‘You tried to play nice, everyone just took advantage.
You left the fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich.’- Kanye West, Wolves
Goofy I
Art for myself,
I don’t know if it’s good.
What about him over there?
Practised as he should.
Measured and mathematical,
Sharp and sure, this is the ratio,
This stuff is pure.
Here is the Guardian column I ought to share.
What about Bart Simpson?
What does he do
With himself over there?
A finite amount of success
Greedy, grab it quick.
I salute you with respect
In the midst of your dudehood,
Old age won’t appease
Your rude attitude.
Where does it go?
It falters and withers
Much like the old man who
Accompanies Smithers.
I’m not one to get jealous,
I don’t really care
But what is Bart Simpson doing
With himself over there?
Goofy II
It’s like Mr Magoriams wonder emporium
Up in here
A book or a film I have never seen or read
Only during aerobic respiration do
These ideas bundle in my head
This unfiltered mind won’t stop
Spawning useless bull nonsense
So I forgive you
While as long as I live in this city
I’ll hate you, it’s such a pity
When I go back to your absence
It does me a service
Can stand to live without the positive symptoms
It’s not a reduction to my current state of conditions
Freedom from your madness
Losing nothing without the sadness
That tore a black hole
Anarchy in the knot of your soul
Worm Hole
Sometimes it’s so dark as though
This is a black hole we reside in
In the middle of this
Nothing is moving
We are sucked in, time hasn’t stopped
Because it doesn’t exist
Everyone else is asleep but I must
Finish what I’m doing
The night is so stubborn, so black,
So hopeless. Fixed and rigid,
It won’t move for anything. Unrelenting.
Inescapable curtain, a blindfold over everything.
Someone cupping their hand over your mouth,
Holding your breath until you get to drink the cool air in again.
Smiling silently at your suffering,
Absorbing with hollow disinterest.
Indifferent to the depth of your eyes
And the light which they long for
But can’t retrieve,
Won’t reprise.
A limp body that can’t be revived.
It Takes All Sorts
Bundled in a heap, the wounded-
A room full of façades.
You didn’t believe in serendipity, did you?
The timing of these things
I get a craving for nicotine at the same time as yourself
Also alone
Extracted from a pick ‘n’ mix bag
An assortment of the mood disordered
Whatever strings it takes to hold you up
I know
What it’s like
I think I saw him there
It was sundown
And it was just as night wind shivered death
I thought you’d ceased
But saw you still
Lest he be a ghost, a hologram,
A mirror image, an impression, an outline,
A schizophrenic companion maybe.
There’s nothing
I own that I know to be mine.
Didn’t think I had an addictive personality until I wanted to help him,
What is this compulsion?
Every time a sword punctures
Quick put into writing,
Like swabbing up blood
Blotting with a handkerchief, tears.
Gangster Rap
Toulouse is trying to be an alleycat
Be a famous rapper, that’s where it’s at
It doesn’t take long for soda to go flat
Rhymes are a sign of bad mental health
So is wandering around the city with new-found stealth
You don’t get it, you just don’t get it, you really really
Just don’t get it!
This isn’t imaginary, I can feel-
And the evidence is too many connected dots
So you must disregard
But does that make it wrong?
Or does that make it stronger?
How can hyper-vigilance not create a new-found order?
I found something in nothing
There’s always something in nothing
That’s where something stems from
And every light is going green.
Dormant Dominance
Of course, I couldn’t understand
Their fear, intimidation.
I’m all eyes and all ears.
The too close for comfort look which takes only
A split second,
To see through to what is real
And to know what is fake.
Stood in the face of emotional honesty
I have never felt that it frightens me.
What’s in the eighth house?
It’s not even funny,
I look through plutonic hollows,
Dive into black holes.
Krishna,
The window of the night sky
Is the window to my soul.
Hey, Jay!
What the fuck Jay?
You can’t just run away,
Disappearing down a dark alleyway.
What could you possibly think I would say
That could actually harm you in any substantial way?
I don’t know Jay, what do you think?
Could I really be on the brink of insanity?
Don’t answer me.
Wandering around listlessly.
Listen Jay,
Some have claimed sightings of me!
Sitting alone, drinking coffee.
What does discernment reveal?
Sometimes loneliness is the best way to heal.
Not romantic tragedy,
I’m really OK.
Stop being so afraid, extend some sympathy today.
Come on Jay, I gave you a chance.
Every action I take is not plagued by romance.
I see other people and they look fine,
Laughing aloud, drinking glasses of wine.
Look beyond envy, look beyond fear
The chain of events is really quite clear.
That was a cycle,
Now let us regard
The fact that after that
Comes the brutish discard.
Am I scary Jay?
Got that bitch-face look.
I’m terribly sorry,
It was my reputation they took.
I know that’s what you see,
Your own perception of fragmented little me.
But this is the real deal:
I don’t care, I don’t feel
The judgement, I couldn’t care less
So there’s no need to hide from my embarrassed mess
Because I never did slip,
Not for one minute did I trip.
I never put stock in the words of haters,
Let them do the talking, I’m still miles ahead
Finishing the race
While shame rips them to shreds.