Forward Forward Forward.
All around as fast as a thousand muscle cars!
The noise,
how we were caught!
the endless noise.
How we thought,
a bench in a park,
stopped the noise from a factory,
endless noise, relentless,
We stopped time for a moment on that bench
if i had a millions millions i’d stumble with what to say. a million million words to pick, a million million ways to say. i wanted to tell you the million million ways, but on the first sylable i stutter and the right words they just fell away. if i could give you a million million perfect answers for you’re life then a million million yes’s for the ones i would. but my dear sweet nephew these are you’re million million words and they are you’res for just you to say.
I killed a man today.
In the name of dreams and childhood,
in the name of unaccountability.
Irresponsibility swung my aim.
I killed a man today.
I killed him.
Dead.
I killed a man today.
I was sure he died.
He rose again.
Unaccountability, irresponsibility.
They were not his cause.
This risen corpse baffles me with his unsaid words.
I killed a man today.
I smashed a bottle on head,
and missed the booze i spilt.
I carved a hole into his knee and burnt that hole closed.
He never whimpered,
he never said a word.
He nodded that i continue,
so he could have his word.
I killed a man today.
I was sure that he was dead.
This man he will not die on me,
because of this he said.
I have shot him in the head,
i have bottled him,
i have cut and burnt him,
and told him such untruths.
I wanted to make this man cry.
I have tried so hard to make this man die.
I killed a man today,
i have done all of the above.
He does not utter a word this man.
He sits and stares at me.
I killed a man today,
and i am sad that he is gone,
my torture was to no avail.
His words now gone.
Those words he never uttered they were the key.
I killed a man today.
And that man was me.
You cried.
it was not the violence.
it was something else.
That day.
you left, i returned!
i cried for hours in the hallway.
i phoned, you spoke.
we were lost you and I
I have been drunk so many times.
these flashing lights inside my head,
august is burning.
flames licking,
an opposite.
inside my head.
this isn’t mine.
i find much comfort from these few lines
‘i being poor have only my dreams.
i have spread my dreams beneath you’re feet.
Tread carefully because you tread on my dreams…
i may have got it wrong.
its a masterful force.
Theres a brilliance in alcohol,
and a chaos,
waiting at the bottom of the bottle.
We rushed,
you and I,
headlong, don’t look back.
incase the tree once bronzed and yellow, is bare broken.
we rushed ……oh how we rushed.
its a blur,
we took what we could. you and I
i set fire to the rest…..
we wanted the willows…. the winter,
the summer was to be sour,
how we rushed.
How much of human life is left in wait?
Forward……Forward….Forward…………….
how we rush,
as if this what what we wished,
instead we rush.
unthinkingly the ink sears on my flesh.
as we rushed past, intoxicating……….
i wanted to stay there for a while.
Blind,bound.
not to see
