NOCTURNE OF DANK
Put yourself in an obscure place
inside time but outside space
sidereal cavern the scrying door
frozen street monsters leering
broken night people taking their shoes off
outside
ugly midwinter shadows
real poverty
that last hour before the dawn
as long as there’s drink
you don’t care about me
suck your mum, she’s a cunt
take me to McDonalds and fuck me over
adopt the survival manners
of the military industrial season
deliberate sabotage invisible camouflage
in light haze of hate dreams
sitting carrier bag still caked in frost
we used to be modern
the green lines say not finished
two place mats one orange and some berries
home an open sore canker
cracked the salvo inherited weapons larder
debt death long life lease orison
tension of hold and release orthotics
you’re grey turning greyer
Chelsea hotel ghost turn the taps off
coming round on a strange sofa after blacking out
dust motes and skull ache a living death
trapped in a cycle of debt and derangement
all because you didn’t pass your eleven plus
nocturne of dank you went missing
to finish the drugs
avoid the pavement bends
under foot hobbit holes
spell out love ‘n geist
abandon the upper moist
track back to breathe
yes chronic
not todays.
