You're only a week away
from healing
EMDR, MDMA
Lawson's egg sandwich
Meet the magical shining one
on a moonlit path
Or schedule session
with succubus
DBT, RICE
go and see your friends down under
Steroids and sunlight
hydration electrolytes
Take baby steps
to the moon and back
You're only ever
a week away
Jake was all guys we're inviting everyone
we want them to know you're our special guests
and if we can't celebrate our English friends
what's the point of living
in this New Jersey shithole
or anything really, of course
most of them wont come cos we're too far
out
But they came, many of them came and
nine out of ten were dudes, guys but
whatever Let's play the Smiths that's what
you guys like right, we just want to
make you feel welcome
QUARTERS
This is the life you like this life
Do you know the Queen I'm just kidding
Football soccer pavement sidewalk
You're gonna see your girl in DC
SLAMMERS
Martha was so kind to me
leant me a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt
I never wanted to take off
A mournful air
approaches down the car
a gentle harmonica refrain redolent
of Larry Adler (one
for the teenagers) here
he comes now; sparse of hair
lean and unhoused
occasional hopeful stops
with a proffered cap (trad arr)
do you know Midnight Cowboy?
Next day different train
here comes another one
'Excuse me ladies and gentlemen... '
now I can't get over his height
and it doesn't seem right for
a young and on the face of it
athletic 6'5" guy to be begging
I must interrogate my prejudices
And here something something
about the times we live in
Twirly
say what
too early
What's that hum
a hovering, pitch drone
like one of those red 55s
louder now, peek
through nets - a heli
right o/s my window
at least 15% awake
pll bck, n tme fr vwls
fk thy wnt frm m
Suddenly wide awow
we're not walking hand in hand by the river any more
I promised to send you the picnic pictures
will there be a knock on the door
yes there's the knock on the door
Those kids the
garage kids who're
always squawking
now it's just jim jam
what does that-
The knocks on the door fade
the kids louder fainter yim yam
The fog recedes, I'm up to 40%
VITAM MORTIUS REDDO
Come on man
chant them down
babylon chase them
ancient ones away
I couldn't say I wasn't warned
'I did warn you' she liked to say
with a caveat emptor shrug
Not to stand too close to the fire
least of all to dive headfirst
into the flames
But the time comes in a man's life
when he has a choice to make
Enjoy the fireworks at a safe distance
or douse himself in alcohol and
run around with a burning
rag yelling
'This is what I've been waiting for'
Back in the old rat catching days
we'd pop their heads with our lead shots
send the robodogs out later
bonus payout for every thousand tails
Each busted melon a satisfying pop
each final squeal a delight
a giddy rush of gunfire and mayhem
Not all of us born to it
the dropout rate was high
but I never felt higher
than when the first signal was given
We'd sit around the oil barrels burning
sucking on the rations
faces a fetching blend
of sweat, smoke and juice
Never had much to say but
we knew in our hearts our team was on
the right side of history
With all this talk of blockades
and the barbican
And amid my spiritual
starvation
I nightnod to daydream
of a silent slink
through the postern gate
Where I'd evaporate
into another life
Take a chance
on the roll of any die
