Alice in adultland

Bright eyes beam contrast and speak in understated volumes to the unhearing adults, almost completely unnoticed

In this tattered, tacky, portrait scene, bright ribbons of burgundy vomit violently forward, surging in waves of false opulence into momentary limelight, only to become lost in a sea of fake cow ass and faux wood panelling

The child, the lucky owner of the unknowing eyes stands lost in a forest of adults, she looks upward at black suit leg tree trunks looking for her father. Time and time again she climbs into the limbs of another tree like character. Only to find that once again this vantage point offers nothing but a bird brain gone mad on the fermented nectar of berries

Darkness descends and the sounds of the day warp, bend and increase in volume, bird brains are replaced by mad apes and the simian society promotes its true ugly face, a tree falls directly in front of the scared child, the apes scream and clap with delight as a roast beef and berry nectar sap seeps from the felled giant
The child runs scared, deeper into the chattering weirdness, tears streaming from her eyes. Blinded by the overwhelming fear the only thing she reasons to do is run

Deeper and deeper she goes

Why did her father lead her into this place?
Why did he trick her with a trail of sweets that led her through the front door
Why did he drag her reluctantly down the windy hallway and into the deathly scary, lounge forest of strangers?
Why did he abandon her on the couch?

Her poor little mind has been pushed too far.
Her legs grow tired and heavy; they can take her no further

Exhausted the little angel falls where she stands and eases into a warm deep sleep, safe in her beautiful dream state
Immaculate and perfect she remains

Untouched

Unheard

Unseen

Unrecognised as the wonderfully sweet contrast to the ugly, adult, uncaring, piss-soaked adult situation

The pigs swill into the night

Oblivious

Such a shame, such is life

Betraying a friend

I thought of you today dear Anna
I don’t really know why
Please forgive me for thinking of you while engaged with the toilet
But life is strange and so to was the day that you left

I woke up early to the sound of chatting birds discussing the best methods of catching worms
I rubbed sleepy men from eyes and put on my glasses
I dragged my feet down the dusty old hall way and stopped for a moment to admire particles of gold dancing at my feet in the new morning light

It was so cold that morning, but this made it better
I knew you would be there waiting for me to slide my icicle feet under your warm brown belly
I made my way to the lounge and sure enough you were there as I knew you would be
I turned on the telly and flicked past the static in search of a fraggle or mutant turtle

And then I turned to you

Something was lost in the warmth of your seal pup eyes
I slapped on my thighs and called out your name
You motioned no answer
Your once waggling tail lay lifeless on the ugly green couch
I repeated once more the slap on the thighs

You were a good girl and would surely come
You lay there
Struggling inside your own being,desperately trying to fulfil my request

Because I had called you
Because you were a good girl
Because we were best friends, I had not given up

You mustered all of your strength and halfway stood up
I knew you could do it and called you again
You collapsed in a heap on the cold golden floor
I knew it was bad but not what was wrong
Scared like the child I was I whispered into your ear it would all be ok
Mostly for you, partly for me

I ran to my parents and they weren’t too much help
Precious minutes passed as they looked you, as sadly and ill equipped as I had been
They bundled you up in a box in a blanket and patted your head repeating the mantra
“You’ll be ok.”
“You’re a good girl.”
“It’s alright.”

We went to the vet to fix you right up
I honestly thought that it would be and I told you once more it would all be okay
My parents went in and then they came out
They couldn’t look me in the eye
It wasn’t okay, I didn’t want to say goodbye and I couldn’t look you in those trusting eyes as we murdered you
So I left you to die
Alone
Scared
Confused

A good girl
A best friend
A wonderful companion that would never leave my side

Sorry

Uplifting poem of the century

Slow

Incremental steps
No, a shuffle of monu-millimetre proportions
I inch closer to the sunken compost heap, or kiln
I haven’t decided

Either way, decided or not
The skin slackens
The gut bloats
The hair recedes
Dreams of grandeur fade in the distance of my outgoing tide
Another grain of sand slips through the cracks onto an alarmingly large pile

28 years old
Roughly a third of the way
What do I have to show for it?

I have my words
I guess
But even they slip away, I increasingly find myself face first in a dictionary
Or
Staring into the unrecognisable distance of sentences
Making faces of vegetables
Or the serious frown of an infant as it thinks about shitting itself
Not to mention the drawn out ummms of Alzheimer’s as I struggle to find the names for things

Along with these words I will abandon myself
Like the wedding ring that sits on a plump brides finger

Slowly
Almost not at all
It slips down
One day at a time
Harmless?

Perhaps

A sacred symbol of a dead love finds itself loosely hanging
Slack on a spindly, splinter of bone
It once was a finger
Warm, plump and owned

Be it worm food
Or pot ash
Decided or not
We will all go down with our once mighty ships of sinew

Lack of action in a socially distorted shit farm

A little nervous fellow sat pensively beside himself and nobody else
Ashamed and isolated by a nature he had not chosen
He was like that of an armless, orphaned infant reaching out for human contact
All the adults passed him that evening, fearing they would be abominations by association
Had he never known love?
His glistening, brown, seal pup eyes suggested the blunt end of a club was as close as he had ever come to human contact
People passed him by with ignorant eyes of assumption
You know the ones

I observed him, enchanted by the unique physique that defined him
A mass of matted hair
Nervous, darting eyes, barely recognisable through his black matted mane
Tangled from head to toe in his limbs he struggled to keep his head above water
Like some kind of hamster flamingo passively being drowned in a bucket by a horrified breeder

A softness of nature encapsulated his entirety; it sparked full body spasms of electric fear when people drew close
A factory reject, a mutant Barbie of a woman brushed her large, lopsided, plastic lungs past him on the way to the bathroom
Terrified he shook and shivered in raptures of spasmodic contortion, looking for the nearest patch of straw to cower under

This was no bar scene
This was a room of intolerant, uneducated, good-looking elitist shits
A cesspool of cruelty, ganging up on the unique golden kernel of corn
Against all odds he refused to be digested

I could smell the fear seeping from the pores of these poo patrons and grew queasy as the stench of hatred surrounded and began to suffocate him
I watched on sadly
I did nothing
I just sat there in the stinking horrid mess, hoping someone would pull the chain
It was not to be

They pointed, they laughed and they bathed him in insults, soaking his open wounds in degradation
He was on his last legs
I did nothing

Nothing

Do you understand how I feel?

Water on the brain

Condensation breeds frustration
A lack of spark and contemplation
Mirrored eyes of indignation
A symptom of brain constipation

Where will blame rest?
Not on me
I will blame humidity
For all of my stupidity
And solutions that I just can’t see

It’s fogged up deep inside my skull
It’s deeply fucked up I feel dull

It’s summer time and so it seems
The lack of sun is ruining me