Thursday 7 September 2017

THE EGO AND THE PARANOIA 2



paranoia is the burning bedroll
of a blunt in the birthday daylight
halfway up the haul of the white lion hill
overtaxing the hysterical jags
as the rodent dark crawls on in
assuming it need not even ask for blood
after the late night takeaway

paranoia disappears me
like im an experiment in a maze of mistakes
like its el salvador when the sun goes down

and paranoia
orders one shot of each and everything
in the glass columns behind the golem bar
in the bottleneck half hour of the tick tock
with
newcastle browns
flat abyss chaser
in a dishwasher warm
half pint glass

glue leaked out the bottles label
is a frozen teardrop of tobacco tar

and paranoia
hangs my door key
around my neck
just in case you know tho i am rarely out
just for the bins and that you know
cos paranoia says 
anyone can get lost 
in the lynchian depths
of a front yard anteroom

and paranoia
says the songbirds and the bluebirds call
for the zipped files
on a locked card
in secret compartment
in the back
of my GPS 
deactivated
mobile phone

they call from the palm trees
decapitated stumps feathered like corn
across the white trash speedtrap street

and my ego weighs in
and my ego tells me
that
tho
i have no wings no more to beat no more
in judgement over the square mile
over parliament
hammersmith apollo
borders jazz cafe
centre point
and Time and All Creation

that i should not worry
as its clear-as-fuck its the mandela effect
or CIA meddling in a black chopper backwash

and the truth will out
it says
the truth will always out

or never will




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from fanpop.com

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