P-chan's messy head
A dislocated dream in the art world Like reality’s eye seeking escapism Where to go is not what matters For this cage expands in the heart Every keystroke, every footstep Every enunciated word of madness Is perseverance within absurdity P-chan (c) 2011
This is a day where your feet are cold Walking on thin ice with no one to hold The water in the abyss gazing hungrily Deep down the hands are waiting merrily In the spiral to rewind life once again In the vortex to save the best friend Way lost with dusty debris in your Read More …
This year’s mind Comatose The self-delusive heart Dying on a page From overdose Of love, Hands washed In others’ wounds Fingerpaints, red To blacken the shiny night Dripping on our flesh Share nature’s bed This year’s mind oblivious The dirt under the nails Mainly shed skin Sleep, says Morpheus Dream now Eyes sewn shut Eyeballs Read More …
In the favour of your own irony Choosing the comfort of the other Leads you astray towards villainy Which you inflict on your mother Cry for the velvet skin to touch This innocent stomach of life Which gives you oh so much Meaning and tasks to stay alive Stroke the tired hands of motherhood At Read More …
Reaching out for the arms of solitude Feeling this earthquake’s magnitude Only one thing is resolute That’s your version of verisimilitude Your authenticity continues to elude The tone of your voice is subdued Your life ends after the prelude Might as well add an interlude One sentence suffices to conclude Your failure, decadence and attitude Read More …
Door has been locked from the inside of this hole Curtains drawn, pour the midnight wine Typing words that disappear in a vacuum Visualizing images that fade from grey to black Empty pages the tree had silently bled for Bad karma is the cause of our wounded core Imagination, hope and goodwill Enable a smile Read More …
Short hours pressed between a day’s routine Or is it the body that cannot wait The most beautiful light you’ve ever seen Time has as usual come way too late Slowly fading into a dirty white neon flash Ugly moment to invite friend and foe Maybe write a brand new overture for cash Won’t make Read More …
I had a terrible dream, and only in my dream, I felt no disgust. There was a human kebab. Impalement. Raw. Saw. No, chainsaw. Bread and salad were missing.
Seventeen hours of being awake Each day it is all the same Uncertain of this life being a fake Need cash to finish off this game Seven hours of numbing slumber Each night hands on the dimmer Only slowly switching to a lower number Until you see the black star shimmer Twenty four hours of Read More …
what a deceitful thing to do hear him snore hear him mumble fasten him onto the floor with thin threads speak the spell cut off a bit of the skin nails, body hair and clothes as souvenirs of your heroic deed see him dream in despair like you and me dreaming of a woman for Read More …
