FLAILING NUMBNESS

(02.07.97)

Searching through the darkness
For an invisible light,
Fumbling along the pavement
With uncertain steps,
Throbbing head;
Pain everywhere.

A distant sound
Causes a mixture
Of hope and paranoia,

Sense of falling,
Water everywhere,
Landing in puddles;
Just lying there
Catching gasps of breath

Attempts to stand up
Are hampered,
By a hand
Pushing the head down,
Down into the puddle.

FEELING...

(20.06.97)

Feeling ... of blood dripping from above onto an unclothed portion of flesh ... a banana skin ... telephones everywhere ringing ... as the blue nun is killed by an innocent passer-by flung by the force of the careering truck ... pasty ... tall Egyptian immigrants shouting at the nearby guards ... chronic indigestion from eating ... spent goods and empty shelves ... dividing the toilet duck equally ... shoes ... causing problems on an immense scale ... car crashes into a pushchair whilst the mother chats ... four gates open simultaneously ... onlookers ... boardroom staples ... locket ... hearts pumping faster and faster ... acres of fields being eaten by plump 75st locusts ... suspender belts and cowboy hats ... thrown into a supermarket like a discarded pencil sharpener ... told to pelt pelt ... sticks ... monkey wrench ... tunnel of love in an ancient fairground ... causing a pool to form on the pool blueprints ... stuffed with lamps ... plagued by three thousand irate foreigners holding aloft half-empty tubes of toothpaste ... green . . . ambling awkwardly ... jackets bent lazily around the forest perimeters at dusk ... furnace of doom ... pleasant flowers smelling of wet walls on a spring morning ... gerbils ... losing all ... Feeling.

THE JOURNEY FROM START TO FINISH, THROUGH FACT AND UNNERVING FANTASIES

(24.05.97)

Part 1
BLISS

Sitting on the carpet
Staring blankly at the television
Music in the background,
Simply chilling out
With a bottle of red wine
And half an ounce;
Comfortably numb
Surrounded by images
Of past and present,
Contemplating the future
Highly philosophical;
Yet a sense of danger
Paranoia possibly,
But deep down...
A feeling.


Part 2
FEAR

A deafening sound
A flash of light,
The feeling of metal
Piercing the skin
Smashing the bone;
Definitely a mistake
Buying that white carpet,
Though now you couldn't tell
Now it was red
With a splattering of grey matter
Lumps of shattered skull;
But still the shots were fired
Heard only by the gunman,
Then all was silent ...
As the executioner exited.


Part 3
DISTORTION

Sensation of floating
Looking down
Upon my body,
But no feeling of loss
Simply an empty shell
Disposed of;
Although in a manner
That could not be understood
By those left,
Left to pick up the pieces
To redesign their lives;
For they'll never
Know the reason
The reason...
For the destruction.


Part 4
INERT

Drifting away
Like a particle of dust
On a gentle breeze,
Watching the world
As life goes on.
Elsewhere,
One can see other lifeforms
Being swept away
By the unending tide;
Everything becomes hazy,
Is this it?
The beginning of endless nothingness
Or
The end of meaningless bollocks?
Well ... it's over now.

PAT/FAT

(11.04.96)

Smelling of piss and talking to himself, along with anyone who was unfortunate enough to walk past him, Pat waddled towards the supermarket. He was a fat bastard and had no friends, so he talked to anything and anyone, trapping them until they had no other choice than to tell him to shut up fuck off.
As Pat walked back home from the supermarket, he heard a bang and felt something hit him around the heart area. His podgy fingers, however, could not find anything amiss, so he carried on walking home. As he continued, he heard more bangs and felt more projectiles hit him, but he ignored it and hurried home as fast as his fat legs could carry him.
When Pat got home, he removed his bulky jacket, and discovered a number of airgun pellets embedded within it.
Now Pat was scared.
He didn't want to die.

HAIR

(25.06.96)

Hair falling out
Moulting
Losing the battle of the scalp
Growing
Falling
Littering the floor
Forming hairballs
When will it stop?
Shave it off
Save the hassle

Be bold
Be bald

Life

(12.07.97)

Copulating
Populating

REMINDER

(27.05.97)

He didn't do
What was asked of him,
So he was punished;

Next time
He'll remember to do it,
Or suffer again;

A simple task
For a complete simpleton,
Yet still too complex;

One day,
He won't survive
The intense beating;

And will be left behind
All the others,
In a pile of his own shit.

RAMBLINGS OF SOMEONE ON SOMEONE

(28.10.96)

I want you
I need you
You are tearing me apart,
My heart is broken
My mind is confused;

You refuse to reply,
We should be together
We are made for each other;
You make my heart stop

But they can't stop me,
They shouldn't interfere

You are so beautiful,
I still want you
I still need you
You must realise that,
You are the only one

Please,
Listen;
Am I talking to myself?

PAPER HATS

(04.07.97)

Tracing the leftover scraps
To the fourth house
On the left,

We were suddenly confronted
By an unusual dilemma
Concerning the use
Of our paper hats;

Do they help?
Or are they just silly?

HILL

(07.12.96)

The sloping hills
With dense green forests
Alive with noises
Brightly coloured

REALITY

(27.08.97)

There are no accidents;
It all
Just happens.

TOMMY BECOMES SCIENCE

(29.05.98)

Tommy was amazed by the immense heat
Coming from within his stomach area,
After Tommy had been given his favourite treat
In the back seat of his Sierra;

So Tommy decided investigation was called for
In order to determine the cause,
So he slashed himself and abruptly fainted on the floor
When he spotted inside him the gauze;

This lapse of consciousness and footing
Meant that Tommy failed to see,
The tripod and Bunsen burner ... er... burning
Like when he used to attend lessons in Chemistry;

Tommy didn't wake back up, ever
As he had died,
The intense heat meant that whatever
Was inside had fried.

BROKEN

(22.06.98)

Broken!
That's what's wrong with it,
It's broken!

Broken?
Well can you fix it,
If it's broken?

No!
You absolute twat,
It's broken !

Oh.

PISS

(22.06.98)

Trickling down his legs,
Slowly soaked up by his socks;

Did anyone notice?

HE'S GONE

(22.04.98)

"Tell me!"
That's what he said;

They were his last words though!
He won't speak any more,
Because he isn't here any more;

He's gone !

I did tell him though!
But he didn't hear anything,
And he won't hear anything else;

He's gone !

He went before I told him!
I thought it would be better that way,
Save him the agony of knowing;

He's gone !

Maybe it was unfair
Maybe it was cruel
Maybe it wasn't right

But I couldn't tell him to his face!
Not whilst he was here anyway,
Much easier when his face is gone;

He's gone !

It wasn't my fault at all though!
He shouldn't have asked the question, demanded the answer,
He knows that now, but now's too late;

He's gone !

EVASION IS FRUITLESS

(23.04.98)

Fleeing the unseen;
Passing by the fallen,
Never looking back,
Running blindly forth;
Until captured.

YOU FUCKING SMELLY BASTARD

(02.04.98)

You
Yeah You
You over there

What the fuck's your problem then?
Eh?
Come on

You're a fucking twat you are
You
Yeah You

Come over here you fucking smelly wanker
Get
What's coming

I piss on your face
I £art on your face
I shit on your face

But it don't matter does it?
You stink already
You fucking smelly bastard

Come on
You scared or something
Come here

You fucking listening?
Eh?
Come here you fucking smelly bastard.