Posts Tagged ‘dead’

vortex

 

Through a vortex of spinning stars forming light circles- concentric tunnels rotating

A kaleidoscope evoking fallen feelings- a hall of mirrors reflecting a multiverse of images of beautiful aliens

Take me disappearing down the tube to nowhere- blatant and absorbed in self but maybe somehow cool

With no particular means of conveyance besides mind and passions remembered in jackhammer japes

With no dead density of delusions besides the naturally paranoid- each arcane moment replays then fades

Animus assails me as I blunder down life’s crooked path of unpredictability- random rivers of events ebb and flow

Hyper hijinks shatter depression and good companions ease the path towards the sunset of death

Hurricane love is a daydream  that echoes through brain like ripples in a pond – opening out into flagrant blooms of neurotransmitters

 

Implicit conversations and traumatic tattling down octopus internet meme war bubbles

No sleep without dreaming almost believing never conceiving what might be afoot

No more Mogadon madness from depths of sleep

Feeling artificial like a plastic rose

Plumbing the interior and finding deadly dirt

Caressed by Abilify to chill the mood icicle cold

Catch enthusiasm from air like moths

Magnify good vibes

And to never wilt

Persist

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skull

When you do drugs and get to middle age you lose friends

Dead friends haunt my dreams as creeping spectres

Dead friends are a tragedy of blood

Dead friends are like nails through my limbs

Dead friends are like migraines in my brain

Dead friends are holy to my spirit

Dead friends remind me I am mortal

Dead friends are ripping me apart

Can’t stop thinking about them

Their ghosts howl through my consciousness like harpies

Oscillating upwards from my reptile brain

Ned hung himself after doing speed for two weeks

Doug OD’d on heroin

Michelle died in a diabetic coma

Lee died of a heart attack

Don’t know how Venetta died

So many ghosts encircle me

Grief and sorrow punch a hole through my soul

But I will remember these faithful companions on the road to annihilation

 

facebook

Facebook friend requests from robot women

Delete request, this is not an active profile

There is nothing profound about my lifestyle

Overcome by Trump tweets and dead meat daydreams

Overwhelmed by tortuous thoughts

Tangled up in monitoring breath for peace

Tortured by paranoid delusions of greatness

Tormented by Malcom Turnbull’s hopeless tissue-thin government

Tempted by tugging to lesbian porn

Don’t bow down submissively

Don’t surrender to fear

Don’t let the effort faze you

Don’t leave me hanging in cold moonlight

Don’t dance like a dildo in sensual twilight

Born blessed by an agnostic God

Born crazy-silly in a serious world

 

manus

We are the least of men

Iranians, Afghanis, Sudanese

Stuck on Manus forever

Outside the camp the locals will attack us

Cutting us down like dogs

They hack us with machetes

Inside the camp we die in our souls

Of neglect

Of disease

Of madness

In tropical heat

We cry out to your conscience

For you to set us free

For we are losing hope

And feeling dead inside

We are punished for coming on a boat

When Australia was built by people arriving by boat

We are a national staining shame

For if you do this to us now

Who will be next?

the-she-wolf

Twisted down and broken

Maddened and unopened

I take my time

Mired in slime

From the moment

Into the meat of each echo of the moment

 

Howling bone

Couple of cones

Dead weight daydreams

Silent death screams

Being gentle with myself

Cut out the super-critical conscience

Look at the evidence for negative self-talk

Rest and let the spirit run

Through fields of daffodils

Like a stallion

piggie3

I’m the sneaky piggely

I always steal the capsicum

And when the big alpha piggelys come

I pretend to be retarded

 

I’m the sneaky piggely

I pretend to be normal but it never works

And when the big alpha piggleys come

I pretend to be dead

 

I’m the sneaky piggely

I steal the corn leaves and hide in a box

And none of you big alpha piggelys are going to stop me

‘Cos I pretend to be sad

 

I’m the sneaky piggely

I’m disabled and dysfunctional

Please love me alpha piggely

I wish I knew more tricks

We smoke cannabis

Posted: December 20, 2016 in poetry
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bud

We smoke cannabis

It’s so good for us

Pull another cone

And get really stoned

Have a shot of smack

And get really wacked

Do some LSD

Then some ecstacy

Please stay off the ice

It’s not very nice

I like doing drugs

Sometimes I see bugs

Tripping out my head

I will soon be dead

clowncorpse

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

voices
He hears
He hears
Voices in his head
In his head
Voices from inside
Voices from his mental address
Not like the voices from outside
Pleading voices
Begging voices
Commanding voices deciding choices
Voices in his head
Map out his road through life
Forbid actions
Permit actions
Voices in his head
Voices
In his head
To tell him what to do
If he ever wondered what to do
Might be the spirits of dead ancestors
Or passing demons sweeping out of desert places
Voices
Voices
In his head
In his head
He hears voices in his head
Like a mystical mental radio
Like a repeating verbal collage
He hears voices in his head

succubus_full

languidly he lies in bed
triumphant conquests history
sweaty nights of frenzied sleeplessness
alone in an empty bed with his filth
inside hollow inside dead
shit-stained sheets
cum-stained doona
morbid laughter lines of sorrow in sheet wrinkles
gallons of insomnia
rivers of awakening
a presence at the end of the bed sits pensively
incubus succubus
dead within and without
translucent spirit
crouching to pounce lasciviously
and assimilate
sleep-body to ghost-particles
the horror
translate to intricate aramaic utterances
the horror
sucking out the sauce of life
vacuum soul ether-pump frenzy then
dead-weight adorns the rotten mattress
bloated corspse-flesh
decomposing to maggot-mush
and onward unto bone
once again alone