Screaming Bats

Bats are screaming from trees outside
At least they can scream
My suburban prison
More suffocating as each minute passes
My daily mask still fits
An Iron maiden with ever growing talons
28days a year to be myself, it’s not enough
Trapped in cyclic nightmares
It’s Groundhog Day without the Hollywood ending
Powdered escapes are so temporary
As to become meaningless
My sanity suffers over analysis
Every tunnel needs some light
Electricity not connected
Miracle Needed
Apply Within

New York Is Not London

Life teaches lessons for all
It’s a shame not to notice
Caught up in the moments of disappointment
And shadows of comprehension failure
Friends abandoned as forgotten moments die
I’m worthless memories
Not missed or wanted in any reality
I’m not a Melbourne boy anymore that much has grown
So catch 22 as time travel is merely savior of fantasy
I think I’ll do London some justice
Drown myself in the old world charm
Settings of Potter and Dickens over Batman and Robin
Reinventing myself with thought and style
So both my souls can stare at reflections in peace
Well, one step at a time
Miracles don’t happen overnight

Devils Horizon

A night like any other
It’s just a party, its ok
Substances confuse a minds reality
Its always fun isn’t it?
Spend some time with well fortified souls
Those whom a clandestine pastime has morphed to habit
You’re sure to experience the highs and the lows
More than you’ve ever done
It’s fine, relatively it’s nothing
Rules are made to be broken
They say they have done that much in a single line
They are tolerant to a fault
I wasn’t
Those terrible numb shivers are they life bleeding away?
They came in waves each more than before
Your dying, you must be,
These feelings are not those of the living
Any moment now it’s over, visions of life lost in suffering
A universe intervention out of the blue if you will
Such is the thoughtless smile that can gather like mist in a concrete forest
With arbitrary precision to temper a moments direction
A new day born with an anxiety fear afterbirth
That should come first if we were wiser
Careful in your experimentation
Remember it s the Bermuda triangle From Columbia to Peru

Ice Peacock

Wandering scattered parties
Lasers target humanity while tribal beats drown perfect stiletto footsteps
I’m always the boy with the best shoes and they don’t get it
Killer couture style doesn’t belong on mandarin plastic pretenders
All things rise from the ground
You die from tasteless foundations
Comfort or style? You’re at a fetish party for fucks sake
Take drugs if you need to, just don’t embarrass yourself
I seem an unapproachable vision of fetish darkness
Stained bathroom reflections beyond my own comprehension let alone anyone else’s
Take a break and my Shy and Ice cocktail grows it’s usual demilitarized zone
Dancing shadows my only company other than drooling testosterone stares
Say Hi, I’m not a fucking latex leper, just be polite
A rare skill I know
Walk around so the audience forces alone zone dispersal
I talk to people they all seem sincere, a not so rare skill
Compliments abound in cloned expected greeting
Those smiling vixen eyes are all the same
They mock me from behind jade coloured irises
Camouflaged by implied sincerity as lies drip undetected from scarlet lips
They’ve practiced this line forever
I can see the signs in unheard text tones and empty mailboxes
I’ll keep spreading my tail and scratching the dirt
Maybe someone will notice

The Secure Well

Lock it away
A mental Fort Knox
It should work
I tried it before
Femme incarceration for the term of life
In darkness and alone she planned escape
A shuttered well erupted
No Macarthur promises as doors lay broken
A new victim to hide
It didn’t work then
It’s not working now
Anything that matters
Brings a skeleton key

Fantasy

A kryptonite puzzle
Backwards for 21st century life
I need love first, not last
Am I ill?
I see amyl orgies
Jaded wanderings
No care taken all responsibility lost
Where are the happy people?

I want something special
They need to be special
Accepting me is no easy task
To much competition at home
In the same mirror
Inferior shoes, they hate that
Makeup, style
Gifts not all possess
Perfection quests have a price
An empty space beside you when you need it most

To lie and talk
To tie and laugh
Struggle in bondage
Float away in blissful trust
Helpless on a sea of erotic feeling
Safe and secure

Cascade

Missives to the abyss
Floating one way traffic
Feeling alone
Abandoned by more than one
In an age of communication
It’s easier not to
I need you kinder,or crueler
It must be me
No bitterness
No vision in cloudy waters
Verbal avalanches from strangers
Pales in close reality
Timing impaired before birth
Incurable
Soul Exsanguination
Someone apply pressure