Saturday, April 29, 2006

Oh Sweet Purple Puddle

Oh sweet purple puddle
You don’t taste like drugs
But you set straight my muddle
From the vessel of mugs

From my day bed I struggle
Common like the sense
The door is a jar
The sea is a fence

Hence the sneezing is blessed
With sweet purple defence
As I ride on the crest
Of past and present tense

But oh sweet purple majesty
Your drugs are well hid
You stay and play and jest with me
Like illness never did

Friday, April 21, 2006

Flat Fuckin Fizz Bangers

The sink spills furry foam
The stink fills up the home
To drink pills and not your own
Shown in sparkling chrome
We roam this hall

Tall tails, exports of truth
Small-scale increments of youth
Turn tail and short tooth
Uncouth peerless sleuth
Talk booth for soaring wills

Boring bills clawing still
Ignoring chills kill the thrill
Their pills to cure the ill
Full fill trip and spill
Windmill upon the walls

These halls abide the sick
Abode the spare tide is thick
The square side is slick
Kick the whoring hicks
Magic tricks defy the skies

Flies are buzzy around the shit
The fuzzy soaking in the spit
Those busy minds will admit
And knit a fine coloured mitt
Fit for the grim pill

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Our Beautiful Snow Cave

Sat in that room I found myself spare
Nothing to say but much to declare
Snowed in by the elements that we had born
To prevent our selves from travellin on

Many a cold night the powder did fall
Deeper and deeper as I recall
On that snowy land we all felt quite brave
As we dug ourselves a beautiful cave

Deep inside nothing was real
Except all we felt, all we could feel
Passing through the archways of our mind's
Leaving our children behind

Safe from the world’s harsh hand
Ignoring all that we could not stand
We played till all good sense had gone
In the flickering lights that we had left on

With winter's end came spring's yellow rain
A melting pot, a flowing drain
Leaving us bare to the sun's rays
To sift the wreckage of these reckless days

Now those snowy night have all but gone
And all is said and all is done
How much we loved our beautiful snow cave
As we place our flowers on it's watery grave

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

12 Hours Later

Its rush hour in the skies and my head is spinning
The vapour trails fade into a new beginning
Of clear blue

Has anybody got a quick fix
A chemical re-mix for the low tricks
Of a well worn weekend date?