Mr Bartender

i slides on upto the bar

i hails the bartender
like he’s a taxi
with his
sun brightish
yellow suit
and his
black rubberish boots

where are you heading tonight
says mr bartender

straight intwooos a bottle of rum
i slurish
i blurish

i starts
a knocking
back the bottle
i’m blessed with
by
mr bartender

shot after shot

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i slurs

hey mr bartender
i’m
gonnaaaa hits
yous
yous
yous
yous
with
razooors and eraserrrrrs

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i slursish

letus tell yous
my
Dionysus
behind the altar
which

naaah which
not witch
hehehe
who’s counting

AT which
mere mortals falter
by been
truly devoted

yous and meees knows
for
this here drunkard
sooo sooo
many of my lovers
have had
remedial tracks

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

damn it man

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i tried i cried
i tried i tired
i got fried
chicken
to go
sooo sooo

hard

to save them
yet
my attempts
were
as pathetic
as any
zealots cosmetic
make over

YEAH YEAH

oh lordie lordie
yes
your present company
excluded
or
deluded
certainly not
included

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

hell
let’s face it
lets sale it
i did it all
at the
spectators ball
for i was
my egos thrall

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

don’t
you think
Dionysus
Gods
should know
their ego
tantrums
and
curse’s given
can’t be
insured for
geesuswizz

whaada crap
mooosic
yous playing

ahh wheres am i

yes yes
their
collateral damage
is
the only true evil
for
it is a cannibalism
it is a fatalism
it is a nihilism

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

anyways
Gods
are
Sods
they’re all bulimic
regurgitating
purgitating
a son
to
eclipse them
partially
or
totally

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

shucks

i need
to be
muthered
by
another
bottle of rum
mr bartender

thanks yous

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

kingdoms come
and
kingdoms go
gods
are such
capitalists
immoralists
they
tears thems downs
or
let thems drowns
even
the peasants
who
have the audacity
to dream
in
technicolor
have to pay perview
their
visions
their
decisions
with their
souls
enthrallment
resettlement
immortlement

oh lordie lordie
yes
your present company
excluded
or
deluded
certainly not
included

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

now that’ll
gets themmms
raised up
into their
desports
approval ratings
around
his
oval table
wheres 
wheresish
they’ll become hisssss turds
to be tossed
unceremoniously
discourteously
from
the top of God’s
ivory
dollhouse
with
arthurs sword
of
audacity
stuck
up their arse ‘s
a
flag attached
waving
behaving
in
a befouled breeze
as a signal
of hope
for change
but nope
twas
a
false pope
for
change

alls thus godshands have done 

oaaars spun
is
created
dictated
thuus
deranged
rearrangement
of
night and day
cause
the gods
are
all thesames

feral

once
they pull on the
onesiessuit
of
office

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

you knowessts
my Di on ysusss
i once
and briefly
was chiefly
advised
not
to drink alone
but
oh
i have found
the sound
of
loneliness
loves
my company
for
i am a hermit crab
inside
a
Genie’s bottle
sos nobodies
should
rub a dub
me up
the
wrong way

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i says to ya all
luck it

just
pretend
life is real

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i’m
such a lick arse diplomat
i don’t
mean to be

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

ahh where was i’s

yeah i’s hate desports
that send
messages across
this
flatish earth
in phallic symbols
TO KiLL

i’ll go
to them
i can beg
at the keg
of
Buddha

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

heysMistererrrBaaartender

howtheluckcome

i only remember i luves her
when i drink
at your
altar

HEY
i says
whaadda think
that guy
Pythagoras
at the
end
of the baaars net
is
looking rather
pink
around the gills

hey
says
do
you
THINK

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

that’s whys
i’m such
a bottle dweller
why
my
hell-li-copter propeller
causes
my wrists to suffer
so much
from
5 o’clock shadow

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

now meeeee
i’ll
always wear
this
blue burka
when I’m sober
and
can hear
my
ever so chic
heart watch
and
ticking time bomb
combo
counting
tickety tock
rickety tock
down
my beatings
LOUDLY

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

shhhh
come here
my con confident

this This THis THIs THIS

shhhhh
’tissss
my secret
so
yous better
die
knowing it

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

for
ten years
or
yous could says
for
a ton
of ears
to comprehend
the
weight
i’ve carried
that i married

i have loved 1

isn’t that
pitifool
even
biblical
definitely
a drinkable

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

wha….. whaada
yous
thinks her
name meant

haaaaaaaa
naaaaaaah

her
name means hope
yet all
i’ve been is her dope
and
that’s all i’ve been
all she’s ever seen
i am
a pathetic
Darwin specimen
in denial

a
crustacean
droped
on a rock
by a God
within
the bottle kosmos
left only with
two
simple claw hammers

a gift
from a god
no less
or blessed

given
to
bring the thunder
i guessing
whoos cares
they’re friggin
good at
removeing the caps
off
antique bottles of rum
sos i can
call
them
home
for awhile
to drag it with me
for
many a hilly
green Mile

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i will never
go naked
before
neither
either
a parasitic king
or
a dogmatic guru
for
as a beast
i am
always clothed
in
O natural

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

i’ve
surveyed
the drunken devils
i
don’t bother
with
the angels

in fear
of retribution they lie
yeah
even the devine can die
in
ones memory

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

heres
to the child
of a god
i posthumously
once was
but
in the bowels
of
the colonised
i
became the TAPUA (monster)
that
knows
the end is coming soon
which
will be for gods a boon

sos
anyways
he stays
under
his
exoskeleton
crazy cracked
from
his Gods
lightning fingers
which
in his childhood
struck struck and strucked
always
more than once
shit
why never once

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

now
within the confines
of
his cave
he sings
his ancestors song
inhaling
from a lost
Genesis bong
before
a leaping , dancing
bonfire
built like a cross
to bind
his soul
within
his chitin ashes
for
eternity
but
his shadow
ends up
looking
as stupid as atlas
standing
upon
his mind
holding
up
his skull
from
caving in
on his world
that
loves hope

bang!
thud!
bang !
thud!

ehh
closing time
yous says
well
frack you frack you
mr bartender
cause
i knows another
place
with an altar
wheres
ones 
can worship at
24/7
i bids you a good crucifixion sir
i saaays
i bid you a good crucifixion sir

© bg 2011
author’s notes

some verses added or deleted for 2017

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1 Could

1 could
write my tunes using the major blue scales
light joy in 1’s eyes with kerosene tasting rum
consume days betting seconds on racing snails
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
moon after moon add 1’s blood to a palette
paint a surrealistic world fill off happy people
sit on 1’s garden wall till fall to make an omelette
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
by sunset chew 1’s soul down to 1’s fossil bones
bury all nine of 1’s black cats in a smoky saloon
wait in 1’s casket apartment for 1’s visiting cyclones
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
wraith box 11 rounds b4 1 dives in2 1’s cornered bucket
stuck at the bottom 1 might See a light drilling in
1 might hear damnation vampiric angels sound a tucket
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
hoard and hoard till 1 can’t fly 1’s fox’s coop
silver fur 1 plucks wont insulate 1 against the truth
chickenhawks games will be why 1 ends up as fox hole soup
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

1 could
light joy in 1’s 2 eyes with kerosene tasting rum
find me rusted mirrors to use as spittoons
do a Houdini & escape this here snare drum
but
nah i think i’ll just stab my heart till i’m numb

©bg 2017

between the rains

between the rains

one sits marooned on ones rock where sirens once sang
one could build a church but one doesn’t want to hang
all day ones scales are pecked at by squawking gulls
all ones got left is an old soul full of drunken skulls

between the rains

in one’s chained cupped hands one contains the rains
holding ones mirror one sees how the old moon wanes
the storm clouds burst over ones masked pale face
striking one’s pocked marked face like a spiked mace

since time became a god, one will sacrifice every second
since god became the judge, ones execution is self-assured
&
the daemons wings shall flay ones skin along the process to be cured
since time begun the empty cross has always silently beckoned

between the rains

one slept the night in the eternal womb/tomb of a cave
as the sun rose one headed into the world dressed as a knave
as the sun ascended one climbed the towers twisted stairs
to take ones place on one of the turrets coveted checkered squares

between the rains

one stood above the devil’s empty crossroads grave
at the end of the contorted path one’s shadow did pave
one tries to leave the past behind and heads out west alone
yet still one’s shadow stretches back upon the cross to atone
yet still one’s shadow gravitates back into the void to atone

since time became a god, one will sacrifice every second
since god became the judge, ones execution is self-assured
&
the daemon’s wings shall flay ones skin along the process to be cured
since time begun the empty cross has always silently beckoned

between the rains

time had given one the knowledge which one used to douse the light
then while the kings slept one used flames to win the fight
across ones battlefields echoed ones victorious fleeting breath
till all the drunken skulls within ones soul quoted Macbeth

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow ….”

between the rain
upon ones rock one stood defiantly before the reapers hordes
at ones feet lay all the conquered pieces ceremonial swords
&
from these swords they fashioned ones chains
to hold one to ones rock
where commencing on each enlightenment the gulls flock to feast & mock

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow ….”

since time became a god, one will sacrifice every second
since god became the judge, ones execution is self-assured
&
the daemons wings shall flay ones skin along the process to be cured
since time begun the empty cross has always silently beckoned

©bg 2017

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

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