Raw honesty..

The Crack Pipe And The Bong

Hey
Wilko mate
you want a pipe?
well being a sociable
occasion
and all, how could
I say no..

Lets have a bong
Adelaide's finest bud
direct to you
pipe for pipe here we go
lost, feels like Saturday
eleven pm..when in fact
according to reality
Sunday seven pm..

Crack pipe bong sing this song
Benjamin button days
back towards
Saturday eleven ten
feeling a drifter, shape shifter
modern families
"I can make you whole again"
Here we are
our own realities
The Crack Pipe And The Bong..

“You Go First (Tough Guy)”
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Big talkers,
I’m gonna do this,
I’m gonna do that,
make all of them pay
in spades,
big time.
They’ve done this,
they’ve done that,
playing blame-game
twenty-four-seven,
fuck Heaven,
fuck Hell,
it ain’t working.
As if elusive places
can help me save face.
Really people,
my thoughts
and
my words
can actually
soothe my angry-soul.
So, what’s it going to be?
My violent-action,
their violent-reaction,
a bit of introspection,
a lot of insurrection,
a critical-mass
infection.
You go first,
I’ll do the rest,
I’m such a tough guy,
go ahead.

Burlesque ribbons
sense of cheating.

Parisienne air
streetlights filled with wine
slip suspenders to my thighs.

Make me an object
of inconsistency.

Grab my neck
and indent my skin

I don't want to feel loved.

I want cane marks on my back
with your blood in my nails
seeing red
only red

four poster lust
choking on fine lace garters
then just hair

there's pain in thin air.

Needle marks between my toes
like an oil painting
Dorian Grey
breath is dimmer
pulse psychopathic.

The cigarette burn on my cheek
makes living
an entity
I can feel
briefly.