time ticks slowly when you have to wait for shit to happen i find
at least
until novelty strikes like lightning,
then the anxiety chimes in with a heavy chorus of its own
so i prefer to wait
let life come and do its worst
smile in awkward lifts without a phone
wander alone down empty side streets
and laugh at the wealth parked 4 by 4 in the cars beside me
at least long walks stalk routes trampled by others
explorers of an unknown world
with lamps and maps as a guide n
which makes no sense when you’ve google but fuck it
luck stays with the courageous i reckon
and the underbelly beckons each wrong turn with an apolegetic sigh
and lits its top and shows the wonders it hides
cos the best secrets are kept quiet
so i like to walk alone a lot
silent
music being the tour guide and just ride the waves of tourists meandering gently across concrete beaches
facetious to cunts like buckowski i know but
sometimes you’ve got to appreciate the pretentious in their own right until a
yo, wys boss brings you down to less cunty times and reminds you of home
with the grease and taste of lahore dripping down big satisfied lips and the shit you used to do when you had to come home while the sky was still lit but mates persuaded you to take opportunity of better occasions than 4 blank red walls misjudged and misguided arguments with ones you’ve now learnt to love
cos fuck
i was a cunt to my mum and dad,
probably still am, to be honest
but i’m getting there i hope
no longer musing about ropes except gold ones so i doubt i’ll be the forgotten one
cos i get nods from rastas and blessings from pastors so i’m good for now, thanks
ranks quite high on my most used words these days cos i’m steady tryna appreciate more shit
by doing way more shit than i ever imagined
so when the head splits its all a past rheetoric cos i’m cautious
still awkward as fuck but some things never change but the paint is gonna be more precise
less ill advised and more
ill supplied i guess cos the schitz helps me see
a little differently, granted
but less departed from reality
which is nice
yeah, imma just this ride for a bit,

i thought i saw dragons in a drug fuelled sleep,
white rabbit carved on my chest in search of utopia,
etched deep, cornucopia blowing steady in these northern winds,
cos plenty was the shadow of deadly intentions,
misdirection filled to the brim like cups of the cherubim,
me, glowing 80s smile, cocaine shawty,
her, whine to the death,
ask motherfuckers who’s up next
as i step, pressed and unimpressed by these lames tryna save face,
i might
dance with devils instead,
give em heaven like i’m a damn reverend,
or revenant,
staying relevant with every bit of sauce dripping from the corduroys,
ahoy boy cos this ferret ferried burberry on the fucking cheap,
slight nigger looking sleek and the tongue removed from cheek,
in between the gap teeth
smoking area counting sheep
sleep in between egyptian sheets,
million plus house
meek,
creep past housekeep
gone

thought once i was in heaven
as moses said for the third how he’d smoke a tree
burned bush with god in bare feet
while me
i just took the joint and smoked the godly,
oddly mary magdelene refused to get off me
sat atop me and said this my sermon of the mount
while jesus sat and asked for the details of my bank account
so i could paypal money for god to forgive me,
swiftly,
checked the balance,
said
this could be tricky
my overdraft aint that deep and my parents’ll miss me
thus
he dismissed me,
said some sins are worth too much and lunch with devil and such means that he aint give a fuck