Hat e

I thought  to try
this powerful
Cheap as life
little old drug

Called hate

Well it wasn’t hard
To find
The inconspicuous
Tinnie house
with high stakes

Arms crossed
Back to me
I could see
his growling
bull dog face
guarding his patch
Behind his captains
barred barbed wired

The userdealer
said its safe
It doesn’t require
a syringe or tab

Just swallow
a little life
Then wait

you’ll feel
The hate kick

But I got a bad

It was CRap

I just felt


©bg 2016

Can you Close the bloody door

I can’t feel the hurt anymore
Can you Close the bloody door
I’m an addict dying within the floor
Can you Close the bloody door

Sweet Dreams I’m breathing stained splinters in and out
Seems I’m still fighting fates lies just a little itty bit more
Seems about dying I’ve still got some timely invented doubt
Sweet golden rum and whores will keep me in this twisted war

This rock of toil and aborted miracles sure can deceive
Such blissful pain is so oh fucking tempting to endure
This place is no wonderland unless you are plain naive
Yes it’s been great at times when shit has taken a detour

I can’t feel the hurt anymore
Can you Close the bloody door
I’m an addict dying within the floor
Can you Close the bloody door

I am the monster that will ever be reformed into Clay
Guess I have an excessively unusual knowing of my form
While others believe in their devine humanity of self decay
While Dehumanising all others who simply won’t conform

They’ll kill us one by one cause to them we’re just sick dogs
Well it won’t hurt me a bit cause I’ve been immunised by pills
They’ll grind us up through their bureaucratic industrial cogs
Sure I wasn’t as well created but my departure won’t cure what ills
Yet I won’t feel hurt as long as down my throat a rum bottle spills

I can’t feel the hurt anymore
Can you Close the bloody door
I’m an addict dying within the floor
Can you Close the bloody door

©bg 2016

the lost covenant

Once we lived in a rainless blood drop immortal day
beyond the hills of youth we heard Saturn bay
we made a covenant like we were wounded gods
war over we lay down our thunder and lightning rods

i gathered you into my arms as if you were my sky
your mouth clung  to mine as our hearts did fly
as if my pale glowing surface was the very moon
deeply entranced in a erotic celestial esoteric

we had no idea that Saturn had released his goon
as we fell into the nurturing earth like it was our bed
your purity blessed me and turned the earth mars red

our passion scented sweat melted our skins together
thus from ignorant innocence we as one lost the tether   
becoming tangled like Gods weeds to inherit the earth
from the hills the thunder chortling  of Saturn’s mirth

but we paid the thunder and voyeur goon no mind
to the mortality of love we were justly blind
for i was then a immortal trashcan bard
and you the everlasting princess cups card

over the interference of Saturn’s goon
we lost the ability to discern our divine tune
till we exhausted our loves youth
chasing our tangled notes of truth

like tumbleweed kisses through our ghost towns main street
naked but for our shared tattered and soiled roman toga sheet
till the goon sheriff  escorted us to the towns limit
for the final scene of the bard and his princess starlet
as the eternal flame gathered its embers to fly away
i grabbed one last time your hand to in love flay
i plunged its dagger shadowy form deep down
into the inferno of my heart to kill the bard clown
then i released you like a phoenix into the sky
before i couldn’t hide the blood tears i cry

Now the prune goons of Saturn govern my wastelands
like vampires drinking my tears i feed into their static sands. 

© bg 2011

Flight into Darkness

i have wept secrets like black gold
into the seven deadly seas
i have seen the giant black demon moths
fall upon the sun
my urine has fallen and spread
to poison the roots of mighty trees
i reaped the tongues
from those that heard the truth been spun
i built my castle walls
with the mortar of my seed
i dug a moat round my castle
filling it with sun shine
after a million dawns
it became stagnant like rotting mead
when drunk it left you as hungry
as wishing well dark matter brine
yet strangely i know all things yet unborn
into the bosom of eternity
i hunted in my evergreen forest
the unicorns into annihilation
yet the dead still refuse me access
into their privileged fraternity
so i strung cupids bow
so he could smote the universe of creation
yet still the four horsemen cower
attacking from within the stable
while new stars are sent to mock
the waning twinkling in my eyes

neither mountains nor oceans will help
protect my feast laid table
from the minions that escaped Eden with the truth
then filled the id with lies
that wash my feet as i carry a ladder
across the flooded earths crust
to the cliff that was carved by lightning
into the shape of a cloud
before i could climb the ladder to the top
of the cloud that rains dust
a creature rose from the waters
unfolding flaming wings
and crowing loud as a bell
its furious din turning the stillness of the air
into a maddening wind
that smashed me like a wave
onto the rocks below the floating cliff
where i laid
like a broken and abandoned wooden goblet and pined

for a time when i sailed the ethereal
as captain of my own skiff
before discovering the trouble with history
is you don’t know the ending
i sailed my skiff to an island
following the zest of its consciousness
when i got there i found
there was no mountain to begin ascending
so i built my own one step after another
till into the temple i did transgress
inside i met a merchant of wine and whores
with mad syphilis eyes attending
the row of seven burning bushes lined up along the altar
like junkies with cravings
a scribe sat at the altar dipping glowing twigs
from the bushes into his pus filled eyes
then he would use the twig
to write down what he saw
on silver mirror shavings
while the merchant fed the consuming bushes
wine,flesh and the music of orgasmic cries

a seraphim
floating in orbit around the altar
saw me and the temple echoed her word
with a look of anguish on her face
she clawed open her bronze skinned chest plate
reaching inside
she pulled out a  heart shaped hour glass
part filled with pink grains of pepper
she flipped the hour glasses over
as the peppers began to tumble
reality did relate
the temple began to crumble around me
one grain at every eighth heart beat
that thundered like a bull
from a distance within the altar
fearing i might also crumble to dust
if i stayed within the temples four walls
i fled leaping down the stairs
a naked flightless man in full decent
who in cowardly shame
commanded darkness
to illume the world
thus losing
the skiff anchored
to the moon

©bg 2011

do da day

in the do da day i see the juice of night leak in
the sun glow no more than a clouded moons
so i pull on my musky bear skin coat 
eat sour honey and hum sad croons
while popping storm clouds 
that are held above me like balloons
by demented tobacco chewing clowns 
that use my fungi phone ears as spittoons 

i’ll find no comfort in my overcrowded bed 
where I’m forked by fake silver spoons
i watch the insincere monopoly financiers 
pay black fat cheshire cat platoons 
to go and kill my purty little birds of joy 
that flock and bred in the ids Lagoons

i have grown exhausted with these Arabian nights 
of trying to conquer the summits of sand dunes 
while been buried in an avalanche every do da day
because of the noise from the troop of flying moth baboons 
that ride on my light back to met Doctor Livingston i presume 
but all we encounter are the wizard of oz goons 
I find in the bottom of the genie bottles i buy 
from the zoo keepers of the titanic saloons 
that sink like a melting witch when i cut loose 
the big red get me out of here shoe platoons 
because i think i’ve got all my black cats by the tail 
and enough rain buckets to contain all monsoons
that fall like seasonal childhood bullies sticks and words 
on the playground in the middle of the afternoons 

i try hard to rendezvous with the rescue whale fleet
only to find my salvation floating dead full of harpoons
and my sparkling clear day blue sea of eyes 
are the color of the excreted juice of prunes 
so i spin and spin my vortex of runny green snot 
to trap the spiders on my ceiling in cocoons 
in the delusion they’ll hatch as purty birds of joy
to wake me from my dark day with happy tunes

© bg 2012