A Pill Named Death
Self-portraits and portraits of memory,
Numerous notables I am not able to remember,
The barman at a hostel, cabbies at Paddington, the laughing policemen,
The thick and thin stink of places,
It passes through sometimes, like a travelling circus,
Last night I confused a self-portrait with a portrait,
A painted tear ran down,
Then I realised it was me,
The tear tasted like the sea,
Jamais Vu,
Don't recognise myself, I don't know what to do,
Pity myself probably, then paint the portrait of it,
Self-portrait I meant,
Forget it...
Just fling those spirits at me,
Kick through the canvas,
Stick your head through,
Encapsulate the experience to a pill for me,
A pill named death
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