Written 1995 to 1996

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Part 1



It's in. It's got home


From the past week's roam


The light's on, could mean the shyte's on


Full blast. No quiet for me, maybe a pub instead


Or headphones, to drown out the noise of the tosser junkie overhead


 

Made it! Quietly past the window


One day it will open and…. what will he throw?


It could mean a war, there's been petrol bombs on the grass before


As long as it's his blood that's shed


The imbecile junkie overhead


 

Someone might be upset


But no one round here would fret


No one likes gangs and thugs, his contacts for his drugs


'No warra meen?' They can pump him full of lead


Bullets and/or injection(s), the blasted junkie overhead



 

He wants a gun himself, that's his drool


My deciphering, from the nonsense ranting of the fool


Guns make us loveable Not…. cliff-shoveable?


With this gun hell and I wed


'Get a death' Junkie Overhead


 


The other day, firemen found his flat unoccupied


To my bitter dismay, I thought he'd died


His syringes were all out, just no nutcase about


My patience has long gone, I only see red


Suffering the pathetic junkie overhead


 


A pipe had burst


So it hadn't happened…. (the worst?)


Back to shoutings and screechings, yobo preachings


The world must listen to what must be said….


And played, by the oracle junkie overhead

 

 

 

This should really never have happened though


Some kids grow up and, (Some!) don't care if they go


No future guaranteed, enthusiasm is in dire need


Instead of a consumer vision, of life to be led


He's settled for the compost heap, the junkie overhead


 


Quiet so far….


Except…. is it…. a police car?


Pigs don't fly. (When in need, no sign of the breed)


It's quiet though, could be under a bed


A churchyard flower bed - 'Here lies Junkie Overhead'


 


I'll settle down gently, or baby may rise and cry….


"Anarchy!" "Peace and Freedom!" A hypocritical blotch against the sky


With snarling music in the background, on the railings he'll pound


I wish he'd pound his head. Until he be dead.


I'd have to get that on film…. 'Junkikaze Overhead'



 

A huge Roman catapult, to throw rocks


Into his flat, and then scorpions! Insect blocks!


I'll advertise in the window of the vets, for unwanted vicious pets


Anarchy for these, tool! After a week without being fed


Would anyone hear anything different? - a crazed junkie overhead

 

 

I could unbuild his flat


Few bricks by few bricks, no more than that


So zonked out of his tree, he'd think it was the LSD


Won't need any more drugs, he'll feel really ahead


But a sick-to-death me, with Consciously Altered Ex-Junkie overhead



 

I'll have to post this to him


It might be a cure, might give his brain a trim


Overhead Junkie….. that's strange…. another total derange….


Best rhyme I've ever read


Posted to me….. Maybe there is someone 'overhead'!



 


Part 2


I was beginning to decline


I heard it right….


The man that was Out o' sight


Hasn't vanished from our existence, and is somewhere in the distance!!!


Homing in on the old opium shack


Not for nostalgia, Overhead Junkie will be back


 


A few months rehabilitation


'Wish it was reincarnation


A hedgehog would have been apt, for his sins,


easy to recognize the syringe-like pins


Slow enough for a sledge hammer whack


Maybe not, don't know how God'd send it back



 

The present pain-in-the-ane, girlfriend as well


I think is only on 'mary-jane', but it's still hell


Strangers, and my garden's an ash tray


fag and joint ends, soil blanked out by the day


Dealers? 'look scum enough, mustering, recruiting a pack


A blood tie. Of the drac that's coming back



 

Here two months, and in sight the predictable war


What keeps me most riled - the favourite Nudge 'n' Jab the floor


They test my sanity, show madness in me


I've sleep 'talked', sleep broken, and I think sleep hurled. But to sleep hack….


Cut the torment to size. A minus-two for when IT gets back



 

We're mustering our ranks too, the sufferers of the infection


I'm the one they worry, my surroundings serve the poxes protection


At the first sighting, as quick as lightning….


Assess the job, and crowbar each skull a crack


Work Experience. Or a real-life rehearsal for the performance, heading back


 

Suddenly, a scuffle for all to view….


A window smashed, an assembling juvenile gangster-crew….


Spluttering hoodlum rites and jostled witless, they slunk away scared shitless


With one in the cells, beginning to 'give a fak'


Failing henchmen (and her)…. wait 'till your founder gets back….



 

Emerging from a doorway, and a week before schedule….


Greeting with threats and insults, it's Mr. Wonderfool


His face a bruise, the colours would make a boxer cringe


Long dead. Animated by the God Syringe?


Pity. (If death's no tomb for this quack)


Resurrect…. Kick back…. Resurrect…. Kick back….



 

So again, round here is the haunt of the blasted narc-horse mug


The hovering, polluting, brainless, plonkin' pussy plug


He spouts 'dickhead' and 'cockend'


and in the circles of deadend…. soon to become a legend?


Maybe, though I doubt he'll shrug off this attack


Do us a favour…. pour a triple weed killer, and knock it back.



 



Part 3


Declining further



And do those feet at unearthly times….


Kick and shove me in his vicious, lunatic mimes


Back again and chased off, the gangster play-pair


Looptool's returned from hiding, with new tactics for the lair


A get-well jaunt, or a break with his watching envoys?


'Beyond Control name With-helld'…. a student in the art of noise



 

He doesn't need to try.


A fly in the ointment when up in the sky


Singing and murmuring as he zombies about


Nocturnal, a blunderer of the most devout


Above me, a restless child in a nursery of toys


The entirety of his lone, zonked brain cell - repeat if makes a noise



 

The treacled path is flooded to my neck….


Government cuts? (only enough for nerves, in a wreck)


By the book I need to abide, but barefaced black-is-white pushes me aside


While the landlords wait in a frigid poise….


"More evidence" ("Overhead Junkie Poetry Please. Write off the noise")



 

A cask of petrol, to enter the window by crane


Departed on the track….'Acquiring a light from a train'


Cat-of-Nine-Razor-Flails, until chipped bones and bloody entrails


Eternity holds the bounds of these forbidden joys


Pylon-charged door handle…. incinerate the noise



 

So by the book I draft the final threat….


An end to this, or for court we are set


Tantrum commotions and remarks for me to hear,


then the clouds swiftly begin to clear….


Cured at last, or the wearing tactics he employs?


Heads or Tails, Yeas or Nays, Peace or Noise….



Noise.



 

He was evicted by the housing association, presumably because there were many witnesses to an incident.




And guess what? (Part 4)


The meddling 'Bong-Genie' has granted my secret wish


Rover, predator, make way for this Fish


Forgive me dear God in heaven! For this excretion summoned to Flat Eleven….


Jump for me fry, or to you there's woe to come,


You've guessed my name…. Fe…. Fi…. Flood your flat…. Fo…. Fum….



Growing numbers are craving for a Part Four.


We have the introductory verse.

 

At this point I didn't go on further with it except making it into a PVC bound card booklet entitled Druggie Antidope (ISBN 978-0-9527294-7-1). I delivered a copy to the new 'big fish'.