Freak Accident Alone

The cars all rumble by,
And the majority of them,
Have chances to laugh,
And chances to not laugh.
Within the upholstery.
And the pillar that
I just drove past,
That helps make a bridge,
That leads to a service station car park,
I planned on sleeping in.
Makes me feel numb,
As the traffic drones on.
And the minority of it
Has chances to cry
and chances to laugh,
Without the upholstery.
And the overpass
That drops a fridge,
That leads to hitting the car,
I hadn't planned on dying in,
Makes me feel numb.
As the funeral drones on.

Snowstorm Paperweights

I was walking through the town,
And the rain was hammering down.
And the red flags
wouldn't flutter in the grey.
The black and white people
In the tattered-clothes street,
Let blue pearls roll down cheeks
Like snowstorm paperweights.
The loved ones within them,
Had sun in their sails
But the red flags
Wouldn't falter in the grey.
So the black and white types,
With the pearl tears dripped by day and by night,
Draped red flags in the grey,
Smashing snowstorm paperweights.
As they walked through the town,
With the rain hammering down.
Hoping all the way.

Caving In

I remember us sat at the table,
With the woods closing in,
And hearing the rollercoaster,
Take those kids to heaven, hell
And back again.
I remember the fireworks,
Left unused at the back of the van,
As we sat on rugs
and watched the sky cave in over us,
And I remember wondering;
If I scratch a message of love on this table,
Will we come back again, and again, and again,
And again, and again, and again,
Holding hands as we look at the message therein.
Or will we lose touch,
And never ring,
As the wood weathers and breaks
And the trees close in.
Burned out, like fireworks
Burning up, and caving in.

Fire Doused

I lost you, just as I was calling out,
I was looking on my CCTV installation
I had fitted, to see that you were travelling.
Your bus careered over a mountain,
And burst into flames,
And I burst into as many tears
As could have put them out anyway.
I lost you, just as I was calling out
And the CCTV footage plays on repeat,
But I know that you were travelling.

Flunked

It's a bad world, that stops me, hitting return, on my laptop. It's a worse world that makes me read this back, and realise I
flunked.

Lost Love (A Novel)

I may look wrong, or perhaps I look alright. But, the secrets of attraction are locked inside a room we're not privy to. It's not a room with gold bells for answering, or carpets made of mink. But the women wear parrot feathers on their backs, while zipping their beauty from the front.

And sometimes the VI people repeat themselves,
And talk about such as what went before.

I may look wrong,
Or perhaps I look alright,
But the secrets of attraction
Are locked inside a room we're not privy to.
It's not a room with gold bells for answering,
Or carpets made of minx,
But the women wear parrot feathers on their backs,
While zipping their beauty,
from the front.

And sometimes the VI people repeat themselves,
And talk about such as what went before.

And sometimes they don't.

Be A Dog

Be a dog,
And run through the mud,
And roll in the shit,
Be a dog, and smoke it up.

Tell the truth,
Be true to your blood,
And roll in the shit,
Tell the truth, and drink it up.

Be a dog,
And trawl through the mud,
Then give up on God.
And tell the truth, and be a dog.

Insecurity

I think I love you,
I know I do.
Don't look at me like you just saw my face
On YouTube.
I think I love you.
I know I do.

I think I miss you,
I know I do,
Don't frown on me like you just saw my face
On YouTube.
I think I miss you.
You know I do.

I think I saw you,
You know I did.
You strangled me down by the kitchen,
And I don't know.
No, I don't know.

I.

Don't.

Know.
Anything.

Nausea Rising

It must be Friday, I feel more violently sick than usual.
Sick of you, sick of me.
I drove my car into a garden this morning,
The wilting flowers ignored me.
I punched my boss in the sternum before lunch,
He said it wasn't enough to sack me.
I killed a man over a bagel in Superdrug,
The cashier over-charged me.
In the afternoon I deleted all my companies files,
The board promoted me.
On the way home, I pissed off a bridge, stabbed a cat, painted a window and burned a school ,
Some kids asked me for a light.
At home, in the kitchen, next to the Sugar Puffs was a note.
You had left me.
Thanks.

Brutality Rising

My eyes swell, my apathy stalls.
This world we manipulate called time on us
And likes fools in a panic
We drank until the lights went out

Another Weekend Withers, Before You Could Be Bothered, To Request Addresses, For The Purpose Of Letters

Suspend time,
And next thing,
It's Monday morning.

Call me soon,
Some Thursday night,
When maybe I'm not yawning.

Suspend time,
Then next time,
It won't be Monday morning.

Plastic Mirror

First reflection sinner.
Second reflection winner -
The cultural mainstream,
Through a plastic mirror.

Tumbleweed Memories: What the critics are saying

Tumbleweed Memories; What the kids are saying

"Hey Chad"
"Hey Brent, how's tricks?"
"Pretty good, have you checked out that link I sent you?"
"Tumblweed memories? Yeah I went on last night, you were right. It's the coolest site ever."
" I know, those must be some cool cats"
"Damn straight, and you know what I actually learned a few things."
"Same here, who would have thought that the Net would be so useful."
"I've got my laptop in my bag, wanna go on and see if there's anything new on the Weed"
"Fuck Yeah!"

Dying Eyes

Her world was a new place.
So she bought a pistol.
Her world took her pistol.
So she got a rifle.
Her world stole a rifle.
And she shot him dead.
Now his eyes are dying.
Inside her head.

Time Machine

This time machine,
Will set us down,
Sometime soon,
At different destinations.
This time machine
Will set us down,
Denied of time to laugh or cry,
Or say goodbye.
Some time soon,
This time machine,
Will set us down.
And set us down.