It’s 2015 [W.I.P]

I mulled over a amusing sight on my box today
A perfect time capsule in the form of trash daytime sitcoms
A youth archetype slung out into the streets
Pushed into the career safari of the ‘real world’

What a stretch from a world only 20 years since
Those who crave for success and for glory
And those who crave the sunlight and the air
Can never exist in tandem, never again

Cos it’s 2015, daddy dearest
And we can only grab success, stuck in our cages
Cos it’s 2015 Mummsie
And now a day spent in Vitamin D is a day wasted
Cos it’s 2015 Grandaddyo
And I’ve never felt more social then on the inside
Cos it’s fucking the 3rd of August 2015!
And an existence outside: now a sure sign of slacking off

– Lnc0

In Duality [W.I.P]

Another bitter passing on the digitised hall way
A chat to the entrepreneurs and golf owners
As I rest my head on my knees
On the glass floor below, dreading the work on the field
Another bitter taste of a dead brand
Her eyes fall like [bowling balls] on a bungee charity dive
The Greek alphabet in your alphabetti spaghetti?
She can’t believe her bloody rotten luck

I’m dishing out a bread crumb trail from myself
At the tail end of a royal family banquet
They ain’t got a damn thing on me anymore
The flake on the fussy kids whippy, leave on the side
It won’t bother us if none of it got on the cream
I heard you can get ones without if you just ask!
If I just asked, I bloody asked, I asked again and again
I made my body into a neon sign pointer
And pointed it to the decaying state of my cranium
I am defined by duality, it’s written on my face, I’m two-faced
But in the lonely throw of the night time
Selective sight seems to inflicted the whole nation
Can you change it? Will you change it?
If they just got to know me will the slots come up different?
No it’s a con, a fixed game all along, you knew that
I can’t help the visage of death knocking on my door
Even when hands tied in the love hotel
One side bloated, the other dying of hunger
Side-A a cringy love song, Side-B a nocturne of disappear
I live my life in fucking duality
A Summertime 7 inch with no bleak underbelly
It’s an ideal we’ve all been taught to crave
But what of us that live their lives in duality
The singularity leads to silent nights in
Staring at gluttony in action
One side fed, the other sacrificed to an Oxfam advert
I live my life with the burden of duality
A sentence to never be happy, a life of imbalance

– Lnc0

Decaying Crush

Just an up and coming 23 year old at the age of 22
Neither a spike or a crash in the market
A bottle of tacs, A packet of razor blades
Covered with inoffensive watercolour openers
The thin veiled marketing never fooled her
Not for a second, oh no, no
Totin’ a falcons eye, and a talons mind

You leave me shaking two and fro on your dashboard
You leave black tar in the cracks of the concrete
Before creating a timeline with the glands in your fingers
Nonchalantly letting is drip and spill into my system
Along with the corrosive air you pour down my tongue
I’m being slowly murdered from the inside
Every cell fading away for dust feels like a birthday surprise
Every aneurysm, like the vanilla swirly on a summers day
But I couldn’t feel more like a kidney on the ice
The way she discards me on the worn clothes chair
Until the cold wind blows towards her spine
Signifying I’m needed once again
Not the colourful Christmas jumper
Or the silky sleek leather jacket
But the tattered used denim jacket
Something about it’s general futility pique her interest
Attire that fails it’s only intended purpose
But damn it looks good falling down her shoulders
And it feels good brushing up against her arms
Desired in bursts, but never given away
I’m her Cola syrup lollipop inbetween meals
Like a torrential force of nature
There’s no directing her course

– Lnc0

Irrelevant

Oh I’ve never felt so irrelevant in my life
Like a Scooby Doo sticker covered in fluff under the settee
Stuck gathering moss under the covers of the shadows
It’s been so bleeding long since I’ve set foot out here
With the humans, the social, the cultures, the oxygen
I can’t begin to relate to the models parading the streets
The pubs don’t sell my drink anymore
The bars don’t play my songs anymore
No one says ‘kicking about’ anymore
I don’t belong on the outside anymore

But I can’t stay secluded anymore
All my old roommates have left the couch by now
Not content with the dust they’ve entered their cocoons
Metamorphosed into a Footballer’s sticker
Paraded among many a child’s collection world wide over
I can only seem to shift into a Street Sharks set
At least it was warm under the chairs
On the streets, it’s cold and wet and full of dog piss

I remember the old days, the glory, the infamy
A heard of smiling faces to my left
A horde of sneering mugs to my right
Not even a eyebrow lift as a enter the room
They don’t welcome unfamiliarity
“That’s not the way WE have fun these days
Fun is experienced in this shape and form twat!”
They heckle and spill drinks on your shirt till you leave

I’m 22, not a 35 year old Bhs sales man
Unaware of the ways of the young hearts
Truffle Shuffling to the Harlem Shake
What happened? When did everyone get so cold
When did everyone stop having fun
When did I get so Irrelevant?

– Lnc0

The Inconvenient Youth [Aggy first draft]

Oh man you hate me don’t you?
I feel the tremors your golden plated artificial organs
You look at me on the street like a living cancer
Toting rags we’ve masqueraded as fashion
Look at him with the shoes on his feet
Look at him with the charisma in his psyche
You feel it’s not enough isn’t it?
All that moola you make from leaching of papa’s gut
That 6 figure cash drop you did fuck all to earn
You deserve that more then I deserve the Tesco’s everyday on my plate

You hate me don’t you?
You hate the way I have to take charity to survive
Hate the way I can still thrive in my suffering
Despise the way I get more from my ability to converse
What you couldn’t get from your 12 inch Gucci branded magic hand
Designed to inspire kinship in the masses
A gap in your balance just to get people to know your alive
I can garner that shit with my plastic in the minuses

God you hate me don’t you?
Hate the way I crack your view of a perfect society
The way I make you afraid for the well being of your future kids
The way I crush the glasses and make you see
The carnage you leave in your wake in your pursuit of a comfy life
That pesky tax bill in the way of another TOWIE fitness DVD
That pesky tax in the way of florescent lights for your car
That pesky tax bill that can save someone from sleeping on the gutters
That pesky tax bill that us ‘frauds’ have to fucking cough up on too
Semi-luxury? Fuck I’d hate me too

Shit man you reeeaalllyy hate me right?
I’m just another number on your balance sheet
Just another raindrop on your conscience right?
Remember when we could just gorge gorge gorge without can fucking guilt?
God I’m such a nuisance I feel it
Every one with paper in their wallets patrolling the streets
I see it in their looks they want me dead
If I was murdered in my sleep that’s one less kid on the dole
If I stopped breathing that’s more tax to go on the MP’s new car
If my heart stopped beating that’s one less vote against the wealthy

Stop the fucking pleasantries you HATE me I know it
You’d love nothing me to see me layed out on the streets
Choking on the air begging for crumbs
Fuck why even wait?
Come round at night and choke me in my bed
Smell that fucking tax cut as you feel the oxygen leave my trachea through your fingers
See the life drop from my eyes hear me choke in my sleep
But fuck it just another bum on the dole right?
Another less student to demonize
One less to antagonize when you learn they don’t align with the blue
One less to blame for your shit grades and crappy job
One less too force into the labour you wouldn’t do for gold, for just peanuts

Fuck your background or your family name
You fucking hate me but we’re the fucking same!
The destroyed youth squirmed under the heel of a boot
How can you not feel sympathy for your like?
When young people aren’t even on young people’s side what the fuck is wrong with everything!?
Who the fuck isn’t an enemy around here anymore?

– Lnc0

Attached [2015 Edit]

Teetering on your chair, toting a mugshot
That only your hitman could reveal in
On the night where the skies opened and the piss flowed
The shine clawing it’s way through the clouds, the night
To place a spotlight on your fretting character
Guiding me through the stairs and corridors

I could see your silhouette drenched in the nerves
Like a magnum melting on the seashore
Each bullet comes down with a thunderous crash
As your trying and kickstart that beat up Herse
A drink knocked out of your hands, a stride to the yard
A stain on the dashboard, a repugnant disgrace

I could sense that frustration from a mile away
There’s no climbing out of a wreckage like that
Misty eyed, stranded and shit out of luck
Hey, if you need a ride why not drive around in mine?
You were promised a cruise tonight and I’ll happily provide
I’ll take you round those curves she never could

How am I?
Nevermind
It’s never been on my mind
Pay no mind about mine

So I towed you back onto the freeway
50 miles down the boarder, there’s no going back now
I’ve dreamed of this feeling travelling up my skin
Ever since I walked through that door tonight

If only you could’ve felt my lips burn
Whenever yours came into my mind
It reduces years of cognitive thinking
Into a slave of mindless impulses

But even with this beating livewire
I know theres not much a girl like me do
But I know there’s one thing I can do
Something only a woman could do

So sit back
Enjoy the ride
Turn off your mind, I’ll be kind
I’m fine, as long as your mine

– Lnc0

A rewrite of this oldie

Anti The Anti Anti

I’m so anti, anti movement, anti perspiration, anti anything
Anti leaving, anti sleeping, anti anything, stay in anti
Don’t move, don’t sing, don’t come alive
The anti’s of that, they will come out in force
That way you drink your coffee in the morning aggravates me
That anti milk in your anti spoon, just cast it away
Consider the anti’s when you wave thorough life
The anti’s up the ante when you anti their calls
You dare skirt 5 meters near that feather with that skin
Don’t claim anti on my words, I’m not anti that skin
I just can’t anti my skin, and I’m totally anti that
You can’t anti that, you’ll become the anti anti!
I’m anti even trying to compete with that logic
I wouldn’t want them dirty anti’s to my name
Clogging up the gaps in my jacket
I’m anti jacket, I’m anti life, I’m anti the ending of all suffering
Did I become that, did I anti the process of being anti?
Was I just born anti? Anti juices dripping of my skull?
Destined by my skin colour to become the anti?
Can’t I anti that anti? Without become the anti anti?
I’d do anything to stay away from the anti anits, I’m anti that
I’m the anti anti anti, but I’m just so tired
I’m tired of all forms of anti, I can’t handle the antis
I just want some pro’s so the day isn’t so anti anymore
If your anti this, then your anti that!
Your anti’s are clogging up my kitchen floor!
So just call me the anti anti anti anti
I’m anti any of this noise

– Lnc0

Hateful Sonatta

You are the honey in my cardiac arrest
You are the Taffy in my asphyxiation
You are the sugar in my hypothermia
You are the chocolate in my haemorrhaging
Each drop that lands on my fingers
Sends me each shuffle closer to expiration
Each fragment you rip of me
Gathers dust on a pile in the basement
You are the maggots in my Granny Smith
You are the mildew in my bathroom suite
You are the cancer in my major graduate
You are the salmonella in my bake sale
Each trace of poison I carry in me
Get’s charitably shared throughout my community
Each glimmer of light I spy inside you
Turns into a siren light by the cliff-side
Yet each chance I get to side step you
I choose to play ignorant
What else is there to do on a Sunday afternoon
After staring bug eye’d at the window, ogling buffoons

– Lnc0

Coast Crush

Cat’s eyes, a bow, emerald earnings and a rabbit tooth necklace
A black dice bracelet, a Minnie Mouse pin,
A goats skull tattoo, and a pitch black dose of Manic Panic
Just some of the tools you use to fish-hook my attention in the cafeteria
As the light ricochets from your jade skull ring
And preforms a calypso radiance, through the rabble and catches my eyes

2 set’s, a drama class and a lack of knowledge of Manson’s discography
The only things that separated us from beyond the nod in the hallway
The wit of the tongue spies a cobblestone path through mutual friends
And drunkenly made brothers, that was laid out before me
But if I ever got to your door how could I captivate you?
A lexicon of lullabies and artistry vs. a note left on the fridge

But I can’t keep my mind out of the picture show
A 24 hour double feature of maybe’s and possibles
Of spending 3.50 on a return to the coast
Cross-legged in your room in our Sunday Best
Sing-songing along to Nicole Dollganger
Under the porcelain surveillance of your doll collection
And your lemon and lime bearing predecessor
Gulping down the sour taste of the looming Pythagoras homework

You could send that weary neck off to lunch for a while
Put my shoulder blades to the test outside the tourist trap
Comparing toy capsule trinkets and penguin bar one liners
Turning a blind eye and letting the weekend roll away
Maybe I could ignite the Stella bottle and make you a fireworks show
Ignoring the niggling boundaries of reality
Maybe we could take the next coach out of town
Ignoring the fact this is all still a day dream
I never left the screening, still stuck to the chewing gum in my seat
No amount of accidental bumps between lessons can turn this into a documentary

A documentary that would end with a stroll from the Cod-boy And Son’s
After spending my mum’s bus money on rounds of Soul Blade
And onslaught of red hue revealing the lizard contacts in your eyes
As we pick up the pace, your way to outrun the curfew
Spend the rest of the night sing-a-longing to Nicole Dollganger
“Yeah my baby has a baby, but it’s not me”

A peanut butter sandwich and Yazoo milkshake later I get out my seat
Slogg my arse empty handed to get grilled in double science
We pass glances at the exit, as you head to double drama
Swallow another day where we stay as we are: Strangers

– Lnc0

VI – The Lovers

It would’ve been so easy y’know?
The oak was in clear sight at the cross roads, my number 12
By this point I could’ve had ‘em pecking seeds out of my palms
My sense of fulfilment appropriately enough: full and my purpose clear
Kick my heels up at the mounts resort and await 13 to take it away
But to think what I’d lose in the process…

I’d miss all the time you’ve called me a two-bit cunt
As the red shell connects with peaches rear wheels

I’d miss all the intense colliding of bunions
As traumatic as the plates beneath California
As we feast on peanut butter sandwiches and milkshake in the park

I’d miss the times your nashers have sunk into my arm
As I trace the lights shine around your Jugulum
During the closer of a drunken summer festival

I’d miss the surge of the heat as we project;
An impressive form of shadow play on the tent walls
For any music lovers passing by to see
Accompanied by the sounds of J.T echoing from the main stage

I’d miss the ways that your eyes dilate as I outline;
My predictions for the ends of this Journey
Eye that believe I can and wants to bare witness

I’d miss wiping away your tears from my shirt
As we collectively take the strike to our emotions
By a scenario writers attempt on our brazen personae

There isn’t a prize, a title, salary, career
An inflated sense of fulfilment, ego or self esteem
That could be worth your absence
Anything worth doing is worth doing
With you illuminating the view, my number 6

– Lnc0

Dedicated to Esme