Posts Tagged ‘out’

Cassandra1

 

If you could see all horrible moments of the future

But no-one believed you

Would you go jitter-bug loopy?

Would you gibber ironically in frigid moonlight?

Bug shot and boasting tomorrow’s lotto results

Oh Cassandra princess of Troy

She sees the vigorous destruction of the city

Perfect prophetess

Luring Apollo with your milky breasts

Spurning a god

He curses fire and

Mind like a whole ward of twisted wreckage

Hiding in the temple of Athena

Kidnapped by Ajax

Detritus detritus he comes for her at night

With claws and fangs and a phantasmagoria of emotion

Everything mapped out iterating and reiterating

Frustrated beyond coherence

Tripped out over and rotting

Flipped past lover Agamemnon

Paired slaying as a concubine

Lost in yet to be

andromeda

 

Plasma churns and burns

In the heart of a heavenly star

Heating random worlds

Kindling transformations

Rocks and cratered dirt

In an unfashionable agglomeration

At the edge of the Andromeda galaxy

Glitter on black velvet

And on a nearby living planet aliens peer into sky

As if it has something in it’s teeth

And I am looking back through a kaleidoscope

From the outer Milky Way

Stoned and silly-serious

Trying to work out what it all means

If anything at all

Trying to puzzle out a pattern from disparate signals

We are the stuff of stars

We are transcendent and tremendous

We are the crap of the cosmos

Trio

Posted: October 13, 2017 in poetry
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iggy

The holy trio of Iggy, Bowie and Reed

Now just Iggy

But Iggy just keeps on going

Causing trouble in a spectacular manner

Just imagine Iggy at the Big Day Out

Iggy swings the microphone around his head

Then it hits him the face

Then he says

‘Let’s fuck this shit up’

And starts pulling down the curtains around the stage

So let us fuck shit up

Just like Iggy

Every day

As everything is fucked anyway

Let us try to fuck it further and deeper

 

 

Gone

Posted: October 7, 2017 in poetry
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michelle

And now you’re gone

And I didn’t expect you to go so quickly

And you were such a caring loving lady

With such a good heart

And I wish we could have worked it out

So I could have save you

But I couldn’t save you

You seemed to want to go

And now you’re gone

And the world seems empty

Pretty girl with cats’ eyes

Now you’re gone forever

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

heroinspoon

Jack Mack loves his smack
Dream juice is his poison
Sinks into his wasted splendour
Like a warm inviting bath of angels’ tears
Seven times a day
Needle and spoon are his intimate friends
He’s fucked up every vein in his arms
And every one in his legs
He’d even fucked up the one in his cock
So he shoots up in the jugular vein in his neck
His blood is corrupted by Hepatitis C and his liver slowly rots
And every day is catalyzed by the alchemy of need
To take a break from hanging out, he sometimes smokes some weed
And benzos, codeine cough mixture, anything just to take the edge off pain
Of hanging out for opiates- nothing else matters
His habit is huge- a monk in the order of our Lady Perpetual Decadence
Track marks crucify him on every single vein
He’ll shoot up anything called dope then he’ll shoot again
His whole personality reduced to machinery to score
So he’ll keep on shooting skag, always wanting more.

heartoforion

A gaping wound in the earth descending into infinite darkness
I peer down within and see
Worlds within worlds within worlds
Each slightly warped and unsightly
Spinning in different directions
Gradually corrupting to infinity
Lights, patterns, colours
Tessellations sliding into fractal dinosaur implosions¸
Birthing recurring shapes and patterns within patterns
Gyrating and whirling hypnotically
Repeating, recurring, repeating

I jump down into the pit
Warp speed stretches everything towards a point of infinite light below me
I’m falling
I’m falling
Worlds and galaxies fly passed and are stretched to segments of light
I’m accelerating
I’m transcending
I’m transforming
I’ve not noticed until now that I don’t seem to be breathing
I have left my body but I don’t care
Galaxies and nebulae fly past spinning like coins in air
I’m accelerating faster still
More galaxies and nebula, pulsating around me as I fly past at unfathomable speed

Then everything is dark
I have stopped moving
No sound, no light
Utter blackness
‘Out on the perimeter where there are no stars’
Man of shadows
Solitary now
Forever