Lonely Boy

Written using a Prussian blue drawing pencil in one sitting, between 2.00 am and 3.45 am on a Saturday in 1989, after smoking a very large amount of hashish. I'm a lonely man now. (What's left of me!)

I'm just a lonely boy

is no one going to understand?

Is no one going to take my hand?
Lead me to a foreign land.
Time is sinking into sand.

Smiles are shivers on my silvery spine.
Reach in and touch my mind.
How will I spend my time?
Searching for another sign.

Spittle on the old one's chin.
Will we ever let him in?
Concentrate upon his sin.
He was fat and now he's thin.

Mounds of hay and long thin shadows.
Children play in endless meadows.
Stoke the fire, pump the bellows.
Touch her face as she says, 'Hello'.

Darkness quickly crossed the meadow.
Breaking scarecrows bearing medals.
Forget the reasons they're now fallow,
"If you don't go you're bloody yellow!"

Feeding sandwiches into your mouth,
Across the boards of this empty house.
You know the wind will go ever south.
Spitting black, from your cowboy mouth.

"Wizard's time," the lizard said,

"is blue, and round, and ever dead."

Shave the hair from my head.

Pirate's spider pulls the sled.

A heart of lead.
A lake of dread.
Dream the words you never said.

Lying here on the death train's bed,

(painted red).

See the rippling, Summer hours,
Spent amongst plastic grave-yard flowers.
Women chased by disembowelers.
Climb the dismal, funeral tower.


Think of all that has been said.

Slither to the land, long dead.

Take another girl to bed,

"F**k her, 'til the sheets are red!"
Ask her sister what was said
When the baby was born dead.

Music rings, behind the bars.

Skeletal hands grab for the stars.

Bloodless men, in expensive cars.

Diamond skulls and fat cigars.
Crying eyes look out from Mars.

Big Brother never was your friend.
He fixed you up until the end.
Until one day to you he sent,
The Thought Police, to correct a trend,
(with a free app to share with all your friends!)

Auto-tune my memory,
Storm sent to destroy cities.
Make my voice sound like the sea.
Rewind, and wipe these memories.
I'll delete the part about you and me.

Darkness swallows me in bed.
Darkness flickers in my head.
Sickness cries that, 'All is dead!'
Raging bull, on a sky of red.

Darkness plays upon my mind,
A broken tune of wind-struck chimes.
Make me pay for all my crimes.
Sipping on the bitter wine.
Sipping on the blood of time.
Spitting out this flesh, I find,
Deep in the darkness of my mind.