Cardiff - March 21st - 2017
Bandy Legged Chandelier
Oh you do, swing high
Concave candles, crepid reflections
LSD gone by.
Madcap laughter bowl cut warrior
You do swear by
Fuzzy voice recording, vague contraptions
Ping pong player scores high
Melting neurons, crippling anxiety
Working till days are high.
Bare knickers boxing
Man be pouncing
Knocked out by a fly.
Bristol - July 20th - 2019
Dillwyn Jones rode an ice cream scooter
Searching for a high class buyer
Looking to sell his first rate beans
“Man these dolphins are on fire”
Skag, Drone, Chang and Mickey
Four best friends to any high flyer
No need for that skunk, hash or resin
Gate way sailed, time gone by.
“I need something to take the edge off”
Reality bleeding, mind in a soup bowl
“Why you being too damn thick!”
You ain’t no addict until you suck a dick
Blood vessels itching, scratching at the mirror
No man ever will ever forget
Regretting the pin prick, sniff or bombing
For a time its all, al’right
Wasted life times, century’s gone by
We all get addicted, choose life.
Cardiff - August 10th - 2019
Little bandy crickets
Flaming at the mouth
If ever you did see one
You would surely shout.
Always a social gathering
Making clicks and mocking trouts
If ever you did hear one
You would surely doubt
A Fish you say? I could not say?
Why would they be trouts?
It’s puffa-fish and goblin sharks
Is the why you should look out
For they’ll have your eyes
and make you cry
They’re only fucking krouts
Cardiff - Feb 28th - 2020
Makeup smudged, hair all wet
Abusive upbringing, mind all dead
Waiting for the director, “what will be said”?
Get on your knees and give me some head
Legs spread wide, feel no pain
Push right back to get no taste
Gasping and gagging all stung up
“Look at me now dad am I a dame?”
No going back, it’s all uploaded
Watching as my friends all unfolded
No man will look her in the eye
At least she thinks the gun’s reloaded
She’ll live on forever in her own little space
All she had was her own true faith
Even that failed her in life after death
Repeated over and over for other men’s jest
Cardiff - May 30th - 2020
Two crackling claymore’s sniffing powered bleach
One avoiding answers the other one tries to breach
Pushed to the limits by the values of each
For there were no rules but freedom of speech
Melting pot of understanding
Time was moulded stretched and shortened forgotten by the esso
What time spent on subject, was on the matter of chasing answers
by white powdered credit card
A number that’s all we need
For the money spent on that night going up the “fucken sniffa”
confidence was risen, ideas pushed but will never achieve
One more lock to seal the deal
answered before it’s time
For a night we’ll always never forget
Will shape us in our prime
When looked upon fragments of past
We’ll remember certain measures
What we should’ve done and should’ve said
wished we could’ve been clever.