A Boy With Roses

In the Tree Canopy

A distinct pattern is unfolding 

Like a whore 

Liquid spread across the floor

It\'s an avalanche

A twitch, a violent spasm

I can\'t control the night 

The hollow cavity

I am powerless

With my head buried deep in a tome 

And I couldn\'t get any higher than I am

As hoops of smoke evaporate

Into the air

 

There has been a death

It was a pharaoh 

I\'m the outsider, looking in 

An atom splitting

Going off topic again

I\'m discursive, pornographic

I have no faith, I can\'t be saved 

I adhere to pleasure like dew

In a fishpool, a friend of hedonism

I fuck myself till I\'m sore

I plug the hole like it\'s a ritual 

I won\'t pass the buck 

I took myself to a kirk to pray

I\'m fat with rage 

The choir were singing away to the oratorio

It was a lull

I was motionless and mute like taxidermy 

Then I sighed from relief, parting rain clouds 

All the voices in my head clubbed together 

Then they shouted out like a waterfall of tears

Paralysed by fears

Can I hide in your beard?