Sunday, May 27, 2012

dream boat

the worst thing about growing up
was realising that the only time dreams come true
is when you wake up
and you actually are pissing your pants.


short sharp staccato stabs of stupidity as the singer shouts stale soliloquies of smashing the state and sinking cider at the show. small minds swim in a sea of skinny shitheads as sticks smash skins and skulls smash skulls. silent shamans bearded seniors of the scene stand solemnly surveying the scene. hearts hammer and heads hurt and holy hell it feels alright to be alive.

Poems where the title is meant to be funny and no one cares about the rest:

(see above)