Posts Tagged ‘song’

John Berryman

Depraved Piggelie wanted a pile of pot

Laugh Piggelie while your empire falls apart

Cry Piggelie as you mess up your brain

Howl Piggelie to the choir of naysayers

Rupture your sense of entitlement

Cling to a holy and beautiful lover

 

So what of it, Mr Cones,

You pilfer your darling’s sanity

You rest your hand on her pussy at midnight

Why do you think you are so special?

What clockwork conspiracies lurk in your mind?

You are nothing in a void of nothing.

 

Piggelie didn’t know about a universe of pain

A torrent of poison rain

Creep, creep of paranoia

Dead weight of depravity

All converging on the point of the conversation

In spiralling synchrony

New Order

Posted: September 9, 2017 in poetry
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This old 80s song
The primitive synths
The Manchester darkness
The tremendous tune
Arching guitar and pure tones floating crystalline
Bitching bass running into high octaves
Feet tap, so icy cool
In love with the melody
Subtle lyrical flow
Nobody knows
Where next to go

penguin

Flesh eating song-bird stabbing penguins with it’s beak
Penguin flesh rolls down it’s gullet
And blood, blood for the vampire birdie
Foaming flesh and penguin blood
Feeding, feeding saps their strength
These black and white waddling piles of meat
Strangely formal ridiculous gentlemen
They bleed into the dirt
Nature’s armpit
Hellish Island

Oh little birdie
Nature’s armpit
Rotten, wild flesh frenzy
Small brown bird with a taste for blood
Its maddening penguin feast will never end
Strong from meat and hungry always hungry
Carnivore songbird tweets meat dreams
In the hooligan night

Mobile_CellPhone_Infos

Crack bone upon your mobile phone
Come out of sky-scraping Satanic towers of Moloch and Mammon
Do a silly, sunlit dance like an insane drunken hobo all over the moribund urban streets
Moon the captains of industry, reptile lawyer-monsters and asshole accountants
Live your life by dream language and weird associations
Paint the sky psychedelic rainbow colours of love
In your life’s roller disco
Send messages of peace and hope down the new song-lines of the suburbs
And bless each moment with love

Do we all need to be lost strangers in poison empty rooms?
Can we reach out and love our neighbours
Even the guy who stole mobile phone
Even those who beat me, ridiculed me and shaved my head
It’s complicated
Making connections,
Forming a friendship network for socially awkward people and weirdo poets
Does everything have to be so desperate and lonely?
Tear off the shroud of suffering and rise to new psychic energy.
So a new day of compassion and empathy may begin

Angel
Because you’re gorgeous
And I’m old and fat
Because you’re a wonderful woman
And I’m a corrupt middle-aged man
Because you’re an indelible arrow in my heart
And I’m a drug-ravaged cliché
Because you know all the cool new bands
And I’m stuck in the nineties
Because you’re nubile and radiant
And I’m corpulent and a bit of downer
Because you’re a heavenly angel
And I’m a horrible toad
And I’m not sure if I’ll turn into a prince
Even if you kiss me
Because you’re rapidly transmogrifying into a goddess in my mind
Sacred projection of my anima
So high above and so lovely
But this is not healthy
You want a man, not a worshipper
So I postpone and procrastinate
About telling you
How much you mean to me
And just try to be friends
But not in a passive-aggressive ‘Nice-Guy’ way
Because I know the answer to the song of my heart
Will be no