kissing my one true love adiue

well i got me a woman who done gone disappeared
i went to find her in a wreck that just won’t change gear
broke down just a little before the lights turned salt eyed red
i gotta know babe why didn’t you stay in our cold cold bed
you gotta tell me before i unload this gun full of cold cold lead

i know i’d come home drunk and stinking of rum and you’d spew
i know you’d scream at me that i loved the bottle more than you
and you know i’d always swear to ya that, that just wasn’t true
but i know when you saw my lips kissing the bottle’s you knew
i guess i lied to your face cause i’d hate to see your eyes turn blue

well i gotta say my love gave me some kind of lost direction
i’m just stroking this gun thinking bout natural selection
raindogs have pews and you always called them curbs of reflection
well i’m sitting on one now waiting for a taxi back to my past
cause i know a road ahead without my love will leave the past unsurpassed

i woke up this morning with her back in my old unmade bed
my shrivelled purpled heart looking at her as if she were dead
she asked me if i brought her Flowers,i shook my guilt hung head
i could tell her the truth because she’d already turned a drowned blue
waiting for my parched lips that were still trying to kiss my one true love adiue

© bg 2013

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Jesus Has Been Staying With Me

my arm pushes away the sun

a zombies arm
unshaved
unwashed
unclean

the fresh dawn dew
glistens
in
the presence
of
the morning stars
light
sight

i rise
a mound
of
withering
wormy
clay flesh
into
the tomb
resurrected

stumbling
staggering
about
the bottle
grave yard
moaning
for
strong
black coffee
to soak
my
brains in

by
early afternoon
my
rough dry
tongue
has caught
some
refreshment
from
the red acid
raindrops
falling
from
bottle shaped
dark green
clouds

unbeknownst
number
causes
cell bells
to
clang mercilessly
for
my soul
when
they stop
an
angels voice
speaks
about
Vietnamese food
and
ten pin bowling

later on
when
we met
my
angel seems relieved
i’ve
showered and shaved
this
time

we
lick each other’s
excited
wagging tongues
in
a soul mating
greeting

we eat
then
we go bowling

i
bowl over pins
like
i’m a
bouncer
knocking drunks
at
a bar
into
the gutter
while
trying to work
out
the angle
to
get the splits
on
angels divine
pins

problem solved
angel
wants to see
my
tomb

Pythagoras be damned
no
need to wait
for
my cock
to
crow thrice
i’ll
never deny
my
lucky god head

i
heroically roll
the
stone back
to
let her in
to
my tomb

angel
says
“i see you like your wine”
while
looking aghast
at
the low-lying
dark
green clouds
covering
the
peaks of the floor

i
suggest
a
quick game
of
spin the bottle
as
i explain the clouds
were
only fill of water
vapours

my
angel
a
skilled
meteorologist
sniffs
loudly
at
an empty
cloud
causing
an
affront
to
her nose’s
good sense’s

i
subsequently confess
to
my angel
that
Jesus
has
been staying
with
me

“yeah right”
she sighs
in
righteous disbelief
before
flying off
into
an avenging angel
that
summons
me to
take her home
then
informs me
too
go promptly
back
to hell

when
i get back
a
sheepish Jesus
appears
to me

i say
“what the hell dude”

jesus
spreads his arms out
crucifixion style
and
says

“my bad bud”

i
pick up
a
vertical
green cloud
that
is still floating
upright
over
my tombs
terrain
and
i takes a long swig
of
forgiveness
only
because

greek zombie Messiah’s

turn
water
into
the
best bloody wine

© bg 2012

 

 

this hole i ladle

the sky’s as muddy as this hole i ladle
i ain’t seen the sunshine since leaving the cradle
yeah
that’s when i started digging me a deep hole
yeah
i been a long time a travelling
yeah
i been a long time a travelling
just to lay down this heavy burdensome soul
yeah
i’ll just lay it down at the bottom of this hole

i guess folks you’re wondering how i survived
i gotta tell you deep in this here empty world
certain creatures exist and they have thrived
right under your feet their will has unfurled
yeah
their will has unfurled

now depending what you’re prepared to swallow
in what kind of muck your prepared to wallow
there’ll be parasites that’ll find their way in
yeah
parasites they’ll find a way in
in through your moulded pores clay thin skin

they’ll manipulate your feeble ego mind
make you believe you’re fulfilled and plucky
but in time you’ll get to feeling undefined
so you’ll use a junkie hoe and feel you got lucky
yeah
you’ll feel like you got lucky

cause you’d found some lost eves spread out bones
whose rancid flesh clings to your rhythmic groans
whose bones you’ll keep gnawing on down to their sweet marrow
yeah
down to their sweet marrow
then self-satisfied you’ll discard her on the morrow

the sky’s as muddy as this hole i ladle
i ain’t seen the sunshine since leaving the cradle
yeah
that’s when i started digging me a deep hole
yeah
i been a long time a travelling
yeah
i been a long time a travelling
just to lay down this heavy burdensome soul
yeah
i’ll just lay it down at the bottom of this hole

many leagues down a longing twisted me around
i began a tunnelling to take me towards the light
only Pythagoras was just as acute as he was profound
a million dreams of stars shepherded my downward flight
yeah
stars shepherded my downward flight

i learnt to feed my enemies dust, my friends sacred blood
if you know gods,you know a drought is just as deadly as a flood
there’s no forks in the road when all holes go south
there’s no trusting a man who listens to words from a gods mouth
yeah
who listens to words from a gods mouth

after weighing my soul on a gallows constructed from bones i picked
I joined Woden and his raindogs hunting down the Interloper
we chased him through rabbit holes as Wodens heart mocked and ticked
we shuffled the earth to let fools and jokers play poker
yeah
to let fools and jokers play poker

i found the Messiah seeking salvation behind a boulder
i collected my chips and threw the Messiah over my shoulder
then i took out my ladle and i kept on digging till i hit rock bottom
yeah
i kept on digging till i hit rock bottom

yeah
just to lay down this heavy burdensome soul

the sky’s as muddy as this hole i ladle
i ain’t seen the sunshine since leaving the cradle
yeah
that’s when i started digging me a deep hole
yeah
i been a long time a travelling
yeah
i been a long time a travelling
just to lay down this heavy burdensome soul
yeah
i just left my soul face down at the bottom of this hole
where from the cradle the sky’s as muddy as the
bottom of ones hole
yeah
where from the cradle the sky’s as muddy as the
bottom of ones hole

© bg 2017

cupids shovel

did we pretend to connect in Meadows
imagine the naked engulfing flame
dancing with our bonded flickering shadows
where there are no more gods to blame

or while our eyes were closed in praise
did the rain fall drowning our living star
so we’d slip and slide into these dark days
where sacrifices never change who we are

cause cupids build cathedrals of doubt
and those industrial fear factories sprout
polluting dreamland landscapes all about
where lonely aching hearts go to bleed out
after cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with putrefied dirt
when cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with putrefied dirt

did we blissfully ignore the fact all things end
why weren’t we taught resurrection was a myth
that times moonshine is not the elixir to mend
in a garden of wilting roses truth is the scythe

scientists rejoice when they see a dying star
yet we never had seeds of suicide in our heart
we believed we’d survive our conjoined scars
yet two darken celestial bodies are drifting apart

cause cupids build cathedrals of doubt
and those industrial fear factories sprout
polluting dreamland landscapes all about
where lonely aching hearts go to bleed out
after cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with the blacken earth
when cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with the blacken earth

© bg 2017

the drowning pool

the lighthouse doesn’t exists in the emptiness
so the jagged tooth rocks can’t be seen
beneath the current sticky bloodied darkness
where the voids poison eats away one’s ship’s spleen

one’s lungs are full of the voids foul gas
a buoyant heart no longer keeps one’s ship afloat
cause breathing has corroded away one’s mass
while the perps preached scriptures as the antidote

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a veins about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

morbid Angels breaths fatten ones blacken sails
cannibal corpses feast on one’s ships salted bane
screams behind the shadows guided the forged nails
the land of no return lost under twelve days of rain

a storm of unstoppable burning flaming acid rain
eats the bedeviled flesh of ones fatten sails away
ones ship is rudderless for it’s the scythe parting one’s vein
bleeding one into the bloodied darkness to escape
ones decay

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a vein about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

smokey tendrils coil from ones dried rolled paper-thin tongue
ones resin memories are ground into fuel for the beast
dragged down into the cancerous bloating of the voids lung
ones residue absorbed to block the light from uncovering the feast

the suspended one has a vivid dream of the immortal dead rising
while black dogs tear the reflective moons breasts to bloody pieces
the craters of the moon are filled with grief from
one’s own eyes uprising
while the black dogs devouring feral reflective hunger
never ceases

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a vein about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

         © bg 2017

 

gurney racing

you’re a suitcase pilot
beer goggles
bulging
out your bloodshot eyes

as you sits

strapped down

on a racing
bronze gurney

speeding down a corridor
swish swish
smashing
crashing
through glass panes
of
blinding splinted light
separated
only by
the sticky gooey emptiness
of chaos
which
smells of blue cheese

between
ragged exhausted breaths
rum shots
and
strong coffee
you gets over
the
Finish tape
that
always
trips
another gurney race
to start
as it rains
toe tag filled
fortune cookies

exhausted

the continuous

insomniac race’s 

feel rigged

lost already

even
as
onwards
one races
while
crowds of portraits
cheer you on
with their silent stares
the
wreaths of flowers
framing
their let down
party balloon
faces
blooming
with
helium filled maggots

inside
you’re so constipated
with lies
old faded costumes

myths

all 
tied up in knot
twisted
intestines
that
you just fill with
shitty
memorabilia
from
earlier races
triumphs
that one can’t
dump

victories
you only remember
in eye watering
smelly
sticky
poisonous
gas
bubbles
escaping
your
gimp mask zipper

the pasts
balled up
winning grundies
old manky
sweat stains
have taken on
the rank smell
of
formaldehyde
while tumors
fill the
space
you’d left
for your next
races
trophies

the gurney
clatter’s
and
rattles
bouncing
down stairs
one
never evolved
to climb

yet
one last
resilient thought
exist

one
was only
ever forged
upon the gurney
to ride
down
life’s collapsing
falling
sky scrapers
puerile
propaganda tagged
spored
corridors

as a sacrifice

hell
another finish line
approaches
one can hear
the almighty roar
of
the crowd
one
can feel their heated
breath
leap out

flames from a furnace

cracking
ones
leather casing
heroically
vainly
onwards
towards
the
gates
off
the
screaming
groaning
suffering
bowels
of
Tartarus

©bg 2017

lost within

Relegate
those wretched thoughts
That so torment
my mind
With Angry images
That germinate
As gorse
across a pristine
Panoramic view
Till their thorns
tattoo
bleeding Misery
into my eyes

I turn in blind panic
fleeing
To the past
To recall
fleeting visions
Of days
soaked in tranquillity
But
the flooded lands
are
quickly
trickerly
abandoned
in an
ecoerrlogical
ark
of transgressional ages

containing

present bred  
hell bent
emotions

Their attack
so insistently​ sadistic
My line
of defence
is shredded

My diaper guts
are
hung out to dry
and
CRACK
by
an old
demonic
washer woman

my memories
unwashed
and
soiled
then hang
On the broken
defence line
As the
miscreants of anxiety
continue
Their
undigestable

stomach turning 
unabated march
to
unbridled success
On
carnivorous
wormy steeds
through
my
spaghetti twisted
intestines
highway
to my
kingdoms capitalized
ANX

these unbridled 

demonic miscreants
Quash
my benevolent
blind knights
against
their
blistered and stained
mirror
shield walls
where
In
desperation to survive
i
assimilate
what
I awe

To endure

This tyranny

of
deformed figure heads
propergating
my picture 
frames

i de-evolve
into
what i begun
in
the dark
before
i was induced
into
the transcending
fractured
light

©bg 2010

Autumn in the jungle

i’d hear the guitar strumming along
to the apes gravel sorrowful woes
i knew he sung for the old cabbage devil
drunk moon whiskey and pimped his hoes

i wasnt there when the ape finally fell
i always thought he’d evolve wings
but where he fell there wasn’t any snow
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings

some friends you meet down in the hole
but they stay behind in wonderland
now and then those memories needle you
like
the night the white bitch bit the apes hand

i wasnt there when the ape finally fell
i always thought he’d evolve wings
but where he fell there wasn’t any snow
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings

i watched him carve nightmares into fallen trees
that ape he was plagued by demonic circus fleas
last i heard he’d gone south in a puff of rumor
his blood escaped down the grates of a sewer

i wasnt there when the ape finally fell
i always thought he’d evolve wings
but where he fell there wasn’t any snow
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings
when the puppeteer cut his Tangled strings

©bg 2017