Percy Wells «back« [Apple Tree] [Extempt Piece] [The Green Equilibrium] [Prayer of the Passive Suicidal] [Uninspired]

The elusive and odd Percy Wells (1982-?) is rumored to publish his words and drawings from inside the confines of a mental hospital somewhere in the heart of Europe. Officially he is said to reside in Germany as a quiet, young intellectual keeping an alias and obsessing over privacy. Whatever the case, he's mysterious and I enjoy his poetic side more than anything else, particular the pieces on this page. :::Apple Tree::: Apple tree, You're growing pears Something just ain't right upstairs. Let me see a fallen fruit, See what gives you this repute. Oh apple tree, It's just not right, You're growing pears, And in the night. Might I pick a leaf from you? To understand the things you do? Apple tree, How dare you grow. You're growing pears, And in the snow. Might I tear a branch away, To help you find the better way? Apple tree, How dare you live! And all you've got is pears to give! I'm sorry, but this has to be--- I cut you down, to try to see Why you weren't like all the rest, The secrets that your shade possessed. Poor apple tree, You were once fine, With your pears, And twisted mind. Apple tree, We couldn't love you. Sorry thing, we were above you. Apple tree, you couldn't learn, You're made of wood, and meant to burn. Apple tree, we let you die. Perhaps your pears would care to cry. [top] :::Extempt Piece::: "Shiver, oh shiver, And shudder," she said, "Quiver, bitch, quiver, Sick lover, near dead." Be brazen and bad, Take his hand? Yes I shall. Be morbid, and sad, Stroke his hand? Yes I shall. On top, for the last, Were the pretty unreal, She would such spell cast, As to make the world feel That for all and for none, It should make this come true... Your being with me, and my being with you. [top] :::The Green Equilibrium::: She beckons the hopelessly mad and artistic With non-sadistic nor masochistic, Yet desired and therefore acquired, abuse. And disease is a reason, it's not an excuse. Non-magnetite lodestone! Ha, what a name. Whatever you call us, we're all just the same- That being different, as orange from blue, And why we are "we" is debatable, too. Though consequently, you keep us stamped, But look - on your rules I purposely tramped! (Insert evil grin, and giggles and glee) I'm a crafty lil dybbuk, you'll never catch me. And my Psapphocal friend here shall teach me to fly And I'll jump off this roof and I'll teach you to cry, And... this didn't start with indignation... Apologies. Commence elation Once again, and forevermore- Your compliance in this is all I implore. *From "Psychovomit; ethanol emetic" [top] :::Prayer of the Passive Suicidal::: Now I lay me down awake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. And if I sleep and wake alive, I pray the Lord I don't survive. [top] :::uninspired::: listening in on thoughts and dreams, thoughts are tapped and sleep is wired. more dangered than safe as it seems, i'm losing my mind, i've been uninspired. espresso burns into my nerves, whence came this need it to acquire, whatever purpose hell swore it serves escapes me now, i've been uninspired. gave up on those wishes, the things i'd desired, im too superstitious, ive been uninspired. the absinthe i've tipped, and the muses all fired, of brilliance schnell stripped, i've been uninspired. [top]