Laying on a bed cradling your first born stab wound,
You’re left looking like a heart attack
after you’ve stepped past the exact
point of standing against the common ground
that is the earth held on the tip of a knife point,
so concerned with shoving a statement in your chest
like vacuous motivation is what you need
when you’re trying to Beep… past the radars
of those expecting things from you. Great things.
High expectations for long disappointments.
All it takes is the foot placed wrong
and you’re in Monitor City Beep… Beep…
Every single word and beat and feeling
Registered, processed, jerked with an arthritic
lie detector arm. You’ve got the wrong guy.
I’m a victim, believe me, I have no voice.
I’m sorry, is that my heart so truthfully scripted there?
It looks like a child’s fridge drawing, scribbles of nonsense
scored with decaying crayon …Beep…
It would just be nice to say things without interruption …Beep…
Definitely a forgery… Beep… Last time I fisted a …Beep…
See I can’t even complete the sentence.
The wires in my skin are trying to fix the pump within
and all its redeemed with is a Beep… Beep…
what I might say next is free from the chest,
for a thought provoked from the bottom
of the barrel headed minds that so frequently roll around here.
Beep… I never used to talk like this. I feel as though I’m in code
…Beep… Encoded by the …Beep… So making sense
while I lay here might be the …Beep… ends of all reasonable
discourse from a tired soul. News is on.
*Suspects questioned today in a lyrical hit and run enacted
last night on rappers Blatently Overated and Uncreative.
They were riddled with assumptions and deaf ears,
leaving them in quite a shock after their lyrics
had been stolen. They are both trying to recover their voices
and are glad to have put one of the assailants in hospital…*
You can only make a living from what has been done before.
Some people are more literal about this than others.
I could question the morals at hand here,
while I’m dying on the suspension bridge of …Beep…
They still have their voices and words revolving
around the corporate music media, instead of being locked in
to a tape recorder, a dying artist monologuing to a transcript
that will make it no ears or minds or …Beep…
Come inside me. Close your eyes. See what I pretend to see.
Here is the vast plain of creativity I have here,
locked under eyelids and blood vessels and bones broken
as a milk bottle left carelessly in the wind. It falls to smash
and out blossoms the word ‘WHITE’, which can be assumed
stands for canvas or convex or concave, a shape at the very least,
of something you can mould beyond all comprehension.
Or simply let disappear, here, in the back garden,
where Dad used to cut the grass and now the lawnmower sits
next to Mum’s fabric sunning chair, shredded by hails stones,
with grass grown all around it and the Spring weather
has bounced off again, so all it does is rain to rust its metal.
You roll around as a dog and wonder if you were a cat,
the moon would be the most enticing bowl of milk
but instead you are …Beep… relaxing, coming to terms
with the fact you will never mould yourself into something
that will excel as high as the moon …Beep… but it’s enough
to want to create the journey, to pull from yourself,
lying on the ground, the ideas of ladders or spaceships
beaming down and pulling you up from your daily dog/cat duties,
to reach something as unimportant but beautiful as space,
time takes nothing from you, just a day dream daze
for half a day and there you are, laying in thin air, despite the …Beep…
that stops your free thought …Beep… Dad forgives you for not mowing.
Mum has fresh lemonade, despite the cold … Beep…
Nurse puts a sponge in my chest cavity and soaks up some blood.
It tickles, too much. Hahaha stop it you cheeky …Beep…
I don’t feel like waking up just yet. I’ve got too many
restrictions waking up for …Beep… sake. Stop it, this is
…Beep… of the highest… Beep… Let me see my mother
…Beep… for another …Beep… I’ll tell you everything
…Beep… I was the one stabbed … Beep… Beep…
For my …Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…