hatchet runs
warm pureed sauces run
the veins in my hands run like rivers overflowing
the jungle out there is overgrowing
this Niagara feeling is suicidal groaning
in my pelvic floor
lying just near the door
anorexic asking for more
falling through a crack in the floor
so skinny that my lopsided head capsizes
so sedated that my brain tries so hard not to antagonise me
translucent wreck
translucency rolls
in the dark drinking
I don't smoke anymore but I'm still alone
my reflection in the photograph gloss looks like the image of me in my head
I feel like an image drawn in the ripples on a pond
the river Nile runs down my hands
I have a small skin lump (not a wart) on my left hand
I used to enjoy linking elastic bands and firing folded paper at friends in class
I used to get lines
school punishment: a waste of time
wasted time to repent thy sins
think about the crime
life is all I have
dysfunctional as it is
it's only this
I can't get tied down with family life
material life
emotional life
breathing is life
hurting is life
this is life
sitting in the darkness
writing words that just don't matter
this is life
worrying about the sarcasm that I throw upon people
this is life
crying for the people on the news
this is life
thinking that new films are by and large shit
this is life
wondering if art has been killed by 24 hour digital media and communications
this is life
being afraid all day and night
this is life
as if I know what life is
I've taken up too much of your time
thanks for reading
apologetically apologising for writing too much
this is life
It's time to ramble on...(that's zeppelin, by the way)
It's time to ramble on...(that's zeppelin, by the way)
well I write music review so I do:
http://www.elevationstation.net
http://www.elevationstation.net
A pool of guts,
oil rainbows
on pavement,
disappointment,
wrapped up
in pretty paper,
this is life.
incarcerate tears,
stagnant puddles
breed disease,
hysteria,
disguised in
bank account balance,
this is life.
urges to leave,
missed heartbeats
deprive soul,
hardness,
thriving in
soft cushy edges,
this is life.......
I really dug your post here bennie boy.
Tanks fer sharin it.
H
oil rainbows
on pavement,
disappointment,
wrapped up
in pretty paper,
this is life.
incarcerate tears,
stagnant puddles
breed disease,
hysteria,
disguised in
bank account balance,
this is life.
urges to leave,
missed heartbeats
deprive soul,
hardness,
thriving in
soft cushy edges,
this is life.......
I really dug your post here bennie boy.
Tanks fer sharin it.
H

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