Cocktail

This soggy piece invites you for a nude dip into a memory bowl - although the piece is referred to as "cocktail" - the brew is a murky one. It is fluid, though often it is crunchy: like a broth with crutons. It is faithfully intoxicating and will go down a treat.
  Through influences in life, people can distort their original character - having an open mind can sometimes involve the darker and more corrupt avenues of life experience. The narrator's revelatory breakdown is very watery: cataclysmic, after an episode of erotic dancing, substance abuse, alcoholism and finally: purification. The essence of this piece asks the question of whether we are ultimately responsible for our actions, or whether events happen to us in order to make us challenge our subconscious, or perhaps our collected karma. According to our capacities, perhaps life lessons are formed through our own subliminal summoning of events and people.

Cocktail



Regret – I barely think so,

Pseudo silk, sway and aggressive stilletto.

Whilst dumbed daddies did dote

I was done with dope and you did weeds

I worried while I wired a rope,

This is a progressive soap

But I have no television,

Just life-lost, lust and horror revision

Dramatic Divisions

Barriers, cradle carriers, charriots, pharoes, whores, pores and spores

Prophetic folk lore.

A multitude of mushy visions,

Delicate, disasterous rhythms,

Praying to prisms and portentions of prisons.

Casual Cataclysms, ribbons, diamonte dives

Scrape skin dance,

Banana leopard trance

Sado stars and mars masochisms.

Got over you daddy, moved to Dadaism

gee wizz you don't care, do't dare to stare, to start to care,

you'll put yourself in care - I may even visit and be a nurse there.

Yeah yeah yeah it's a casual nightmare

And yeah it's clear I read Sylvia cos she was rare.

I'm spurting on stage, feigning femme fatale, like money could rattle me.

I used to put on ears, take off, make up years.

But  you don't get it, I wanna be an angel,

invite them to my paranormal perception - propose a proposition of purposelessness

My significant other: The abyss.

I've been inhaling the halos of hyrogliphics.

Chewing on, chanting the chasm of lemmon gum lymerrics

A loop in the lock,

A hole in the sock

Filth on the frock of innumerable Ophelias.

A girl at the dock

Pretensious sweet talk

To candy coat

Mental necrophelia

But sir, Professor, doctor, miss, mr man

Fruitcake, fantastic fanny face fanatic,

I haven't read your books, acquired your looks

You've not got the rocks, th blocks, the beat, the feet

Just counteract, counterfeat/

Tweet, face, tweet, and squeek

Ahh discreet, never.

Forever bound to the sound of our voice.

It's a choice, a loss, an atrocity.

We share degrees of diversity.

Hermit at core, Life no more a cosmic chore

The choir sings the chorus.

I write song, you go on

With, without me.

This was why you chose me for the week,

This week of my life to get weak and speak.

Cos everything else, babe, just feels so damn bleak

We deal dolourous death rhythms

Sequences with sequin sequils



Its time for the trills, frills... and cheap thrills,

Eyelashes splashing like excitable quills

A feline pose, a quick mental prose

To justify the choices we chose.





Here's your flour, your salt

Your endulgences are not  your fault

Where are all the flowers powers now?

Here's your powder perfect dream on a plate to eat

Sweet, insight, dynamite. Turbelent freak.

Mix em together, soggy and kind

Mix em together and you may find

Pseudo insight tonight my little handsome kind.

Yeah, you may be bright tonight.

If you've heard me with your wide eyes

If you've thought better if ad been wise,

Or heard me with dry eyes

I'll devise a plan for their moisture.


A loop in the lock,

A hole in the sock

Filth on the frock of innumerable Ophelias.

A girl at the dock

Pretensious sweet talk

To candy coat

Mental necrophelia



Reeking of stories

I cannot quite tell

How from a pretty pedistal

I suddenly fell

Coddle the cocktail, before you get sick of me

I'll end with what is called... unexpected tierce di picardi