paisley ties flap up over shoulders & homicide
hats roll along the dark underground railway
lines/ in a cheap suit's chase through the
central station tunnel of love/ the detectives
are after the bad guys/ in the tunnel of the
wind & trains/ they plough through dark
space like locomotives/ moving towards the
dim yellow lights of wynyard or town hall/
or the breeze & rumble before the crushing
trains come jamming in/ my father fell down
a man hole/ the red rattler chopped up black
stones & the dead wooden sleepers overhead/
another time he was pressed against the side of
a tunnel/ he closed his eyes/ feeling the wind
brush against his cheek/ one inch forward to
be smashed/ i wasn't there to witness it/ but i
flew through the underground tunnels/ hurled
at top speed past eons of time & space/ i felt
the hell of the world inside myself/ i became
heavy like a cannon ball/ fast like a bullet/ i
drew my fucking gun all the fucking time/ i was
burning beyond imagining/ my mind torched
& corrupt/ my breath the shot blast/ i love the
detectives/ the dysfunctional family/ craving
wrong kind of attention/ you don't know which
way they're going to turn, nice or nasty/ they are
as cunning as shithouse rats/ in touch with
society/ linked to the real world/ we are meant
to respect them but none of us do/ so like kids
we rebel & then we get punished/ sooner or
later we must learn that they don't really love
us/ & that we are ultimately alone/ basically
the police (even the ones who had the good
intentions) are doing a job/ & they don't give
a fuck/ just like my mother & father playing
the role of parents/ children without nurturing
become brats/ naughty little adults/ don't try
& find your parents who neglected you through
the force/ don't go into them hoping for a safe
family environment from which to start again/
it wont work/ there is no safe place/ look out
for trains/ or you'll get your head knocked off
your shoulders/ don't trust anyone & never
admit to anything/ you're not a child anymore/
they'll lock you up so harden up/ like you had
to when you were in the bassinet/ punch them
out in infants & primary/ if you must make their
noses bleed to survive yourself you can do it/
adult society is a dirty little public school/ you
should know by now/ should have learnt the
hard way/ a long time ago
