The
voices said within our head,
Sometimes
you’re not meant to know,
Sometimes
it don’t matter,
You
don’t need to understand,
…Ess,
em, pee, tee, ee…
The
voices seemed to chatter.
all
those white spaces
with
the need to be stabbed
Murder
the Blank
for
they are plain and mild
like
teddy bear’s heart
without
love of a child
an
empty jar
without
a wasp,
mark
it down
because
because
today is The Day
the
Sweet Lord takes these chains from our feet,
tomorrow
is The Day
our
Sweet Lord and we shall meet
they
wanted radical
radical
we gave
and
they sectioned us
the
faecally brave
and
considered us
morally
depraved
or
perhaps just a little too
grave
grave
where will us go when he comes
the
voices asked
the
fiend behind the fiend
the
fiend behind the -
how
will us breathe when it turns
when
the wind changes
and
the storm blows in
The
voices in our head grave
and
we were strong
Wrong!
the
urge only made us desperate
despair
and
long
for
what we couldn’t have
or
what wasn't there
or
what we couldn't get
or
what was already lost
what
was hopeless
or
came
at
too high a cost
we
made ourselves victims
of
habitual cynicisms
I
heard from the distance
in
the public bar
Jist because Eh’m hung like a doankey
disnae mean Eh hae tae be a porn
star
it had been so long,
we'd forgotten how
our kids were hungry
our wife was a cow
forgotten what was inside us
at least that was said by the half-full
well at least there is something
replied the fool
we can never forget
nothing fills us
no substance within
not even dust
no dessert moon
no darting swallow
no daffodils
just hollow
hollow
The voices compared us,
To the insatiable bottle,
Which can only be filled
By the wasps at full throttle.
she
gave them a pawn shop
in
the sky
we
gave them the opportunity
to
die
die
ungrateful
children
side
by side
as
they turned to climb
the
messy drive
which
led
to
the droning
communal
hive
and
all the while their faces gazed
with
appropriate disdain
upon
our grossness
put
there
by
sufferable pain
clinically-arranged
neutrally-themed
modern-minimalist
existence
occupied
our list
as
it occupied our past
as
it will occupy our present
as
it will occupy our Last
sat
in this wheelchair
with
these crutches
staring
at concrete
rabbit
hutches
our
work
it
flamed like a succubus
for
no-one to see
except
us
except
us
except
me
except
me
keep
it that way
and
we’ll get a proper job
keep
our head down
earn
a few bob
make
the blank stare
aye
the
blank stare
and
make a few bob
earn
our fare
and
never be sectioned again
we
swear
and
never be sectioned again.
