GRAND-MASTER-PLAN

Just some words put together in a sequence - give 'em a read!

F**k, the tiniest fibre of my ever-present fragility and mortality; bodily broken, spiritually ‘soaken’

Ain’t life been a real long rain? Running down the windowpane

To say we could have only ever weaved poetry from it; didn’t have a choice �"

we were put upon it/

I was damned as a dove misplaced… out of your infinite embrace… because Nietzsche had

killed you long before I came around

Flashes of lighting, thunder sounds Like a cosmic bell,

ringing from the depths of hell  He never got round to a conquering>

In another world I was a factory boy or a fisherman,

part of some grand master plan Getting the grub on the table

for my dearest Cain and Abel}

a watery grave for me �" gruff hands that no pen did see

I would have toiled out to my cloud white bones, no weeds in the garden

Overgrown No stanzas Bonanza

Empty echoes of melancholy post-YOU society