Posts Tagged ‘dance’

scream

Back ensconced in ward 8 Bentley Hospital in my flytrap mind

At least I’m with my crazy people

Suicidal ideation with cold claws of depression around my throat

Empathy and cigarettes as I meet the gentle mental

Telling tales of trauma as we lurch toward medication time buoyed by companionship

Memories of their voices

‘She was born a heroin baby’

‘I took an overdose of Valium and a shitload of antidepressants’

‘I tried to kill myself twice’

‘I wish I was dead’

‘I tried to hang myself with a sheet and the nurse found me’

People rendered fragile by the viscous blender of earth

Some think us hopelessly broken

We balance madness and sanity in our brains sometimes madness wins

Medication time, medication time

Drugs are shuffled by doctors and dolled out to wild-eyed victims of the societal meat-grinder

Titration of pills and prescriptions to quell anxiety, depression and delusion

Uppers, downers, round and rounders

Anti-psychotics, anti-depressants and heavenly benzodiazepenes

Then we sit outside in the courtyard to smoke to punctuate our day

Sharing cigarettes with noble depressives or exploring thought projection with shamanic schizophrenics

We dance a devilish dance in a rain of paranoia

Until it all becomes too much

We are sad, we are sometimes shattered

Sometimes hard to love

But we laugh and we smile too

Then howl out the agony of our souls

We will keep trying

To get our heads together

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cott

Remember those days of rebellion

At the Cott sessions on Sunday

In a beer garden paradise

All the wonderful women

All the dodgy guys getting away with it because they’re young

Pissed on cheap beer

Pub rock pounding from speakers

Nineties music all afternoon as it was the nineties

Running amuck with your mates by the Indian Ocean

Meeting friendly people at the OBH

Saying Happy Fucking New year at New Year to everyone

Falling into lust for delicious moments

Stolen kisses of consequential fire

Dancing in underage glory

Wild undulations as a dandelion being

Mega celebration enhancing existence

Experiencing bloated enthusiasm

With good friends before they deteriorated into addiction and insanity

marthamary

Piggelies chasing piggelies all over the floor
Piggelies in the hay and piggelies in the straw
First Melanie then Maggie pop corning
Following each other
The eternal chasey game
Lovely piggelies with gentle hearts
Cuddly piggelies that make me happy
Loyal piggelies after the prime
Furry piggelies purring as I stroke their backs
Little fat piggelies playing their piggely games
Dancing across the floor in search of fresh prime

 

mote

When the wax hits the orifice
When dust motes implode
When dead eyes are open
Like the door to hell
When innocence phosphoresces
When the fist hits the socket
When meat dances before you
When the porpoise moon radiates
When corruption coruscates

You will be confused
You will surely lose
When light refracts
Brains contract
Wearing silly hats
And there is no point no reason no logic
To the immensity of the rampaging insanity
In this hooligan mirror trick
Of laughing spectres
Where we feed on each other

brokenbottles

Early morning broken bottles
Dirty fits and bad hangovers
Sun invisible heart inviolable
Misdirected magic trips
All your motions
All your sighing
Now embracing saccharine seconds
Like cannabis on a Sunday
Or a picture of an onion
Caressing and carousing
Through a faint vanilla sky
Come with me into abandon
Dance within the subtle ambience
Crash through vulgar wanderings
Break out possum indulgence
Communicate unruly utterances
Where dust buckles through compassion
Solitary bliss conundrum
Monetary missed connection
Blinding bats and sabotaging sentiment
Freedom rising on a donkey

abstract

Frenzy my dances of sexual excitement
Desperate glances in harlequin bars
Scoring the grain of the marrow of living
Strife torn between hell and houses of lout
Mollusc enthusiasm for disparate causes
Tremendous doings and beings of bone
Chop up mojumbo and pack me a cone
Purple my pants down from eating air
Never complacency never confusion
Always extruding mutated illusion
Plasticine being the stuff of our insect
I saw you breathing between tie-dyed seconds
I caught you laughing in pelican phrases
I felt what you contemplated by the train tracks
Knew you were happening coped with conversion
Bent your cacophony inside a moonbeam
I was the one who grocked all your cadenzas
I was the one to rachet your mind-meld
I was the one who believed you were real
I was the one who embraced how you feel

 

punk-rock-woman-2314557

I didn’t see you last week
Or the week before
And now my heart feels like a biscuit under a boot
So strange- tied up with string
Such a hopeless hope
That I might be your boyfriend
If only I was alpha enough
Or thin enough
Or not socially awkward
Maybe it’s better just to be a friend
Someone in your sunshine life over the event horizon
Where you dance and dance flamenco style
And there is never any chilli powder in the ointment
Just talking to you was marvellous
Dream woman, heavenly harridan, delicious person

Young

Posted: August 31, 2015 in poetry
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most-beatiful-women-08

When I was young and green- swollen with sap
A bursting boy, primed to dance among the girls
My nerves conspired to queer me in their eyes
My fumbling frowned their hearts and spurred their mocking

Oh suffering, oh tragedy like death
Their brilliant breasts were hidden from my eyes
Their lips denied me by this knot of fate
My heart burned like a violent Vindaloo

And so I followed like a puppy dog
Behind she who had captured all my soul
Nice guy behaviour- just trying to be a friend
Except when I’d had too much alcohol

madonna

I long to roam the loam with wild women
And pursue them with my hooligan heart radiating passion
To envision each midnight maiden as an individual creation of a love-struck God
To dance with them through vast swaying fields of budding marijuana
To cuddle away my loneliness in their sensuous embrace
Vibrating the nerves that wire to my skull
With electric joy and cacophonous compassion
O women so near and yet so distant
Behind a glass wall of indifference
I spend myself to entertain your choice
To spin a flattering love with potent poems
Is all I dream to end my time alone

rubber

Lock your cocks
Inside your jocks
Don’t treat your meat
Like a beast to be beat
Break the back
Of madness
By spewing out your pain
Hail the snail
Of corpulence
And dance when you want rain
But don’t wear rubber fetish wear
Or dildos in your brain
No-one will care
They’ll laugh at your hair
And you will look silly again