Wish

Lately I wish I were a lot of things I ain't;

a successful sinner so sly he's made a saint,

a daredevil assassin leaving calling cards in paint,

I'll wish harder than a priest

by Bog i'll hold my breath until I faint.

Goodmorning

Maybe you can owe me? maybe i'm too tired

who'd of thought you'd tow me so far past the line

you're growing little cancers in petri dishes all across the town

you don't even know it yet.

You're throwing little tantrums in synchronized fashion;

two people goading each others veins full of happiness

i'll sift out the sediment of your regret tomorrow

a hot cup of coffee and a soft voice sweetly lying.

Next to you, its nothing, its empty, its broken.

Inspiration

So am resigned to circle the drain, in a state of rose tinted delusion

collecting the dust, between the black and white keys,

searching for inspiration in the dead thoughts of my betters.

Pealing gold foil from the letters and halo's of saints.

One eye blind from squinting, through the cracks around doors,

from peering through keys holes and pin hole cameras,

trying to see the whole big picture in one chamber,

When the beauty is in the whole lot of them singing together.

Freshers Week

chuck up that pig skin I just wanna roast,

shirtless and shiny in the hot sun

temple heart bleeding out heat

make the day a slab of meat and strap it to my back

i'll drudge around with it weighing heavy tomorrow

but today

i'll laugh it off as a heavy head

i'll gurgle this happy mouthful

i'll spit blood on the polished wooden floors

i'll skate around in red arcs until i slip or pass out