Friday, 22 November 2019

word jam : whats wrong with schizophrenia


try running uphill 
carrying a brick layer

sometimes its music 
that comes from nowhere 
especially percussion sounds 
like during my worst episodes 
there would be a euphoria 
where all the sounds in the kitchen 
like pots and pans 
would be all jangling 
with different notes making a tune 
which I called Tootle Tunes  

other times entire melodies 
I have been able 
to write down for the piano 
and mystical beasts I could draw 
like it had come from somewhere else 

I liked skateboard parks 
for the sounds out there 
that would turn into reggae  
now recently i just get 
a little bit of percussion 
coming from objects in my home 

the joy of sleeping on someones dirty floor 

my friends found it funny 
i was asleep next to a loud speaker 

i had to get out of his flat 
i went and fell asleep 
outside the National Gallery 
enjoying the hot sun   
and the thundering of the traffic 
the soul of London   

following on from cyber sex 
you can reach a plane of astro sex   

one day their memory 
will be extinguished forever 

when flaming torches 
would ignite our hearts

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