Poems on this day – 5th June 1989

Crummy Dream

Red and yellow tentacles to avoid
A verse in a hearse being destroyed
Stuffing that gauge right down my throat
My girl has turned into a goat
I gave you a secret you didn’t keep
Come on honey let’s go to sleep

Pointed Finger

The finger of accusation
From the fist of persuasion
A fingertip between my eyes  
Knew I shoudn’t have told those lies

Poems on this day – 12th May 1989

Miserable Mr Aymes

Don’t talk back, he snapped
Her neck fell apart – she collapsed
The floor is the place for the terrible games
Of the man in black – miserable Mr Aymes

Heady Days

Sometimes I find it hard to keep my head
I haven’t been straight in quite a while
Can’t remember if I’m still alive
I know I’d like to die in style

Martyr

Life a flower you clipped a week ago
I’ve wilted in the summer sun
Cut at the roots, still stuck in the ground
I can’t pretend I’ll be here long
In my short time on this here earth
I try to consider what I’ve achieved
Not a lot I say to myself
‘Cos I’m dying for what I believed

Heavy Metal Lyric – 9th May 1989

The galloping horses of impending doom
Are drawing ever closer          
The storm clouds of hell         
Are looming ever nearer         
The virgin pure is kneeling      
Trembling at the altar
The vision of death I comprehend         
Is becoming ever clearer         
Death, blood, sex, satan, alcohol           
Spit beaaugh puke aahhh

Poems on this day – 9th May 1989

Ten Men

Ten clever men sat smelling the orchids
Then ten clever men started feeling awkward
When ten clever men – psychiatrists
Examining each other’s peculiar twists
Ten clever men started again
Repeated the session over and over again
Discovered not as clever as had thought
Ten men – a lesson had been taught

Abstract as a Function

World – grows bigger every day
We’ll sink into the sea before I get a say
The sky’s choke on poison we dare not breathe
If I had a chance I’d like to leave
This is abstract around me
Something we can see

Drinking Problem

I have no drinking problems as your scars will show
I have no drinking problems ‘cos I told you so
I can take my drink – I don’t drink much
Drinking problems – I have none as such
You’re the one who has the problems
The black eye, the cigarette burns
Everyone laughs at you
Hell, even I do
I couldn’t do half the things you say
I can’t remember them anyway

Frisby

Throw your frisby to a friend
Repeat it over again
Try and catch it if you will
Throw it back harder still

Poems on this day – 29th April 1989

The Pleasure Game

We do the best we can
To avoid injury and pain         
Except for some morons         
Who find pleasure in that game            
Hit me – if you can     
To make you feel a man          
Hit me – if you can     
To make you feel a better man

Terrified

I’m terrified of losing
It took me this long to realize   
The power that you’re using     
I can see it in your eyes          
How can Iet you go    
When I don’t want to let you go            
And I do want to let you go     
Though I don’t want to let you know

Patriotism

Your patriotism makes me sick
‘Cos you can’t support what you believe
I know you’re wrong – ‘cos I’ve seen better          
If I get the chance I think I’ll leave