Posts Tagged ‘hole’

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

 

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impala

 

You don’t need your bike

It will only drag you down

Weary and wonderful you articulate your generation like an ancient artefact

Pent up in poetry and raging through twilight you transcend delusion and bring light to darkness

Dance on through suburbia like a supersonic gibbon

Graffiti the walls with poems and trivia

Penetrate the crux of anti-matter

Ravage imperiously with radiant grin

Through the mind of every woman in a desperate search for attention

Oh to be a boyfriend to be loved by a good woman

To be an object of affection

Loaded up with misdirection

Contemplating a profound derangement of the senses

To live like a psychedelic pirate transubstantiating my brain through multiple universes

Then disappear into the void of a black hole

 

courtney-love-empire-fox
Baby-doll white frock:
Pretty kiss woman with a badass voice.
Pink Fender Strat slung low,
Sixteen hole doc-martin boots with pink laces,
Smudged blood-red lipstick,
Platinum blonde mess of harridan hair,
Eye bruises of purple mascara,
Silver glitter eye-lids.
Howling against patriarchy like a siren
Smashing capitalism,
Convulsing rock and roll’s collective unconscious.
She shouts into the microphone:
‘You fuckers love me!’
Goddess of a grunge explosion:
In her lips, revolution!
Between her hips, revolution!
In her kiss, revolution!
When she sings, revolution!
Bringing down haters and creepers.
What have they done to her?
Broken her to pieces like an abused doll?
Made her bleed for corporations?
Objectified and commodified her?
Say she killed Kurt.

Hey Courtney!
Can you always hit those big veins,
When you get into the powders?
Is your body a source of pain?
Are you a victim of rape culture?
Holy woman churning with punk rock attitude-
Not sure if I want to fuck you or be your best friend,
Or both.
Just to be close,
Just to be in your scene,
Would be enough.