Rhymes for The Bethinblack

A speshal collectshun by Kevin Mitchell.


Index

Adrift In The Void
Aoife Effort

beth@asitmay

Grow Y'self

Is It Absurd? Is It Mundane?

Medication

Nobody Comes

Private World of Darkness

Silly Silly Man
Song for Bethan

The Enfield Girl
The Loneliest Monk
This Machine Kills Fashion

Wishful Thinking

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This Machine Kills Fashion

Teh madgurlz back n brimmin wid de hat
Lady Two-Bob bit n she givin it all dat
Goin wiv dis unsophisticated bis
Mate ya lager got warm n lost all its fizz

Fired-up, grim, stoned on treacle
Some animals appear more equal
Closer dan in teh rear view mirror
Squeegee ya 3rd eye n it become clearer

Heartthrob, ramrod, given gift from God
She none of dose tings, but o wot cob
Speakin outta turn wid tongue in ya cheek-well
Watch ya tailpipe or dere won’t be a sequel

Like the-Earth-be-inherited-by-the-meek sell
We’re goin straight down in a cart running pell-mell
Tryin to get even thru runnin odd
Like a pair o pease puddings on teh Pequod

Name ya price n then make it dearer
There no gun in ma pocket – I’m not da king leerer
Couldn’t be more sure like a bucketful o sea shells
Me got no tattoos, just Airfix decals

Sittin’ on u throne like teh Queen Liz
Sicker dan a problem page outta Viz
Teh turn-out-de-light bridage charge you like VAT
But dey got da wrong end cos u no street brat

Yew speshal
So speshal
Gotta hav sum of yor atenshun
If yew can spare teh deficit

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Is It Absurd? Is It Mundane?

Go, go Super Cassie
Go, girl, go
Uh-oh Super Cassie
No, girl, no
Your heart is tugging to
But your head is pulling fro
So shiver timbers, Super Cassie
Time to steal the show

What’s it all about
If not going with the flow?
Never heard such nonsense
She said speaking like a pro
Amateur hour’s over
You cuppa sloppy joe
I crave the Moon on a stick
And my blast-off count’s zero

Dipped a toe in the water
It made your feet all aglow
Now it’s lapping at your waist
And you’re cool’s about to blow
They’re screaming from the bleachers
Like someone’s in the know
Throw another double
And it’s straight to jail you go

On the enchanted roundabout
Your head is spinning slow
Inside you’re sliding down a snake
That’s tied up in a bow
Plant a magic bean
Just to watch the stalk grow
Or trade back for your milt chow
A jar of pickled woe

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Private World of Darkness

Direct messaged
Cruel, cruel recidivist world
Talks too much
Says too little
Won’t let go, won’t let go
Appreciation
Understanding
Not withstanding
Strange footsteps on the landing.
Critical, unthinking
The black-grained sands of night
Yield not to them
Be there no sinking

If you can’t make a voice call
Then texting will do
If you can’t send an text message
God bless you

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Song for Bethan

Bethan
O Bethan
Every time I think of you I’m in Heaven
There’s nothing I can do
It’s crazy, but it’s true
Bethan, I love you

Bethan
O Bethan
You’re above my yardarm before eleven
And I raise my glass to you
Sweet as the morning dew
Bethan, I love you

When I see your face, there is a zing
As there goes another heart string
I just hope you feel the same way too

Bethan
O Bethan
The others – you make me forget them
They simply don’t come through
Not worthy as my boo
Bethan, I love you

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Silly Silly Man

He only wants to fill her heart with joy
Silly silly man
He’ll launch a thousand ships for his Helen of Troy
He’s a silly silly man
Such a silly silly man

Opportunity comes once a blue moon
For the silly silly man
He’s hankering to show her his favourite spoon
Is the silly silly man
Such a silly silly man

Silly man
King of the mockabillies
Wanders lonely as a clown
Silly man
Wears a crown of daffadowndillies
Down to the lake to drown
Silly, silly, silly
Silly, silly, silly man

An empty wooden horse with the mind of a toy
Silly silly man
He sees just a girl and just a boy
He’s a silly silly man
Such a silly silly man

Feels more than just that song from Brigadoon
Does the silly silly man
Guided by the seeing-eye peacock plume
He’s a silly silly man
What a silly silly man

He writes fondly of his favourite pets
Sometimes he performs tricks with cigarettes
Likes to think that he’s the master of plan
But you know that he’s just a silly silly man

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Aoife Effort

Tossed I – a rudderless ship
Amidst your tempestuous whim
Raging abyss
Cede loco motive
“Burn & Die”
The battle-cry of impatience
Acton stations
Call to alms

Some notions come quickly
Others slow
Me down too
“To go,” two say
To stay man over-bored
Sinking
In the drink
Thinking

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Wishful Thinking

If I could solve all your problems in a flash
I’d reduce the world to a pile of smoking ash
To stop it rotting your health
Sucking the words from your mouth
Doing an unsponsored off-your-trolley dash

If I could always be right there for you
I’d sit in the corner – your personal untamed shrew
Ready to keep you well amped
In the times you feel cramped
As reality stays sick and turns blue

If I could sell my very soul to find a cure
I’d do it to furnish you with a future that endures
One free of black mental warts
With verruca-salted thoughts
A clear run with a heart and mind so pure

And if I can do but none of those things
Come Death, embrace me with your sweetest sting
For I tire of being held
In this living skin shroud
While all about the madness it doth cling

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The Enfield Girl

140 characters screaming in your head
If they don’t find release
You’re all going to end up in a bitter place
Or so it has been said
By the fools who know nothing of this world
They can’t comprehend what it’s like
To have your soul unheld
But lay claim to don’ts and dos for the Enfield girl

They’re taking down the bunting yet your dreams remain unfurled
Make claim they’re a lot darker now
As you loose phlegm and bile at the worm’s eye view of the man in the street
Because the fools who know nothing of this world
They can’t comprehend of the hike
That’s your journey through life
Or to walk a mile in the boots of the Enfield girl

Stick around if you choose
Not to lose your mind and become one of them
There’s all the time
To hate all the people and hate all the things
Watch them downed by rosied-rings
Like scabrous scales, they fall from they eyes of the Enfield girl

As she watches from the ledge – the Enfield girl
The Enfield girl in the corner at the end of the world
Behold – give thanks and praise to the Enfield girl

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Nobody Comes

Embrace entropic process
Existential psyche-rot
From core to exoskeletal aura
Paining the numb
Myriad dirty needle points
Of silenced anguish
Scream no lover’s name
The unencountered for
Stained bloody mull spice
Drip-drain ice impassion
Bargained plea collar
Outer demons, inner faeries
Disordered spectrometer
Decaffeined
Blank comfort unweaned

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Medication*

Medication
Medication
Self-medication: that’s what you need
If you want to feel not least
If you want to beat the beast
Self-medication’s what you need
If you want to be a wrecked nos taker

*With apologies to Roy Castle

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Adrift In The Void

She came awake in my night-time
Skipped barefoot ebullience throughout:
The naked anguish of my void cast out.
Smothered me with kaleidoscopic ambition:
Absorbed mindful in her thrall.

Neither Sylvia Plath nor sociopath
Perhaps, maybe, Medusa raft?
Drifting to complete ruin

Milk me with your transcending cosmic essence,
Like vampiric osmosis through the languid sheen of black-dog night.

Carried to the frontiers: crazed, parched and starved
Human experience cannibalises the weakest
Slaughters mutineers

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Grow Y'self*

Bethan be dismayed
Bethan D, she sighs
Dying Enfield – again she feels defiled

Bethan be dismayed
Bethan D, she sighs
Dying Enfield – again she feels defiled

Played your spoof
Dazed all yoof
Raised your roof
100% proof

Played your spoof
Dazed all yoof
Raised your roof
100% proof

Clean your teeth and wash your ears
The hardest sum is the bubbliest gum

Decontrol yourself  (troll yourself)
Know yourself  (extol yourself)
Unplateau yourself  (grow yourself)

Decontrol yourself  (troll yourself)
Know yourself  (extol yourself)
Unplateau yourself  (grow yourself)

*With apologies to Manic Street Preachers

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The Loneliest Monk

As before your altered state I kneel
(Temporarily estranged from the every-day rigors of my vow by the intoxicating vicarious whiff of your sweet down-home insanity)
Fragrance weeps from your golden narcissus trumpet:
An infinite sadness to a world where assumptions exist to be made;
The strings of the heart, they are cruelly played

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beth@asitmay

Tumbling, we fall as snake-eyed die
En-route the light fantastic we trip, to wailing amniotic sax
Bumbling, we besmirch our devoid lye
Waltzing uncuckolded we dip, into molten slivered wax

Bathetically seeking hyper-deflation stalks
Our souls, divine; so philosophic, had at it all
In contorted union we snook-cock walk
The faux sophisticate mad man's masked-ball

No deconstructing our coil: immortal for our affliction
Tempestuous, stormy: electrified
It lives on, phantasmagorical - born of your reflection
Reuptake inhibited, the synapse deep fried

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