1979

I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed coke
The monster
My head and neck connected by a rope
Trying to hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
Chewed to form my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes I don't need to spell it out
You can see it
How I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up
Turned myself round from the cliff's edge
And staggered home like a misled pisshead
And put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath of fresh den
Now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
Our bare flesh exposed to the cancerous light
Like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous
I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chat
Snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter
And wait for the summer madness

Call me the dirty stot howl
Foetus on the couch
Stout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouth
Forever drowning my pain in the pleasant sound
Of whispered words and rainfall on level ground
Gagged and bound with no hope of getting out
Save the secrets and lies I'm trying to settle down
But like the weather now
I'm unpredictable
My hate's bitter but my love's unconditional
Living in this digital age
These are strange days
My rage tamed
And freed on the same page
I make waves
Till I wash away the refuse
God of the sea
These are the eight moons of Neptune
I make moves to refuse
But don't sleep
And walk the streets with a rose in my teeth
And a bittersweet song in my heart
I take heavy steps
The hard headed vet climbs his own Everest
So till the very end
I won't ever rest
I'll serenade my angel with every breath
God sends
In remembrance of lost friends
Whenever my top ten drops
I know what went on then
Provokes me to focus ahead
Close my eyes and get close to the dead
I'm the ghost that begs to be released from limbo
Between two worlds like the thief at the window