Timidly minding what I have said Feelings and thoughts went over my head I let myself go Let myself go Let myself go For these blue skies, I can’t see clear Rather a slave to my heart than fear I let myself go Let myself go Let myself go Fuck your waypoints and sympathy I drift blissfully through due bills majestically I let ourselves go Let yourself go Let myself go I couldn’t lie to you I keep coming up with nothing when I’m trying to I’m watching you all like “Fuck you trying to do?” Make nothing from your worth or just pay your dues? This bleach washed workbench brings a head rush Room spinning, slipping my touch Now I show slick fangs when I grin I couldn’t lie to you; patience getting thin Brazen spitter Heart on the sleeve casual fitter Drink bitter, not here to deliver On success or promises Failing to keep up appearances Sad boy in tight jeans with boundless capacity for happiness Fuck the lavish nihlist; find gall and style in instinctive madness Boil topics down simplistic Quick tricks on how to exist Only riches flow from pen tip Your gluttonous script got my stomach sick Little pin cushion of a soft boy Failed lip reading through the noise Do you ever listen back to your voice? I do, why I haven’t got a choice Not here for the lux or a fanfare Just live what I’ve got, keep my soul bared Never think about “Fuck, what will I wear” Or what’s coming next, man I don’t care See, what I’m doing, what I’m trying to do Why don’t you go ahead and spit some truth? Nah man, I couldn’t lie to you Nah man, I couldn’t lie to you Nah man, I couldn’t lie to you Nah man, I couldn’t lie to you

No harbour, no armour, just passage In this house, peasantry lives lavish Best keep your pleasantries and your status Heaving structures show their hands in their madness I’m just trying to relinquish some goals Hop the fuck in, man, let’s roll Kick back, sink one, feet up on the console Clueless where or how long but I’m keeping control I don’t track depreciation; got no 5 year I don’t make money; I just drink more beer I describe my waltz midstep as I teeter I’m a side eyed, glazed, intentional leer Eyed the prize to see what I’m losing On the rind, each day I’m improving That mind I’m losing is not mine Cruising to tomorrow that comes in time Blood I wrote this down to make sure I don’t forget it Blood I wrote this down to make sure I don’t forget it (Bring the blood and we’ll bring it in plenty.) Blood I wrote this down to make sure I don’t forget it Blood I wrote this down to make sure… This isn’t progress; this is maintenance I’m not keeping pace; you don’t know what patience is I’m showing face but I’m done being gracious I’m a walking observation craving blood circulation I’m a quick dash to the exit Explaining my empty pockets Fuck it, I’ve never regret it Keep your smug look and profits Trying to create value, we’ve already got it All you know is made up, but all we see is ours Cry bloody murder at the top of the hour I’ve lost my mind, and thank god for that There’s no threshold you cross when go a little mad We’ll discuss mere existence, so politely Gaping wounds with the patch, and take two of these Patiently wait to speak and continue to bleed Might need a more drastic remedy

I dare you to run me down Or maybe try and keep pace with me now I've spent more years than I am old, all talk I'm an old man taking sweet time at the crosswalk Daring you to run me down Eyeing headlights Patterns keep me steady. Zebra lines Each poem I write means I look both ways Take my time with not much to say Lest I be a bug to a wiper dies tragic Or an old man taking time holding traffic There’s nowhere to be but right here Be right here, be right here with me Man I dare you to run me down Oh man, I dare Well I dare you to run me down Man I dare you I fucking dare you, let’s go You’ll never run me down, all the way out of town I dare you, I’m the one with the thoundarous sound Jump around, breaking the punks underground No wonder you never funk or debunk a clown A lot of junk, slam dunk, a chipmunk Get the beats from the topbunk, get the beats from trunk Under sheets freaks speak like donald trump I’m too blunt, captain hook with the used stump Run Forest Gump, all the way to the florist Parakeets for lunch but nothing is promised Fat controller solarsystem with out Thomas About to vomit, spew looks like Wallace and Gromit Bake an omelet, that’s probably a quiche When it comes to rapping, I finally found my niche, capiche? What a relief, keep it brief, I’m cool Kief A jewel thief, you’re still in school with corn beef Man I dare you to run me down Oh man, I dare Well I dare you to run me down Man I dare you I dare you to take a shot, side swipe As a child, I was led; now I drag feet of lead See, I start on the green but I always end on red By the time that I scrawl another yarn Younger self would've loved I've been passed; I'm never fast enough Dragging ink over page for the 10th time today As my mirror cracked, trying to see my face But a moment to an oil canvas or a life written down always beats in different measures It hits different Light up get your fingers clicking smooth bass line or an exhibition Wipe those eyes so you don't miss it And maybe take your time when your wandering aimlessly down the isles of synapses or foot passages of local parks and streets And while you're out there, if you see me, Run me down, I fucking dare you

Where I've been? Travelling oceans in a dingy Listening for you but I leave the phone ringing The end of world is where you can reach me I pray my biggest fear of going over the falls never leaves me I'm thin, skin, bone and ill fitting prosthetics A pathetic attempt at matching heart with aesthetics I revel the chance at pretending I'm prophetic But really, the bullshit from my neck is just tragically genetic I follow in steps from a stoner diabetic poet Asked when he felt like one? He said he's always known it From the first tooth loosed by another drunken dullard Stumbled upon something, greedily said it was discovered A truth quite simple; couldn't believe its shade and colour Blood pooling at his feet, his reflection and his wonder Dripped from his shit eating grin as he muttered This blood isn't mine; it's yours, my brother What am I? What am I? What am I? Maybe I’m beautiful and fine But in this city, more fun than pretty Another sip and then we’ll see What am I? What am I? What am I? Maybe intelligent or wise But in this city, your dumb and silly Another sip and then we’ll see What am I? What am I? What am I? Maybe a prophet so devine But in this city, just on the tinnies What a pity you are, What a pity What a pity What a pity What a pity He held his head, trying to maintain his focus Repetitive thematics in this carbon poets opus Single cell organisms flowing below skin surface Know more than the flesh taken by necrosis And ill fitting preservative solution fills the jar Eyes watch out with the hope of a dying star Final words trapped by lips that can’t rip apart Still kicking himself, he gave decay a flying start Cautiously, he rests himself down in the dust No weight on the shoulders of a now headless bust An icon to the only things he could trust To write and to drink, all that he was, things that he must So he dips a pen in the inky mixing liquid Finally feeling his heartbeat unrestricted But before he wrote those words he desperately needs He collapsed, his body unable to breath

Veins popping, glassy eyes bulge Lips of a gummy fish, tongue somersault Black ooze drip from the teeth; divulge And the truth of the matter, half truths default Salt the earth as he pass with the pen and the rhetoric Is he believing his own lies or a pessimist? Feel the body die as his poison setting in Fat flesh floats on top, weatherin’ From his perch, sees all from the view Then he goes ahead and does everything he accuses you! Point this fact out and his face turning blue Turns to bumbling infant; don’t know what to do Returns to cutting cardboard cutouts in a culture war He’s banging on his little drum, the crowd getting bored OH! So he keeps his dogs armed to the teeth! Whistles little tunes for them to believe Bite your tongue when the big boys coming Our holiness Bite your tongue when the big boys coming Our holiness I can see the grubs crawling under skin Insects descent from gods from a dying medium Wriggling, laying eggs and spreading pestilence Leaving grown men allergic to a thimble of oestrogen You’ve already got the tits you’re base sucklin’ Those fed, hold his fat form, struggling Temple vein popping, bones buckling He can’t see or hear them; his fat ears muffling Then he falls down, big boy rolling now Down the hill, bumpy ride, earthquakes his way to town Folk screaming and running but no hope in stopping now While some applauding on, these boys so fucking proud He’s bringing down buildings with his flailing arms and feet Like the library and my favourite quiet place to eat Like my favourite end time movies, carnage is complete But funny how he missed the banks and shops on high st Bite your tongue when the big boys coming Our holiness Bite your tongue when the big boys coming Our holiness

Cars on the back roads, hundred K to what I'm owed Civilisation, place to park this heavy load Hauling family anguish and paddock bombs alike Easy to pull over in the dead of night and set it all alight But by the princess, I find me a hidden relic And it held a physical form, but that could be the psychedelics Don’t know how I knew, but in my mortal soul, I felt This discovery was nothing but litter from another realm Impossible entities stopping by for a picnic Drunk what would kill man with laughter 'til they were sick And Packed up hastily but not in a sense of panic This place wasn't worth staying for if they’re to beat the traffic Left us a token but through no intention Carelessly gifted us deconstruction of existence As I think on this, feel the snapping of synapses As the gravity holding my atoms stable relaxes It’s so beautiful out here; let’s have a picnic by the roadside It’s so beautiful out here; let’s have a picnic by the roadside It’s so beautiful out here; let’s have a picnic by the roadside It’s so beautiful out here; let’s have a picnic by the roadside These back roads all lead back to birth As we run from all we’ve seen and we’ve learned Colours beyond anything we’ve realised As I step over the threshold of my mind The floors of my family home are slick wet There’s a slap delay on each of my timid steps Don’t realise the comforting sound of your footfall Until us cosmic children are forced again to crawl My blood pumping at odd intervals Awkward eye contact with imperceptible Flowing in veins, terrible unknowable truths We've come too far from the primordial ooze We're children playing making up rules Drowning in the shallow end of the pool My blood and my skin exist on a different plane Otherworldly horrors just out of frame I'm losing my vision; the light burns Form is all practical; Cronenburg Keep the lines blurred between dreams and what you can touch All I’ve got is air in my lungs and not much