Thousand Year Syntax Tree

Thousand Year Syntax Tree

Subconscious automatic membrane pulse

Aphasic mumbled belief in choice

A thousand year syntax tree

Dropping nodes sporadically

Recursive scan through the grammar

Beating iron with a hammer

Till it comes, total control
And the beast has crept out from its hole

Its muzzle digging for the fruit

The one obsession claims the brute

With reddened eyes and shredded paws

The blood drips slowly from its claws

Taking control through sacrifice

To jolt the wheel and load the dice

Erase compassion, halt your sighs

And fix the dealer with your eyes

Waster

Waster

Waste shoots down municipal tunnels

Gargles through holes

Is stirred with chemicals till sterile
Then pumped into the waters

I dwell on the thought that my molecules

Will return pristine to the biosphere
The recycling gives me comfort

I will become waste too

Opioid Receptor

Opioid Receptor

I feel those endorphins exploding now

Roaring up my spine

The blackened sea dividing right before my bow

Now the ocean's mine

My skin is falling off like a banana peel

In this caustic tank

The rush that follows suffering on its heel

Spins my cogs and cranks

We all try to touch them in so many ways

Some of us take drugs

Your brain produces chemicals every day

We're living as bugs

You can stop the paranoia hammering in

As you grab the knife

Write yourself a love poem in your skin
Seduce yourself with life

Your Love Has Been Cut

Your Love Has Been Cut

Your love has been cut with inactive dust

And when I take a line this thickening rust

On my heart doesn't crack so thin is the dope
Yet my need for it is wrapped around me like rope

In rings and in knots I wait for the waves

Of dopamine shots for I am a slave

To euphoria, the prime mortal bliss

That I do not feel in the void of your kiss

Less Skeleton Than Soul

Less Skeleton Than Soul

Living so slowly

It's hard to accept peace in your life

Like a pool collecting

Where once was a torrent of strife

You'll fit through the keyhole

Now you're less skeleton than soul

And what you see in that chamber

Looks so dead and old

Dying is easy

All you need is the money for beer

Your disappearance

Will let your conscience walk away clear

You'll fit through the keyhole

Now you're less skeleton than soul

And what you see in that chamber

Looks so dead and old

But I'm still drinking

I'm still drinking
I'm still drinking

I'm still drinking

Ending Age

Ending Age

The chances that I had are gone

The sheep are sheared

The hair's bleached blonde

And what have I left to do

But mould a moody shade of blue

A culture teaming with the spawn

The planning application's drawn

And what have I left to wish

That we shoal peacefully as fish

The boat has docked

The hold unloads

If I could write a pretty ode

I would join this ending age

And close the old book's final page

We Ordered Weed From Canada

We Ordered Weed From Canada

Before the cryptohackers came

And made the deal secure

When we were only teenagers

We were really poor

We were poor but only needed

One thing to get by

When the days were glistening

We wanted to get high

It's easy to get sick of local

Dealers selling hashish

Even when you get you still want

To escape their leash

It took some time to save the cash

I was still at college

So many weeks of smokeless nights

Were blurred edge to edge

Finally we had the cash

To place upon the net

It felt like we had struck a chord

In our glorious duet

We ordered weed from Canada

Some cheese and skunk and haze

And presently by mail it came

In those glistening days