the Phoenix Couple - JLG Clift

The worthless drones

From hopeless homes

Chant pointless lines

In perfect time

They mourn for her

The heartless whore

It makes my fucking stomach stir

I’m all alone

No fucking home

No fucking land

To hold my hand

No country song

To chant along

WITH THEM

She broke my heart

The fucking tart

The fucking cheek

To fucking speak

She sits and cries

Spills fucking lies

Into my ears

Sheds crock skin tears

Onto my bed

Into my head

She can’t be here

She’s fucking dead

WITH THEM

It’s gone to shit

The lot of it

I’m looking down

From higher ground

Watch you leave

In fucking heaps

Hit the ground

No fucking sound

Just fucking mounds

And fucking mounds

And I am not

WITH THEM

The last man stands

On no man’s land

No one to hold

His fucking hand

I look the wreck

Too lost to check

The fucking text

Upon the screen

If I had

I would have seen

The last words she

Fucking said:

‘I wish you’d all

Drop fucking dead

I cannot take

You in my head

I shall not die

I shall not wed

The fucking man

In the fucking sand

Proclaiming his love

Unto the land

I cannot stand

I cannot stand

The nicest souls

Meant for mine

They think I am

So fucking divine

I’m not I’m not I’m not

That girl

I do not take the bitter

World with virgin eyes

And a tender mind

All I see is

Fucking lies

And fucking lies

And fucking cheats

And fucking freaks

I cannot take

This fucking heat

I cannot stand

I cannot stand

Get out of the

fucking Sand

You Loathsome Man

I do not wish

To live my life

With you in this

Fucking land

Nor fucking here

Nor fucking there

Or mother-fucking anywhere

I merely want

To eek along

I do not care

For your fucking songs

And sugared words

And infant eyes

You’re fucking great

I’m fucking lies

Bravo

Congrats

Surprise Surprise

You make me feel

This fucking way

There's nothing left

To fucking say

I cannot stand

I cannot stand

Don’t try to hold

My fucking hand

Leave me on

The fucking track

I want this world

To fade to black’

She falls into

The fucking pit

With every other

Piece of shit

There is no smile

Upon my face

In fact I feel

A fucking disgrace

I blame myself for

The fucking girl

Who shed those words

To burn the world

To burn my heart

And singe my soul

Make my thoughts

As black as coal

I want to dive in

To this fucking hole

But there’s no room

For me to loom

To fall into

My fucking doom

No fucking room

For timely demise

I walk the world

Her fucking lies

The only words

Inside my head

shadow vultures
pick the dead

but one amoung
glows cherry red

the Phoenix burning
feathers churning
on the winds flailing
her body failing
the rot scaling
the wings
strips the feathers
from the bones
she cries above
the constant yearning
never learning
i don't care

Anymore

she can scream
her rouge throat raw
until she falls
into the hole
her body burned
red turns to coal

and she does
and she has

And now she laughs

Down in the pit

For leaving me

This heap of shit

And I am trapped

WITH HER

WITH
NO ONE

WITH HER

Native Thoughts - JLG Clift

There is

a surge

an urge

a burn

a churn

a drive

that thrives

within my

soul

I am

failing

to control

this vibe

that courses

through

sub-

conscious realms

as a tribe

of need

they chant

for a breaking

as my

teacher

rants

about taking

the message of

mediocrity

'i must break free' but

his preaches persist

and are absorbed

by tribe-less minds


colonised

sterilised

victimised



I will not

become

one

of

them

Ode to a Teacher - JLG Clift

Facist swine
that
takes my wants
to wine and dine
doesn't have
to strive to
get what I
could never
afford
hoardes
everything
I ever
wanted


he keeps
them
in vaults

vaults that
run in
spirals down
Number 10
down his storage
towers above us
in every
poster
roars
in every
speech

But I've
 met him
looked down
at him
heard his
speech tumble
in
mumbles from
trembling lips

'Don't Hurt Me'
he stutters
in mutters

I wish I had

Public School Primitives - JLG Clift

Look around
see them
dragging
their
knuckles

PMs
Primitive Ministers

Yahoo

is a
compliment
to the
Eton chimps
that bang
their fists
on relic desks
that
serve as
altars for a
sacrifice
of reason

laws, wise words
are torn out
hurled
balled up they
leave simian grasps

fly from
right
to left

from left
to right

thuds
followed
by howls

that echo through

these hallowed
halls once housed
nation's fate

but no longer

look around
and i
see them
dragging
their
knuckles

our fate
is decided

we are all
lost in the
wake of

primitive
notions

forced
to
endure the
motions
of this
privileged
zoo

Stating the Obvious - JLG Clift

state of things

i am

we are

in
a
state

of things

cities full
of perishables
all of us
become
extensions
of our
things

sucked
into the
sludge

trapped
in our
shrines
to our stuff

waiting
to erode
into metropolis
paved over
to form
foundations

for more
states

and more things

sorry to

state
the obvious

but i must
for i feel
we have
been blinded
by materials
sealed our
eyes shut
out the

common sense

we don't need
common sense

we have
things
to
replace that

we have
things
to replace
everything

one day
we will have
a thing
to replace
ourselves

sorry
for stating
the obvious

Elective Destruction - JLG Clift

I give you

Grass, lovers, life, law, faith, poetry, man

Victory, song, sound, colour,

Purple green yellow orange black brown

 

 Red, white, blue

 

Thought

 

Progress

 

I give you

Suicide

Rot, death, wrecks, lies, sin, man, fractured

Lovers, baying for affection in the arms of another

False partner as

The American

 Dream roars in the guts of the

Cars racing in grumbles past their mo-

Tell us of vows now vacuous

Empty words

 

Retreat

 

Progress

 

Retreat

 

Thought’s trickle to the front of the

Mind

Too late to act

We are stumbling

We are crumbling

 

Light bursts through

The window of the motel as

The lost lovers intertwine

Impoverished

Once again

 

The roar of the

American

Dream

Engine

Is

With them,

Reaches for the western wall,

Stretches for the TV Set

Breaks the forth wall

Big Dreams are ploughing

Threw smaller dreams

Asunder

 

It’s voyage crushes

Tangled comforts

Thuds through the head

Boards the furniture to watch

The future

 

Big Dreams pounced on small

One

‘S

Mercy

Less

They had their eyes closed

They don’t look

 

They don’t look

At

Each other

 

They have never looked at each other

They will never

They are native

Paste on the

 

Arches of progress.

 

Engine parks up

Light hits the TV

Power

On

Power

Houses of American

Dreams pull up

To watch the

Show

 

It’s been a

Hell of a ride

 

Ladies, gentle

Men

 

I give you

Progress

 

I give you

 

 An Election Drive

Echos - JLG Clifft

do we
crumble
so
easily?

what have
we

become? nothing

absolutely
fucking
nothing

eek
our lives
away
hour by hour
apathy
incarnate

apathy
eternally

makes me
want to
bring
a shotgun
to school

make canyons
though the
thickness
of my
peers

send some
buckshot
facts
through
forgetful
fools

make them
see
feel
leak
wince
twitch
die

by the
truths
of
the void
between

 what
we are

and what

we
should
be

i watch
them become
ashamed
of our culture

the

raputre

of a

revelation

ruptures

their
bodies

travels
from the barrel
faster than
sound

it is
the fastest
thing
in existence
whistling
through
corridors

it is
thought

revelation
that
becomes
revolution

once stuck
in their
cattle
thick
skulls

it'd be
worth it

if it causes
someone
to have
 an
opinion

i will
take the
consequence

savaged
by
SWAT

have my brains
become
plaster on the wall
they line
me up against

a noble
exit
a martyrs
exit
to become
nothing
like everything
we are

but
at least
i tried

we
shut off
a long
time ago

saw the world
hand us everything
we could ever
want

and then
snatch it
away

to give to the few
that didn't
need

and we
couldn't
go
on

had to
create
comatose
states
to exist in

too much
pain to
go on
like we had

when we
held hands
and embraced
in fields
before
vanishing
beneath the
big
black
boots

of power

we
were trampled
became
part of the
earth we
protested
on our
bodies
lost

but the
words
linger

our revelations
echo
eternally

i hear
them

you hear
them

we
hear
them

but
we
are
scared

we have
seen
what happens

we have seen
too much
to dare
any
more

we deafen
ourselves

turn up
TOWIE

tune out
the thoughts
our
culture
was founded
on

we're
dominoes

waiting
for a
revelation
to spark
a revolution

one of words
and reason
met with
the force
of the revolted
rulers
but not
beaten
by it

we win

it
takes
one

just
one

they can't
catch us
all

like they

caught
 me

can they?