ForgetMThere is a monkey on my backThere is a crack in my skull whichit whispers throughIt has nothing else to do butsit here with me.There is no escape from itNo rescue in view.Both sloth and action breed regretIt has lured me to a place I cannot run fromand waits impatiently for my death.There is a monkey on my backI have a little hope yetThat when it has done away withall happiness in my lifemaybe it will show me how to forget.
VIt's so simple.Requires not the writing of a book,the creation of a poem,or many, many long hours in those chat rooms(and everywhere is a chat room)or lots of knowing looksfinally getting nowhere.It's a point of ridiculemany knowing glancesmany pieces of advicethat sadly point away from their intended targetonly suffice to end the conversationa call to be brave is not a proposal.it's telling you to go elsewherethe most tender words more like a hand clutching a pawthat is awaiting a needlethese things are not.Not it. I find no optimism from there being water in a tapor that rain falls down instead of upor that the sun will rise tomorrowbecause these things simply are.The signs point away into unknown places stillfigments which another has thoughthope from those who have what they need so farso have room for hopeAnd what to hope forThat's a thingSimply to hold someoneto hear them whisper your name at nighta touch ,and when the day spills overtru
NightChildren run wild in the spill of nightFaces, soon fled out of sightand when the the din fades, step by step I make my way back,tarmac slick and pavements cracked.I wade throughthe dim parades,Quick here, nowand alwaysI make my way back past the windows arrayedin lifeless rooms, the cathode ray flickers,fades to communal gloom, outside these tombsrain lifts in whispers from the streetsvapor risen from unseen heattwisting through deluge, driven in sheets.And here I am again, same place,same route which I pace, same rain,same fear, or doubt?Again I turn around.In the dark unclear, at the streets end,the pack circles, they jeerI walk, I bowsupplicated and silent, somehow shy of violenceIt is at night now.It is at night now,and if I were awake and dreamingTreading sand with full moon beamingautumn skies, this silver seaflares; the rocks awash with mercuryAwakenpitter pattera tin roof resounds, gutters spill
CareI cannot explain why I feel sad nowOr think,Perhaps I have made this upand have so allowed myself to to sinkBut tell me what to do,tell me what to thinkWhen I'm supposed to not care.When time tells me I should no longer care.When distance tells me I should relinquish care.When circumstances dictate it would be madness to care.I am maddened, I am awareAnd what do I deserve?Hand in hand through rain sluiced streetsHiding under hotel sheets, inDarkness, a flickering screen in place of heatA promissory note in place of sleep.Restaurants, movies,and fear,A fear of the time I'm yet to meet.Lately I am scared.Not-so lately I am weak.I do need. I do want.This is not a crimeI deny nothing.I have been denied everything in turnEvery single ambition ends in submission,it seems.And every path in a turn.Walking, hand in hand through crowded streetsUnable to escape the heatI am looking at the wall again.I am looking at my feet.I am looking at people that pass.I am loo
Enemy TonightYou have stalked me in countless dreams TonightYou have stolen the life that is left in me And tonightI have blamed you for everything But tonightMy Enemy is me.One day I will look backAt all I've lost, tonight,of all I lackaccept there is no way to go backOnly to place hooks in time.Tonight They swim like sharks outside my roomLights on, voices onAs I lie here in the gloomContemplatingProcrastinatingImbibe and consumeWhatever path to takethat would grant mea way outside this tombI amGrowing old painlesslyBut with a little discomfort
An AccidentI tried.I tried for a long timeI plotted and plannedSchemed and DreamedMarched and ranPondered and contemplatedA way to EscapeIf I had of grown wings it would not have been enough.I tried to write myself out of this messthat constituted my lifeIt was impossible aftera mistake to even attemptin this inherited worldand inherited worthPointless.I have changed in directionI have braked and turnedStill unable to avoid the car crashThat was my birth.
FindingWhere did you go? I have a habit of misplacing things. I found you under my bed the other week, and I'm sure I put you safely away.Where did you go? In a box, in a cupboard behind the door, under fairy tale and tree swing I left you long ago.Where did you go? I woke this morning and there was nothing again.
Cats don't understandCanaries may be noisyYellow flapping featheredthings, who do little morethan irritate and preentheir bloody wings Their single saving grace may bewhen they choose to singand reward the entire worldwith their aggravating din.But Cats don't understand.Canines may be steadfastThey may be mans most faithful friendbut only seem to be happywhen they're humping at your legAnd when you send them for your slippersyou know you can expectAn accompaniment of luke warm drooland whatever food you've left.But Cats don't understand They're too busy making plans.Far more deadly than atyranno-veloci-raptor-godzilla-rexThey've wiped out all the Dinosaursand now the Human sores are nextThey've taken all those balls of wooland turned them into nets.They've drunken all your milk you fool! And the next step?World conquest.