i lie in a field and speak to god/godot about the

click clack asphyxiation cut throat cash flow

scarlet shame when each day dark side death

shadows and suicide note sunbeams wish wash

over my face paint hope and hatred i fly i lie i

cry hoarse please get me off this shit shot fucked

up ball of spinning hatred and insanity fuelled by

turpentine dreams and fat cat green chasing rapists

who unpick the seams of leather bound nightmares

with his story told by a million screaming children

coated black ash tar pit bones of ancient beings

ground down to memory  found to replicate the

mistakes made by our mothers picking apples and

stitches while we fawn over child porn and vapidity

 

caustic he screams at my psilocybin kid thoughts

light bulb notions fold me in two as weeping

earth washes away the nicotine stain burnt hair

smell of monopoly and biology, a dichotomy of

rotting leaves and linoleum garbage smoke then

skeletal trees punch forth from ashen lands reek

of he and thee no fear for life no fear for him

just pity and third reich leather belt strapped

tight around the arm of gaia spat on shot up with

fifty seven varieties of special sauce.

 

clouds of burnt flesh cherish the choice of one

last night as the penumbra of god/godot casts half cut

chain shots across my tallow skin silken fog forces

me to my knees before tightrope holocaust cancer

ward despair fucks deep his might strikes the chord

flies the flag while we hunt for opals in the dusk

of time and then the clock strikes and i wake.