Crispy Bacon Pig Skin

CRISPY BACON PIG SKIN

All in all a holiday would help
Money in pocket, fake tan plentiful
Beer, vodka, sunfactor zero, vegetable oil
Fried skin like pigs, crispy bacon

Skin cancer, not a fear
Death feared, nulled, numbed
Saltwater, pool, sunburn
Holiday romance makes way for holiday lust

Oh look, no beauty
Oh look, they are one of us
We eat nothing different
We try nothing different
We do what we do
Every week, every day, just somewhere else

All in all a holiday means nothing
Last minute, do it again
Teletext/obsolete
Go on the net, get away again
(Precious moments become commonplace)

(Written on the 13th June 2009)

(c) Shane Simmons 2009

Staved From Silence

STAVED FROM SILENCE

Saline, pumped full of vitamins
Strength for the weakened, fallen
Drip, drop, drab surroundings
Make you count up inevitables

So silence take me
So silence take me
So words break me
So silence take me

Healing, when death is near
Pills, shocks, you choose?
Perhaps not, forced upon you
Can you really count upon inevitables?

So silence grant me
Some peace I beg thee
My mouth is drying
So silence take me

We hand in hand in hand
Around the sides to protect
God, where are you now
We shall move into place

The dark, the saline
The deep depths of now nothing
If you want to stay
Why make them do too?

(Written on the 29th June 2009)

(c) Shane Simmons 2009

The Usurper

THE USURPER

Into his arms they fell
Like plagues slowly fell
And failed to see under their feet
The ground, it fell

Swept up, in a whirl of dust
Tornado torrents, torrential flows
And rivers guided paths through
Landscapes which sharply changed

And at the edge they stood
Watching the world drive away
In a car the size of a Buick
Now left, alone...

Onto his palms they fell
Solemnly, one by one, fell
And though they see all clear
Still, they fell

(Written on the 4th July 2009)

(c) Shane Simmons 2009