TELL ME WHAT IT'S WORTH

tell me what it's worth
tell me that it's there for a reason
that I'm seeing colours,
throwing shapes
and spitting blood
for some purpose

hold my head
as it's lowered
into this ceramic wasteland
tasting bodily fluids
I didn't know I had
as my body turns inside out
and I cry
like we used to

E(U)ROS

it's not what I think about
all the time
but it's there,
like a drink
warming your stomach
cancer,
caprico,
everything I don't believe in
but belief is a hard thing to master
when the space between your legs
is occupied

I DON'T KNOW

I don't know
what's happening to you
but I wish
it didn't involve
so much shouting

PENNY FALLS

nothing,
nothing,
and nothing
and penny falls
and a dead dog's eyes
at the side of a road
that no one's using
and no one ever will
will he,
won't he?
don't touch me there
like you said you would
you should've done that
when you could
when you killed the moment
the slow club,
dissolved
on my tongue,
tied
like I am to you
we're here,
almost as if we were human
and more than 2 tired skulls
on a lump of cells
less healthy than I've seen before
before nothing
was something
I thought about

POLAR BEAR

I don't want to go like he did
obscurely,
nearly unnoticeably
were it not for everyone knowing

not that I'm afraid of losing my mind
I could lose that as easily as one sock
in every pair I've owned

and i know that all those chemicals
have to go somewhere
I just wish
it wasn't here

BAD BRAIN

give me back
whatever it is
that still works
(i'll connect the dots myself)

seeing clearly now
is relative
to the dawn of the dead people I see
and the definitely maybe
I give to each one of them

I blame my lemon head
throwing acid at myself
selfishness and selflessness
are all too close together, sometimes

and with all the
salt,
pepper
and cocaine
there seems to be a lot less dollars
than days
in this week
so I think i'll lie down
for a bit

PSYCHADELIC ERIC

psychedelic eric went to school
on a more than ordinary morning
glorious in all his finery
finally accepting
that the feathers on his face
were there to stay
as fascinating as a friday afternoon was
he had too much to dream
and not enough time to lose

0

back here again
where we'll keep drinking
'til we feel something
even if it's nausea
talking to each other
across a stained carpet
faster and less intelligible as we go on
another night of nothing
that we don't like
and never did