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jay.// I’m feeling good today (via @pepsi-smepsi )

from No Other Blue by Craig Charles In my infrequent bursts of blind religion, I throw my hands to god And I let the dreary rhythm of the dead Excite my fingertips. But sometimes when the vision slips I see the opened coffins stood on end And the devil fires his gun My god is gone. On my half-hearted trips back home I let my mother eat me with her hairy lips Whilst I return back to the womb And, safe inside familiar walls I sleep in peace in last. In my special moments Of everloving tenderness I pull my woman close And pour my heart into her ear like wine. But in my pristine moments Of brass-breasted arrogance I curl my fists into a ball And watch the wrinkled knuckles As they progressively turn white And stretching, crack the scabs That seal my dead blood tight. In my reflective moods of self-indulgence I intrude upon myself and hear me sleeping And creeping for the lock Escape and rest a while. But in my self-important moods Of conscience or conceit I turn my pen to paper, and Secrete across the page like a rushing slug. In my self-eluding trips of alcohol abuse I feel hate, jealousy, greed And i shove the imagined borders Of my mind aside And invite them in to bleed. Whilst in the stagnant moments of my calm After exploding into anger like a beaten drum. I interfere with words And with some fine mystique Maybe molest them Into beauty.