For the Commonwealth and the Queen - Eleventh He Reaches London

Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there’s vomit from my pen

Laid

Out

On my bed

Paralyzed dreaming of death

Oh the summer how we cantered proud

Of each other, proud of the summer

Hair

Drape down like capes

Tangled in

Knots, covered in sand

Ohhh tangled we get, through tangents of

Death

Spiraling colours through black holes of culture

I wait…

For ribs

To part, reach in and pull out beating organs

And throw the mess to the

Curious blank of the

Two of us whom started, til two of us got square

We sat

And shook like homeless

And reluctantly dissolved

Into the social vacuum

Lesser when we left deprived

And lay vacantly

The two of us got started

Then the two of us got square

And rid the woe between us

By fucking hard and

Drinking equally

For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs

And

Throw the mess to the curious blank of the

Two of us whom started, til two of

Us got square

We sat and shook like homeless

Then Stood and reluctantly

Dissolved

To the vestige of our state

That observes like flightless

Owls

While the men drink and note their words to Commonwealth and the

Queen

We rely in our mother and our sister that are there to keep our

Heads

While the men fight like lions, for the Commonwealth and the Queen

Know no men who are lions

Boasting or showing symptoms of life

Live for

Themselves but not die for the Queen

Men are not lions

Blessed nor

Confident and living for blood

Proud of the summer and kissed by the

Sword

That killed off our common sense

The owls and lions are proof

And

How I drank, vomited common sense

Oh destoroyer, I’ve grown up too

Fast

And how I hung breaking my vertebrae

Held in my fists were the letter

To owls

In Soho, In Soho, In Soho

See how I hung?

I drank myself to

Choice

For the Commonwealth and the Queen

In Soho, In Soho, In Soho

See

How I hung

I gave up on love

For the Commonwealth and the Queen

In Soho

In Soho, In Soho

See how I hung?

I drank myself to choice

For the

Commonwealth and the Queen

In Soho, In Soho, In Soho

See how I hung?

I’d

Light up on stage

For the Commonwealth and the Queen

My mother lost her

Way

And my sister turned away

The system got the best of us

And that

System tore the rhythm from our hearts