Nibbsy's Notation

But nowness wains he can't relax
As thoughts flow in, he's on the rack
But mental shouts and splashing sounds
Send them scurrying off doorwards bound.

Then peace and calm it does descend
Can he maintain it 'til the end?
Alas he fails to own his mind
The outside people are close behind.

You little bugger! I told you go
The thought it smiles and says hello
So battering ram of brain pathway
Says Fuck off thought you've had your day!

Now we know who's got the juice
It's me, not some other Bruce.

I pirouette as the liquid cools
in me
God I'm alive!

Strutting peacefully to engage
souls and helpers, I calm the
young mustang poorly boy
who sings before his rage.

I romp through board game word puzzles
with speed, mind a fast river to the sea
overflowing, bubbling, frantic, awesome water
my soul.

Friend comes in open top flash, head case
"when I came in it looked like you were
running the place"
I laugh, cos I'm king of the ward
gotta milk it while it lasts.
I really do, after this my mind won't
be the river
just a raft.

Mountains of vinyl slabs leave imprints on my mind,
as fans encrust the more,
sour headed duster dead in the punk.

Fat lines of throb create membrane,
but the funk seeps well,
I'm just a punk.

Towering clocks throw funk,
as lyrics awake inside.
Funk all over.

Punk gets funk.
Funk gets punk.

Deep loves may never conquer.

Shitty looks and rancid chat
shinpads on jeans
and dead reptile on foot
humble is an alien enemy
to be coked out of existence

I despair and spit inside
as these shells waddle along
But i laugh and pat back too
I'm glad I'm not like you!

I need these measures, i truly do
and shit people must exist
so we don't
slip
in
the
shitness.

Learned though and
full of warmth
giggle to cheer folk
we connect well.

Smokes are ritual
in the middle
of sad meetings
roll me one!

So stood and chatted
about the internal pendulum
swapping thoughts
like Pokemon cards.

Darkness
what happens?
insignificance, despair
I often think
what's everyone else doing?

Yes! he cries
in my bubble
it drives me mad
to wonder about
everyone else.

What about the rest of humanity?
What are they doing?

It troubles us.

Eyes flare in glass and mouth laughs.
Rulebook strapped to leg breaks up with every step,
I fire my soul onto clouds,
I will lord this bricky terminal.

In stillness my mind wields iron rod,
then tucks into respect,
dreams may whither or no,
who knows?.

Hard faces live in mucky pens,
rolling in shitness,
I can laugh all day at selfish pursuits.

Humility.

Seat to fucking seat,
straddles and slouches,
swivels and couches,
It's the in-between that counts,
fables find their home in a comfy spot.

Sitting but standing,
the seat charges ahead,
cover me in lining,
hold me seat-bound forever.

Spilling eye juice for heavy limbs,
dark rooms and plaster-cast hands.
Fundamental tools don't work,
passion buried, crucified love soldier.
Stop the world, I'm getting off.

Oh come, come, as she leads me on,
atop the back of beauty queens,
up into the misty nowness,
where red hot pulses wire the stream
and the globe spins on my finger.

But wait, falling canyon dream awakes,
and colour evaporates behind the sting,
bells toll on wires go unheeded,
music only fills and reapers slay my head.
Stop the world, I'm getting off.