| Death-Wish Day |
| Bed a sodden crypt encase a thousand sterile lies Four million selflish whispers are running-down supplies Coffee choke my own vomit - sweet acrid smell of rest Escape for the malignant benefits those who are left No more revolutions - all my hope has mutinied Endless worthless cause chained my spirit to a weed Devotion to the rhythm - the heart drumming in vain Euthanasia the only cease-fire for my pain Glorious defeat heroic loser masochistic lamb Never recovered has he ever really left the pram? Fuhrer Freikorps volley end the death-sentence of 'life'? Pyromaniac extinction maybe the meat-cleaving knife? Bed a sodden crypt encase a thousand sterile lies Four million selflish whispers are running-down supplies Coffee choke my own vomit - sweet acrid smell of rest Escape for the malignant benefits those who are left Open-mouthed congregation sing same hymns every hour Always praying to nothing for release of the coward Silent stoning of the condemned stare for all the world Plath re-born to die again with her tombstone unfurled Sinner is humbled - everyone else so perfect now Arise Mr Wonderful go kill the fattened cow Coffee choke your own vomit - sweet acrid smell of rest Escape for the malignant benefits those who are left |
| 23rd May 1999 |