living in a cat house i did imbibe
breakfast lunch and dinner ,rum
when my heart got a bad vibe
as into hel my soul did succumb
into this mayhem i went willing
ever the adventurer of planets
i spent my youth on good living
life was all about the organics
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
when i woke i smelt cinder on ice
a dream avalanche had freed me
i'd seen the inconsistent tree of splice
its leaves in all of life's potpourri
hel whispered hun you never slept
we sat down to a lovers feast
where the rottin food wept
i excused myself exiting stage east
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
i began traveling here and there
in time meeting a numbskull killer
jumping round like a mad hare
using their diarrhea for filler
as their phony baloney theory
machine gun splattering feces
hoping something would marry
instead ricochets killed their species
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
finding an anchor fossilized in tar
i climbed the corrupted spine chain
through each link i saw suffering afar
then through clouds i reached the nobodaddy brain
inside i saw scarecrows pulling levers of errors
while tin men dragged lions by the tail
towards a furnace to feed the created terrors
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
i saw spirits tongues painting lead gold
explaining the madness of this mind
mind weighed its lead purity by lies sold
lead barreled wine spinal fluid created the blind
the blind kings bungled round in the dark
the inequalities of hierarchy broke the scales
to the echoes of suffering the kings didn't hark
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
a zephyr carried me from the stem
into the sun where my ash will be defied
the sacred ground of the noboddadies phlegm
where he buries those he had wholly crucified
lost in their eternal unfulfillment
trying to make a ladder from their crosses
to climb into their own enlightenment
unable to smell decay with their broken proboscis
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
© by bg 2021
writing 2020
twas the theme to sesame street
waking up every future day
head in a silver cloud of pain
swallow my delinquent pills
watching rivers go down the drain
i farted in an empty square room
where reaper noses tuck you inn
i swear i tooted a tune of doom
twas the theme to sesame street
friends are just lemon used cars
junkyard frogs full of air croaking
better just to let them rust away
its their pistons they're stroking
sometimes i will hear their static
on my battery draining radio
sounds bagpipe tuning asthmatic
twas the theme to sesame street
i'm in the outhouse meditating
spinning bogg paper into rhyme
when i hear the doorbell ringing
my shit stinks guess i ate thyme
will the parlor flood doors let in light
will the trashcan get washed away
what was the devil fiddling all bright
twas the theme to sesame street
epitaph
just like big bird he had no flight
his imaginary fiends were real
from the playground he walked
knowing it was all just surreal
upon his throne he was dissolved
by a choir of angels gagging
what they sung has been solved
twas the theme to sesame street
twas the theme to sesame street
RIP
© by bg 2021
safari lady
safari lady
strode
across the back
of a
zebra
in flattened
snake skin
bare feet
brushed lightly
with sand
left over
from this mornings
barren
beach walk
safari lady
woreout
pink
pin striped
liberty
bell bottoms
while crossing
a
black and white
semiarid
world
of ever
increasing
desertification
circles
The thermal currents
lifted her
buzzard
black hair
into
wings
A black crop top
hid her
sagging jowl
exposed breast
leaving her
vulnerable
mid age drift
exposed
so
i never saw
safari ladies
bloodshot
electrocardiogram
red
flatlined
eyes
In her
righteous
gripping talon
clamped tight
a street magnum
sat
cradled
as cold
as a
dormant steel
mouse
SHIT
spilt
hot coffee
awakening
left me
dehydrated
and
ready to
fade out
a
scream
BANG
safari ladies
Philadelphia cream cheese skin
SPLATTERED
With blood red lipstick
from another woman
by cheats
I discreetly left
stage right
to wipe
off
some
blood red lipstick
from my
cleopatra
grape lovers
popsicle
farewelled
iced scream
smile
© by bg 2021
The endeavor of man gods
In the lab of man gods i am way pass the time i was begging for my caged immortal end those mad egotistical scientist of moral crime Who have gone completely round the bend believe in giving immortality to the dying so their fanatic will shall be done Their maniac laughs drown out the crying And A barrel of rum will be my casket yeah I’ll cross the river styx in my basket While I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee Yeah On an island i’ll get out still a raindog Yeah oh yeah Just to cock my leg on life's tree Just to cock my leg on life's tree Allah's brewed up jihads will never win peace Jesus can never return from whence he never came Buddha sits taking his placebos on his sheepskin fleece God’s spill from his blood bath still rains death with flame While they give out immortality to the dying All so their fanatic will shall be done While their maniac laughs drown out the crying And A barrel of rum will be my casket yeah I’ll cross the river styx in my basket I'll drink my spirit like it was my pee Yeah On an island i’ll get out still a raindog Yeah oh yeah Just to cock my leg on life's tree Just to cock my leg on life's tree Then i’ll jump from that rock into the river To be swept drunkenly out to sea Lost where peace will finally deliver To be lost forever from man gods endeavor © By bg 2020
eternities devils
disengaged
birds flew
bye
sigh
people wearing mask
me in mine
nothing new
hiding corpse blue
how do they breathe
suffocate
in their deceased beliefs
wearing wrist watch wreaths
while i don’t write
anymore
the world took its toll
from rocky peaks i roll
i was just a delusion
that angels flew
bye
wings disengaged
plummeting
into
eternities
hell
through
my
shot round
gaps
©by bg 2020
school play review
the fantastical Mr Trump
plays
peter peter peter
and from
rapunzels golden tower
so sue me
judas
delusional preformances
didnt bungle
a singular word
afterwards
Mr Trump
claims
to have played
jesus christ
superstar
soooo
suckcesfully
Mr Trump
who
directed the play
was quoted
as saying
“the show was a
revelation
no one casts
extras
into
lakes of
fired
like me
i’m
sooooo good
at it”
no one
but
Mr Trump
knows
what
IT
IS
catch
the next
performance
at
covid home theatres
easter friday
close to you
for nz fake news reviews
i’m bg
back to you
voters.
©bg 2020
