Johnny takes Metaphorazine. Every clockwork day. Says it burns his house down, with a haircut made of wings. You could say he eats a problem. You could say he strokes his thrill. Every clingfilm evening, climb inside a little pill. Intoxicate the feelings. Play those skull-piano blues. Johnny takes Metaphorazine.
He’s a dog.
RobDudley.co.uk
the personal website of Rob C W Dudley
it should become more clear when the next verses are published. And I can’t take credit for writing it – it’s by a guy called Jeff Noon who is easily one of my favourite authors.
Part two, coming up
Okay, maybe it’s just because I’m a Yank but I haven’t the foggiest what that’s about.