Somewhere Inside

somewhere inside

it creeps as slow as nonchalance

as cold as beer in a never ending song.

somewhere beneath a bridge it shows

it's lime green leaves floating

like a prehistoric beast.

through the gears,

from somewhere sober to the anarchy 

where the whisky spits it's flavour 

two fingers long

deep inside my stomach

where the butterflies retreat.

wasted lives.

cold meat now shelters monarchs 

from the crimson queen 

as she lays her eggs

beneath the very hands

somewhere between.

one touch is all it takes.

I take a pinch of salt in my mushroom soup

as cold as christ in a chicken coup

breaking bread for the willows 

as they sleep through all and sundry

on a Sunday morning walk.

and how great this sadness travels through

the avenues now dead.

am carved from wood

with hidden claws

four floors down and giving head 

to the morning whore more muscular than me.

am more under grass than you.

there is no reserve.

sold to the highest bidder

as bold as brass

with an ass the size of Jupiter

and I, as cold as beer

in a never ending song,