Too Long This Day Of Pain

too long this day of pain

with my purple wig and powdered nose

I have mingled well with the entourage of solvents continued abuse

robust yet rusting beneath an auctioneers toe-tapping hammer.

sounds of the swinging sixties

hanging from the ears of deaths prescriptive pollen

in counts of three to five

sunken heads nesting in the pillows of a cautious whim

where swarms the starving flies on a henchmans wounded chest.

painted bricks on the licks of Hendrix blues

castles my cartoon bride with her ever changing circumstance.

countless chimes from the village clock as my impatient paper thins

this war of atricious banter

with rolling eyes scaling the skies with subterranean rock

drowning with the childless cry in a cradle of candyfloss

as the mother of mercy pacifies my addiction to my flowered fishing reel.

when closes this door to my troubled mind of persistant horror?

this product of a dietry fibre blessed by a surgeons sea

drowns my heart with the fake blood of placebos' mangled lips.

kiss and tell in hells abandoned foam

set me free to roam with the graveyard sword with performing ghouls

before I fall in love with the one I loathe the least;