Yoodoosee - Jam Baxter, Mowgli

In the morning i stretch, yawn and reflect

On the lucid illusions i saw as i slept, like

Plumes of pollution that pour from the depths

Of this beautiful fusion of cause and effect, like

Man hits face, and face hits floor

Act this waste, and stay this poor

Smack fist, brace for the traipse in store

Tryna hack this chain with a make-shift saw

As the days bring war

Poor little loon on a slave-ship

Moored to an orbiting moon

On the rain-kid shores of a haunted lagoon

Where the stray pigs squawk an inaudible tune

Gormless buffoon

Eyes in a copper cup

Swapping them for pints with the flies at the dog and duck

Bottom’s up

Call time then i’m mopping up lies

Like a drop of blood sliced from a rotten gut

My what a spot of luck

The drizzlers cease

I’ll be chilling as the winds bring the blistering heat

Sizzling the innards of the lizards and sheep

That wriggle in the inner limits of a city of freaks

A mythical beast

Like the skunk-eyed botanist

Looking for a knife i can cut my losses with

Sun-dried promises stunk like rotten fish

Tongue-tied, hopping this crumb-sized monolith

Straight shaking, like a skag fiend

Fondling the face of his page-three vaccine

Face these bad dreams, make tea, chat breeze

Jam lean, chained to an HD flatscreen

Traipse these backstreets lightly

I boot through blue goo

This is what my psyche’s reduced to

You see as i see and i see as you do

Do you, i’ll do me, slimy as puke stew