Girt by Piss - Eleventh He Reaches London

Oh, all my boxes of collectable insects

I’ve displayed proud in my room

Told my sister, to never let

My mother throw them out

They are my gift

To

Her child

A reminder

Of the colour

Of the love

And the crime

That my

Aimless direction

Was directed to strike

Flies and locusts, I dressed as

Monarchs

Sit in thrones in a kingdom of boxes

I shovelled their guts out

Trampled their corpses

And dragged their bodies with oxen

And I left

The

Court house

Under phantom guide

Of the crescent

Of the lord

And his

Lions

That face toward, (to each other)

To corner the world

Gaps between

The gaps I slipped through

Endless chasms and moats of kingdoms

I hid in the

Bracken, I listened and acted

I tore the flesh from the bitch on the throne

Was fucking bulimic to words of jesus

Fucking gospel from science

Reluctants

I fell in the gaps, the gaps between and

No one ever told me

So

Social dissonance, beds of bracken

Trials and judgements, science

Reluctants

Social dissonance, beds of bracken

Trials and judgements, science

Reluctants

Forced dementia, walls of water

Girt by piss, the waves

Hit

Ocean spoke to me

We’ll sail together, you’ll be deck, I’m here beneath

You

Human spoke to sea

Human spoke to sea

I’ll be your teacher, if you send

A wave to drown us

Ocean spoke to me

So young, depressed and

Inflammable

For as long as I’ve been living

I hated something above my

Height

Fathers, Monarchs or Government, so I stole

From innocuous street

Vendors

I felt like I deserved it all

I needed worth between my hands

To

Feel what worth felt like, at all

As leave in chains so petrified

I’ve

Never liked the sea

Reflecting grinds of unjust woes

As ocean froth so

Foreign cleanses me

As I scratch away the face

Of monarchs on new

Currency

I’d snap this worthless coin in half

And drag the ragged edge to

Die

I woke from dreams about my life

My Mother’s smile and Father’s fight

Lack of sympathy for my fellow man

In this boat I can finally

Grieve

Of my

Fate

Of the life I’ll waste

And the gaps though the system that I fell

Love the world I live in

But I hate the country I’ve left

I’ll change you

Australia

Or I’ll leave again with a rope around my neck

Oh I can be

Brilliant

And oh I can change

Oh I’d love to burn the union jack

And never

Grieve again