Submissions by Alastair (Alas...a tear)

Ah met em round Cocoon in a rusted burnt out old Chevy
Ah sat dim and down in the salon, sipped an ebony beer that was half a mile too heavy  
E rode in the driver seat carted along by six ancient mules
So ah sold em some tiger meat, ah told em it’ll put the kick straight back into hiss jewels
So e bent to kiss ma feet and said,
“Bliss was meant to flap and fleet”
But is just wiggled before it bled

And e tossed that old meat in the sun
And te ants had sex and had they fun

E said “Call me Crony Clit”
“Cos ah croons a bits” e grasped is heart...

The sign of light cast upon the sand, a sin lost down the passage of oblivion and obscurity
Masked saint like figures falling from the heavens, broken wings twisted and blood soaked
My own personal kingdom, ensured by the worship of grey shadows drawn in chalk and bone

In faith, in kingdoms of safety. It’s too late to find my castle
I sit on the fence biding my time, time pushes my perception
Perception guides my actions, my actions are frowned upon
Tall figure heads encircle me, they point their pointy fingers
They hold my gaze, though their eyes were gouged...