Eaten alive
By sticky mediocrity
Writing words that stumble
As clumsy sockless feet do
In too big unlaced shoes
-Common 1999
Candles breathing in their hate
Plastic happy dripping from my chin
Destiny reaks of scabbed up rape
Whispers out of mind and plight
Questions gooey as squashed bananas
Paperwork, ink wet with black ants sweat
You'd like to pop my helium brained head
And dine on my scubbed off skinless breasts
Dozing, dreaming in my sleepless bed
I'm drowning in my own Mao Tse Tung red
-Dream 03
My life
How little it
Tiny space of me
Even while I faff about
Blind little molecules on cue
Soul-Less and swimming stupid
Hurried like, kindness is irrelevant
Still always a grassy path ambush awaits
Nauseating, this gay mock drama for effect.
-Small 05