Loose Bag.

Loose Bag


The daughter of the cat
pussy slips on a dark mask of silk
shuts wide eyes
gags mouths with cotton, dumb ice

arms tied up in a chair
by electric kittens
there is no map for life
destination marked
which way is?
"i told you it was straight on till morning"

a lady cant work the mouse
stuck in the cats jaws
she shakes in fury
leaves the computer to fetch a broom

into the room like Alice through the looking glass
more and more beautiful fish for the sea
an autistic boy runs around the back garden
onto the concrete then onto the grass

So a burly old man shouts
on the grass
off the grass
whilst a french girls sings "joe les taxi"
this is not a drug history

i once was alive when i acted without thinking
it is a curse when decisions become wasp stings
now im dead - i cant rap

all im good for is lieing next to the wall
to afraid to eat, it used to be so easy
it will be again, right now, burn me

if i could i would break out these knotted bonds that tie my body to the chair,
spit out my gag, whisper to your ear, draw in pen across our backs,
heaven is bare skin, bare skin,

there is a knife on the floor, i could use my feet, but i dont, i keep still,
i dont even try to cut the rope, i stay rooted like a tree
until the chair falls over and everything once again becomes wet

all the girls and boys ladies and gentlemen are fish, look at their clothes, so sparkly, the colours, the shimmer, the scales,
we are all under the water in this teeming ocean of life?

Sirens mermaids, ive not gone mad, sing

dive right in, out of the chair swim below the floorboards of Waterstones, follow the hammer and feather last dropped on the moon,
sink at exactly the same time together, no gravity

swim as far as you can then a little bit further
come meet the cat whisker people who live in mock tudor houses below your feet

those sleek haired red cloaked creatures in nose more rats than cats
walk in shabby circles, dance without moving
when you ask them
have you always been here?
is it alright that im here?
"yes" they will reply "yes"

only breath can be held for just so long
Waterstones will be closing soon
today is not the day to drown
so its time to say goodbye
swim, on the way pass the sinking feather
see the hammer floating on top o the ocean
back to being tied up in the chair

the lady who couldn't get her mouse to work is long gone

pussy slips off the dark mask of silk
takes out the cotton gag whispers into your ear
"there are books on shelves with broken spines"
where shall we swim to next?