Sherriff - Jam Baxter

Quiet at the back.

When you flick that switch your skies will collapse.

Not mine cuz

Seems you can’t shrug off the fog like us.

Keep your insides well stocked like

us

I’ve seen where lines on rocks wind up.

Wet footprints in the hot white dust

They swan dived off my mind by the hundred.

Memory dissolved in my god like guts

I hang with the drinkers, vandals and infants.

Ice cold ghouls, with the

gangrenous fingers

Twisting detachable limbs, on the floor, Brain soon to be sold as a hand full

of giblets

Ears still ring from the screams of a wildly theatrical mistress

So tonight’s front page reads full scale melt down captured in pictures

That was last year’s par, this week’s winner, next year’s fossil

I sat and wondered, who rented the space in your skull as a rundown high street

brothel?

Mind boggles.

Dregs of the eighteenth bottle.

The last drip fizzed on my tongue

I slunk out, fried the earth in hot fat, and rolled back for a nuclear winter

at one

Squint at the sun.

Snake tail held in my finger and thumb.

Drooling at noon

The thick soggy air brought saw tooth bugs, that would slurp at his brain like

gruel with a spoon

Drink our riders.

Rolled up fivers.

Sit inside, sweat wrapped, back and suck

nitrous

You will never see a statue in our likeness, carved on a cliff face basking in

silence

Yeah.yeah.

Death had the weirdest face id seen in a while

Like he ain’t had a dream in a while

Greeting his guests with a scream and a smile

Flea bitten child spews litres of bile

I walked in… Cool water feature

Cool water feature… Ain’t staying here

Ain’t walking either

Little more sleep.

Little more tequila