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alienation

they say that friends

are good, but all they

do is build up and hurt

i just don’t understand it

i guess i’m just another kid

with a spaced-out mind who

doesn’t belong to this planet.

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P.R. in the E.R.

Rejected, rejected
You’re never gonna be the one respected
Infected, infected
This is the way that every life is ended
No, no this life won’t swallow me whole…

~*~

Maybe I’m simply a rhetorical felony

An acrobat caught in dangling chains

A contraband of a misplaced memory

The redundant punishment to remain

A confrontation’s my personal disease

I have my cardiac arrest out on a lease

Treatment is the scalpel in the morgue

And I’ll be discharged on forms forged

Maybe I rigged the monitor for mortals

Blood doping and hoping for unreliable

Indistinct responses of epileptic arteries

Lapses and antacid are my only enemies.

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complications

lying is too

complicated

so let’s fuck

this shit up

i’d go for an

ordinary way

but where’s

the fun in that?

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Lost In Translation

I changed your mind
And ended up here
Through stained glass eyes
And colourful tears…

~*~

Charlotte, your smile is the cure to this world’s corrupted poison

Playacting a fun circus funambulist on the taut wire of the horizon

Watching bystanders afar mistake your firestorm hair for the sun

Coalescing tangerine bleeding in the sunset as you giggle and run

Verdigris eyes like gemstones strung in trinkets of shooting stars

In flora, fauna, radiation, biohazards, you’re the life birthed in a war

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Charlotte, solemnly count the myriad of scintillating jaded stars

Drop another missing wish in your drained aromatic perfume jar

Hazy reverie of the dusk falling fast like the lustrous tears you cry

Days twirling by rapidly like the icy sapphire pinwheels in your eyes

Ballgown of crystalline chandeliers piercing your blanched pale skin

Hair as fuliginous as deepest midnight, yet not darker than your sins

.

Charlotte, are you madly sickened by humanity’s posthumous maladies?

Fatigued of transgressions decimated, tired of your evanescing affinities

Wandering barefooted, castaway within an endless forest of barbed wires

Incarnadine-shaded shadows and lethality spreading quickly like wildfires

Blur of scathing thorns and roses, blades and blood, tantrums and taigas

Lead argentine in pupils, a milky film, akin to the scarcely-refulgent Luna

Chagrined howls resonating, pained tribulations bouncing off to nowhere

Bristling umber fur in wary alarm, not a single person would tread or dare

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Charlotte, is your cold heart simply too debilitated to even continue to beat?

In the fahrenheit of your tepid body no longer producing warmth and heat?

The breeze grooms your cobweb hair, periwinkle glances, sharp lightning

Gothic lolita skirt hiked around your sepulchral waist, frigid tranquillising

But those polychromatic butterfly wings will not be able to soar for long

And crumble to motheaten ashes as rain pours, petrichor your death song

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Charlotte, this newly-borne world is still quite juvenile, a universe fresh and young

So don’t waste your cavalier youth pausing, counting the fine rays of the glaring sun

Don’t rake the precipitating autumn leaves, lest you dance in the hurricane of burgundy

Fragile fallen foliage coloured like your amber eyes, that encase a frozen-over galaxy

Charlotte, your world’s revolving frenetically, like an uncontrollable carnival carousel

Reds and blues and horses and carriages, locked in a vertigo of a dizzying identity spell

Your lemonade locks billowing by the sea air, spinning deliriously until you feel unwell

Do you still even know who you are anymore Charlotte, or is my beloved angel hopelessly lost in hell?

~*~

Fine, maybe I’ll pretend right now
But I swear to god
I’m gonna change the world
And I promise you
Someday we’ll tell ourselves
Oh my god this is paradise…

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This Affair Is Not For The Fainthearted

I wouldn’t front the scene if you paid me 
I’m just the way that the doctor made me
On and on and on and on 
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door 
What’s life like, bleeding on the floor
The floor, the floor…

~*~

Your poets and criminals all dance in the same cell

Your mother’s eyes scream a silent prayer, can’t you tell?

You throttled the trigger, and emptied the hot lead chamber

And I’ll be your paper target, empty holes I’ll feel forever

.

They gave me ephedrine, fed me some tasteless medicine

Prescribed Abilify for the choir voices singing “Hallelujah!”

They dosed the offset, and I upped the convulsions

But don’t get a rosary yet, it’s just a side effect of prescriptions

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You be my violent opposition, I’ll be a perfect mute

We’re perfect for each other, recriminated and abused

Hatred for this mad world, hearts exploding like a bomb

Let’s flare and glare, we’re neverwhere, drenched in bevy scum

.

So taste my butane skin, and load the ammunition

We’ll conflagrate our black souls into incineration

I’ll expunge your wasted blood, all the roses you bled

We’ll march the cathedral halls until we’re dead, we’re dead

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Your apathy demands attention, alleviation you’ve aspired

You asked for a cure but all they gave are pills long expired

Hold on, hold on, maybe you’re just being badly neurotic

I must be going crazy, hell, why do I find that so romantic?

.

I’ll carry my mama on a gurney, into the deep forest since

Another contusion appears in my skin, a tally of all my sins

Shall we leave mother dearest to rot in the presence of wolves?

Should I be guilty? No, the law yells for me to absolve, absolve!

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And we’ll ride the metal hansoms on this corporate fairy tale

But darling, I fear they’ll dissent, and you’ll be caught in the gale

Divas and starlets and mobs of girls dressed all meretricious

Men in suits, cornpone a-holes, faulty visions with strabismus

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Come with me, we’ll infect all the sterile institutions in vile disparaging contritions

We’ll haunt the fallen graves in séances we frayed, won’t you accept my resignation

Don’t you worry, I’ll gladly be your widow honey, I’ll be your final lethal injection dose

This graceless romance is not for the squeamish, we all fall down in hell, and repose, repose!

~*~

So give me all your poison 
And give me all your pills 
And give me all your hopeless hearts 
And make me ill 
You’re running after something 
That you’ll never kill 
If this is what you want 
Then fire at will…

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Industrial Children

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city in a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we’ve been victimised…

~*~

Industrial child born on milk and silk and honey

Adding further to the growing population tally

Upended on West Street, tales you’ve been told

Dad’s headlines are bold, but your oatmeal is cold

.

High on lucky charms, bye mummy and daddy

The grass is green and atmosphere baked sunny

Ice cream skies topped with sweet cherry bombs

Love felt on bulletdrops falling on your thumbs

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After your late night shows and silver film reels

After your curious questions and political spiels

They tuck you in the bed with an open nightlight

Pray caution to monsters on your telly to fight

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Lullaby and goodnight, to the grey stars of smog

Sing along to my song and repeat the bass drop

Doodle stars and stripes, draw your glory wings

Write a poem of death and all the bad bad things

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Buy your perfect array of round candy stripes

Red on white pattern lush, like rotting parasites

Build your playhouse set of meanest machines

As you quench your thirst on cans of gasoline

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Playground games held on nuclear powerhouses

Nuclear family and suburban rats and mouses

Paper planes shot down by the airforce strike

On the mountain of rubble you can take a hike

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Taxes pay the price of freedom and sovereignty

Your balloons inflate and pop like the economy

Selling lemonade on a very busy cardboard street

As your competitors oblige your hapless defeat

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Play with your iPhones, take a funny old selfie

Candies you crush, and your bitcoins wealthy

Gratuitous sales, mix and match your parents

Hashtag social posts and comment your caren’ts

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Vote for democracy, take in their bland charm

Pigs festering noisily on a government farm

Kiss and tell, the check marks are welting red

Headless executions are good and all well-fed

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Pet show of snarling dogs and cheeseburger cats

Layers upon bulky layers of humanity’s putrid fat

Insanity is your most and only decent memory

The acceptable norms for this normal society

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Insalubrious snarks can taste so damned good

Like happy meals and creepy clown’s fast food

Virtual playmates will forever aid you, even daily

As company, so that you’re always never lonely

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Education, get your mind and body tossed about

Disappointment, and the teacher whacks you out

Counting numbers of casualties, learn vocabulary

Words get shorter with age, lexicon’s dictionary

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Learn your ABC’s to write horrible death threats

There’s a red light at the end fight, ready get set

Field trips to open massacres, see severed heads

Interview the victims who wish they were dead

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Arrested bumblings, itchy suits, young weddings

Obsolete sayings and fast-fading trendy clothings

Swim on saline, sip sodas that taste like chloride

The summer’s hot, El Niño strikes, grab your bike

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You only live once and die once, so take your pick

Hopscotch on minefields, break bones like sticks

Blow up like bombs on the longer Walmart queue

Run on sulphur streets and flower syringes’ hues

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Replace your baby dolls with actual baby blue

Your soldiers with guns also have all come true

Earth’s an oyster, you’re the pearl trapped inside

Knock against ivory walls yet it’s still shut tight

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But the little child won’t stay for long, innocence is never in fashion

Snuff out that childhood like your cigarette and let maturity festoon

Legally dumb, legally aged, legal legends, and legal lawsuits

Children grow up so fast, in order to escape this world’s vultures

.

Industrial child, conceived in a verdant world so rich and healthy

In an abundance of vicious violence and graphic images so wealthy

Industrial child, this is your own place, a personal golden revolution

Millennia of the ages they say, yet reality is a helpless problem with no solution.

~*~
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
I’ll give you something to cry about
St. Jimmy!

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