends from the sky to take us away from this painful earth
The way David Bowie is dead
The way I can’t tell the crazy from the sane
The way the stars are pin-cushioning my brain
The way the voices of hell are in my head
The way I lie each night in an empty bed
The way it is not the way I want Universe to be
But maybe the problem is me

Bloody_rose_by_HakunaMattata

There’s so much beauty in the world
Broken glass is a vision of glistening dew
There’s so much beauty in the world
Shading green leaves scattered on the branches of an oak tree
There’s so much beauty in the world
Blood drops on a white rose in a secret garden
There’s so much beauty in the world
Little blue wrens zoom over bushes making letters in the air
There’s so much beauty in the world
Wedge-tailed eagle soaring over the desert looking for prey
There’s so much beauty in the world
Guinea-pigs purr when you stroke their backs
There’s so much beauty in the world
Fresh grass steams for cattle in early morning
There’s so much beauty in the world
Forget about structure and discipline
Forget about suburbia and suburban dreams
Forget about income and outgoings
Forget about your body’s pilgrimage to death
There’s so much beauty in the world
Throw away your preconceptions
Throw away you paranoia
Throw away your motivation
Throw away your clothes
Refuse to be a victim
Don’t be ordinary
Whatever you do
Don’t be ordinary
Forget about structure and discipline
There’s so much beauty in the world