the patter of your brain

its like the pitter of the rain against the patter of your brain upon the matter of your name in a batter of insane. Its like a shatter of the same in a batter of your blame in the pitter of the rain against the patter of your brain. 

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the chaotic anti-dance

When they asked me to request a song

any song I like

unto a dancefloor of slurry happies

twisting ecstatic to the melodies

I picked the song I knew they wouldn’t like

one that hadn’t made it to the pop-charts

one that wasn’t repeatedly played on the radio

it had no repeated chants that brainwashed

the one that would never make it to their ears

otherwise

I picked a song of anti-dance

chaotic symphony of disharmony

one where, if you tried to move to the beat

you would only do it right if you

tripped

stumbled out of step beyond

the realm of sanity

found those magic moments in your

fleeting aura that reaches the ceiling

in misty lights and blurry edges

foggy sights and into madness

this is life and

it will be the death of you

pulp

let sunshine swallow the whole day

into oblivion

like bubblegum that will remain

for seven years

with three moskito bites on the

sole of my foot

and shoes that squash my toes

into blisters

they think

the matter in my mind has evolved

but it has only dissolved into

an insignificant pulp

sit

on the edge of my bed and say

the same things again

hoping to brainwash me into acceptance

drink

this water

again

now

tell me how you feel. 

snap

the sound that something makes

when it has passed its limits

the sound of breaking down

apart and pieces

apart and it all 

it all goes to show

that we must we must

take it slow

in order to prevail

now snap

and its all disorder

fragmented snail

static mind stopping

thought repeating the

dull dull dull thud thud

thud of a negative 

unproductive

embrace

it is all 

element and

misery

 

toxic

Bound by a lack of choice

a glass jar

a barred cage

one of these days I’m going to break this world

make it mine

one of these days I’m going to crush

those atoms in the air that

wall my way and

water my disbelief

catch miracle as it almost

flies out of reach

from the tip of its wing

and pull it back down to earth

let it meet concrete as I step

on it and say

you cant leave if I cant

paint

everything is changing and the same

repeating bubbles fleeting

crystal shining moments

blinding scarring

meeting

leaving

connecting

separating

watching

what fickle beings we are

to break our own hearts

with the tar of self-torn souls

while the dead stars

shine

histories final stale breath

you are a world away

I remain in mine

the future is here and I’ve

met your death

when we stare at the sky

and say we’ve failed life’s 

tests

The canvas is broken

watch

how this paint colours in the world

instead

 

 

 

remember who you are

remember who you are not

be humble and graceful and

unconfident

step warily and worriedly 

onto absurd shifting pebbles

over shallow streams

sing

in a croaky voice with

eyes full of tears and a 

heart full of fat

it beats

as if it rather wouldn’t do

just that

walk

with a limp in the 

posture of the broken

be tamed

by society

maimed

by civility

whisper

when you speak

think softly

know nothing

remember who you are

not

life will change

and float like oxygen into the clouds

like memories that break out of 

existence and leave its entity of thought

from which it was encased

encased in melodies and nostalgia

that covers you in its contentment

of having lived

fifty seven years from now

and you are watching incomprehensible news

about a stranger world 

in an empty house

on a forgotten neighbourhood