Once upon a time this Sad&Sorry
Was a slick-as-flying-shit-hot Coder
(Not as good as me) you see
But he could, as they say, “Get The Job Done”
The Man could LDL (Lay-Down-Lines)
Ready to GO and insect free
Like some Neo-Jesus Christ slapping miracle suppositorys up your repository.
He was good.
So slowly they started to max him out.
Day after day and task upon task.
He started smoking like he was The Industrial Revolution.
Long into the dark night of the Proletariat.
For he had become the new working class ‘Joe’.
String out on the sugar rush and coffee dosing
Always dreaming in Getaway style, nature escapes
Knowing he would last 5 minutes in anything resembling Wild.
So he coded.
Because it was easy to do
Because it paid for something
Because it was fun once
Because what else was he going to do
dot dot dot ?
There is a dull drone in my head
that squeezes my shoulders to to the ears
A graffiti proof paint on which no thoughts may stand out
Except to bite at the world
EVERY SINGLE SOUL
So the mind is put to the grid
Till it is only sharp and stabbing
And every stranger is your new found enemy
And every friend only thinks of themselves
Against you! Against you!
The world is an ugly cage
Against which you RAGE
When you are tired of dwelling in this hell
And forgiveness the unreachable holy-land
Tomorrow begin and you start again.
Memphis Blue
(1992 – 2008)
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A wet sky ends another flushed day
Letting go of the days hot frustrations
Releasing the struggle that started at dawn
So one can finally say “I’m done.”
The race is over. Nobody won.
The cool breeze retires ambition
Let the shoulders sag and, put on loose shoes,
Smile in the company of others
Reflecting at the slow replay of the days events
Forever to be frozen in memory
Washed in hopes or regrets
I wish I was a pie-man
And lived by the sea
A pie-man gets to try one
And in the sea he gets to pee
Today could be the last day of my life
I made a curry, rode my bike.
The sunset took its time fading away,
One orange at a time
While sparrows madly cut and dived
Cut and dived
Madly took their flight
Through the last days light of my life
My clean bare feet still soft from the moist heat
Timidly caress the wet gravel
The rain starts again
People shut their doors,
Close the windows from dark rooms
Whims to this weather
The sun silently drowns on the grey horizon
And it ends, this soft goodbye
Coffee is my new God
I worship the black grainy truth
Biting the nails off slow seconds
Master makes the pages turn
While inside the mind burns
One thousand thoughts a second
This pen stains my accuser finger
Like the scribes of ancient old
Darkly out of shape the eye brown stalks
The day jumps in time
The Day Jumps Peter Pan
The Day JUMPS kAnGaRoOs
Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee
For for for for for for
Me me me me me me
I have fallen for you
Again! Just when I thought the birds were never
talking to the bees
again
I have fallen into you
Where happiness is as riding a bike between meals
On ideas of ideals
I have fallen over you
So all that was escape is now exile
I have fallen over you
All the way
to the
floor
I have fallen
f
o
r
You.
A trip I take alone.
I want to come over to
Touch your feet and make you shy
Talk to you in gentle tones
Of subtle gaietys quietly alone
Let you untangle that truth
You have been warping around your head
And then lie down and die
Together till mornings bright ‘Hello again!’
My heads a whirling window
A whirling washer
to where where
This city screams serious sirens
With sloshing shushes
The city says sinks in shine
Zebra said land
to now now
This pressure packed punched in “HO!”
Till bang-me-pow close
to go go
Far from! (scream your siren away and ditched).
