Planet

Planet

Islands sink and sailors drink and

Land flows into the sea

As rigs explode, the set is closed

Around the river and me

I try to write yet it drips life

From depths I'll never beat

A pattern sewn by Earth alone

My stitching cannot pleat

From cycled waves of maelstrom graves

For bodies overboard

Come insect young, born on the tongues

Of heads that wash ashore

I can't begin to comprehend

The rules that spawned this hell

My thoughts wear down and circle round

Like convicts in their cells

We scuttle on this astral skull

Before our solar Ra

But human lips will never kiss

The tongue of the enigma

Our planet sets its hunting nets
Of time and patient pace

As one who floats among the suns

And far from human grace

Smells Like Booze And Fags Again

Smells Like Booze And Fags Again

Alcohol,

Seed of my father Morayshire

Sewn with barley and the

Wrecks of drunken drivers

Loneliness drove us insane

The land itself led us astray

Darkest ethanol, we pray

Bring us to decay

Smells like booze and fags again...

Smells like

Home

Within the crooked wood

The shithole of Lhanbryde
I had a drink for solitude
A teenage crush on wine

The children drink until they're gone

Till blood has leaked out from the dawn

Darkest ethanol, our thane

Drown us in your rain

Smells like booze and fags again...

Country lane

Tak me hame

Tae the place

I belaing

Sweet Morayshire

Malt whisky mether

Country lane

Tak me hame

Smells like booze and fags again...

These Romantic Moments

These Romantic Moments

Play this with your doo-wop band

Stop trying

Give up

Stop learning

You're too dumb for this stuff

Stop crying

Man up

Stop squirming

We're gonna fuck you up

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

Stop eating

Give in

Stop dreaming

You'll never have a friend

Stop fighting

Drop

Stop living

And we'll fuck your corpse

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

At these romantic moments

I wish time would stop

Every second is so precious

I wish they would stop

I hear that wishes don't come true

But I'm certain that I'll rot

Someday control will be taken from you

Then we'll fuck you up

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

(We're gonna fuck you up)

Like you've never been fucked before

Our boots on your head

Your tongue on the floor

Lay your body down in the morgue

Or be our whore

Advice Haiku

Advice Haiku

Don't bring girls you've pulled

Round your ex's to buy weed -

It's insensitive.

Don't invite weeping

Luckless gamblers for a drink

They'll pee in your chair.

Don't eat five nutmegs

Even if your dealer says

It's a good idea.

Go pee before sex

Especially if it's your first -

You will remember.

A Game

One gets a large knife -

The other throws fruit at one

And hopes they won't die.

Paralysis, Take 3

Paralysis

In this dream, the Earth's a billowing rose;

You pluck its fat continents like petals

Tumbled in the solar breeze and you blow

Until the planet is a lifeless ball.

Somehow we live below the mantle bloom

Crushed together, in love and alone,

In the fiery spinning of our world's loom

And all creation is our rocky dome.

But when I wake I'm in paralysis

And hallucinate that black smoke and death
With the sincerity of the abyss
Can form a figure and speak without breath

"I am your creation; I cannot die,

I am a phantom and I am a lie."

The Fisher, Take 3

The Fisher

I wish to gulp in the sea with my fish

And my own damned sense of glad blasphemy.

Does it take more than a mad salty kiss,

To drown and forget your humanity?

Away with you lofty creatures of air

Who fly by the light of pale nebulas

Float over on flotsam of bashed hulks bare

Or by polyp and bulbous medusa.

    Maelstrom, spin the fabric of my freedom,

    When the boards crack, I'll let you grab my throat.

    Sunken iceberg, be my palace in the ocean

    Freeze as your tentacles suck on my boat

High albatross, you're no herald of peace,

These empty stores are where I'll make my feast!

Solstice

Solstice

When there's singing, loud and bright,

In a major key,

You're alive;

The weather's light;

We're sipping by the sea.

When I'm hooked on a buzzing,

Drunken symphony,

You're alive

And this warm night

We're all here

And happy.

Your skin is paper for the wind,

Your papers have been kept.

Your ash spelled out a final word,

And all your friends have wept.

We listened to the watchers pace,

We heard their dull steps fall.

Once more, they lit your blackened oil,

As it spluttered in its bowl.

Again, until the lamp had died,

And we blinked within the gloom;

Until the draining of the tide,

And the setting of the moon.

How this year was made so wide,

By the season of your doom.

Now faint, the solstice sun aligns

With the doorway of your tomb.