I’m that once-a-month bleeding bitch
seeing people vanishing / just melting on the street
as if they had no hands / or lower jaw
just barely-moving meat / and nothing fucking more
see the direction lines are moving in?
abandoned bodies thrown down trembling
considering life one big zero / consider this:
new diseases on the way / more and more every day
half a ton of guts ballooning out and viewed close up
bodies banked and waiting / leaking pus and pain
here comes a candle / to light you to your bed
here comes a chopper / to rob you of your head
just in time for a slap-up fucking decline
and the pendulum mind swinging back again
I’m that every day fucking seer
of the open legs / and wet bed smear
chomping my jaw like i’m on ecstasy
hanging from the highest hell or
speaking openly of a body that fails
capable of rejection & morbid contradiction
and it’s my delight on a starless night to bomb the bourgeoisie
or be vacuous / cunt-faced / chewed apart by sadness
trainee care programme hopeful / dishevelled and fumbling
fearing fucking up on the first day but staying / anyway
I’m that once-in-a-lifetime actor locked in position
endless repetitions of yellowed teeth and the bones beneath
fucking slag bastards eugenics and race science
bulldozed violence against the women and the land
rule no.1
pin him high and spread him wide
rule no.2
shoot all the people in a single line
rule no.3
when or where / i don’t care
rule no.4: suck out the brains / bury the remains
pain so bad / get out of bed / and start walking into walls
bedtime neurology / numerology / raising the count
or the dead / not even a fucking number any more
done for credit card fraud
and angel dusting holes in time
that’s me / skinny / empty
hands held out
pride in pulling off small scams
all gone
all gone
learn to forget
the stats on infinity
and bargain bin
false conformity
up four flights of dirty stairs
no soap no towels
cope the best you can / aware
of the bored stiff rich men
daydreamers of fingers and tongues
and business is business but you gotta be an actress
sincerely believing
that everybody’s broken / and everybody suffered
and if you can’t / fake it / tape your mouth shut
or fuck it / and quit / checking doors over and over
adding up the cost
of all that’s been lost
the lifelong con / tear it out by the fucking root
faded and useless
the everlasting in bright disorder
sweet sweet honey / on the razor’s edge
baby mouths all coloured / permanent red
leave the taps running and the floorboards give way
dumbstruck like butchers sons / groping for lungs
or jolly Jack Ketch / left alone in a keep
hacking blindly / at sentries in their sleep
left is right and up is down
and outside the town
the hares gorge on guts and hunt with drums
