<Sigh> … if only I hadn’t been drunk and had had the foresight to turn my head away … if only I hadn’t let her kiss me that first time.
I have absolutely no control over the production cycle of these.
They get written as and when the muse makes a booty call and, like the wretch that I am … like a worm … like a loathsome spotted reptile … like a piece of slimy refuse … I abase myself before her, pitifully grateful for the momentary attention she deigns to bestow upon me.
The problem is though that, when we kiss, Time stops and the World disappears for a sizeable chunk of Forever.
And that’s seriously addictive <sigh>.
She doesn’t necessarily tell them to me in order either … and in time they may be re-ordered as the correct sequence becomes apparent — they were written over the course of a quarter of a century and in five different countries … whenever and wherever she felt like using and abusing me.
Anyway … for what they’re worth … here they are.
Don’t fuck with your brain, man; it’s the only you you’ve got! Just take a look at the scarecrow. He did and look at…
[Cigarette in hand, the Scarecrow opens a window … pokes his head out … looks around … regards the World … speaks]
Stop The Groove
Summer … stimulant of the soul … balmy breath of life … energising élan vital of the spirit.
La Vie En Rose Would Smell As Sweet
The mid afternoon sun beats fiercely upon the ground, rendering the landscape deathly still as life takes refuge in…
The Road Less Traveled
The road less traveled featured no more significantly in their travels and travails than did the road well traveled …
Just another fool out searching for some heaven in the sky
And in the shuffling of dreams …
Splinter of the Mind’s I
The traveler stares into the middle distance whilst idly scanning the vicinity … mesmerised by the mind’s eye, seeing…
Alarums and Excursions
Concentrating hard on not snapping the stick of wood gripped in his teeth, he squints at his mind and brushes aside the…
I Feel Such a Strange Colour
“It’s a scary thing, you know, Life,” says the cheerful sounding voice.
‘Need a future, fam,’ the Kid said, ‘a real future … long term. No safety net, see?’
Spin The Bottle
He looks even more fey and other-worldly than normal — oddly unhuman is usual, but this is approaching grotesque. He…