very old

2002
"Group Poem"
a.k.a only me.

Only able to select words from a word bank.

Man, Woman
Murder
Content with
Anger and hate.
Despair is
Their affection,
Malice is their love.
Cobwebs behind
Their sorrow,
Icy cold,
As a fate.
Man, Woman,
Murder
Malevolent
Stone sea
Death as a friend
Killing hour,
As they cower,
Their family.

PROPERLY FUCKED;

everything blurs
the voices, they slur
all bet's are off, we've lost.

the anger, it cures
all of the metallic words

all bet's are off, we've lost.

make-up, it smears
through hell and the tears
all bet's are off, we've lost.

the darkness, it lures
and flesh eaten by birds
all bet's are off, we've lost

bashing, smashing,
and sirens blaring,
blood and guts,
lights flashing,
insanity flaring,
just call me George Lutz.
Bang, bang, guns blasting
and tempers wearing
the hottest fashion, cuts.
shrieking, crashing
no sharing, voices blaring,

aw, skeet skeet

quicksand slows my hands
makes me stand,
against all odds
what are my odds against these times
clocks, words and ryhmes
what can i do?
i must make up my mind
against all odds
feeling scared, ashamed and impaired
what can i do?
all my life, i've been so scared
to go out and thrive
to live my life,
against all odds
what can i do?
the fear it settles of being compared
to those I've judged
I'm just rotting, waiting, infiltrating
my head with the dead
what can I do?






... but just wait for the four horsemen.