He dines on endangered animals in the Harbour Century

The Heroin King of the Harbour Century

He walks through the piazza, the children swarm

“Mr Mr” they squeal, my mother, she’s sick

He holds a small box, filled with bills

He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might

Agents of their half moon

One buys medicine

One buys blocks

One buys sticks

One buys flowers

The crown prince buys flowers

His field of flowers is bleeding

The executed’s chair is soft

The executer’s chair is hard

I am the heroin king of the piazza

I am the heroin king of the harbour

The porcelain pillow

The reclining chair

The dirt floor

The executive suite

The farmers yurt

The fixers fortress of french provincial glass and steel,

The window seat on the slowest train to purgatory,

Standing room only

Nod off, smile, the clanging metal sounds

You are the opium serf of the hour

He is the heroin king of the piazza

The cargo ship enters the harbour

In his spare time the captain paints vaginas

His boys can move girls

Furniture, white goods, chemicals

Homes for the transient

Transport homes for the transient

And then I found where the old pervert conducts his business

Leave it be leave it be

Yellow teeth, yellow eyes, yellow bellies

All give way to a never ending white

You are the heroin king of the piazza

You are the heroin king of the harbour

You are the heroin king of the piazza

You are the heroin king of the harbour



A Harbour Century

An Inlet Hour

Can’t light the fire

With wet sticks

You are the heroin king of the piazza

A statue of a man eating dragon scares the children

A man can eat a dragon and his loins will scare the women

His car is an aquarium

Rotting sea creatures make their graves

Placed there by messengers

Angels and sirens

Very important people

VIP rooms smell of piss and potential

The ecstasy of chance flickers

Golden Dragon Lounge

The arousal of certainty flickers

Girls girls girls

It’s all there for you to take

Lose it all and win big



Incense fills the 2 dollar shop air

Fake flowers, fake guns and fake capital

Cash only

You’ll get caught on the mirror if you try anything stupid

Very important people

Fucking loser

You are

A tigers nest, the secrets to wealth creation,

How to dominate all power situations,

With faith healing, rent seeking, lotus eating, enlightenment and new clothes

That’s a brave little militia killing not for honour

For chemicals and minerals

For someone else

For something to do

For new robes

For priests or hierophants

To build towers somewhere

For the rent seekers to house the fortune tellers.

For the fortune tellers to remove the century long hex

Ruining the luck of gnomes

Who years ago learnt the secrets to wealth creation

The children bite the concrete

You bite the train wheel

Under the slowest train to purgatory

Running adjacent to the dirtiest river I’ve ever seen

It serves a purpose he thinks, unlike some

Multi Levels, Market Gardens, Rose Gardens

Stench

Golden Dragon Temple

Sit still and try not to think about what you’re missing out on

The delights of the old country beckon

But there was no ice age here.

So you are richer and your mouth is stuffed with lotuses

Once you would beheaded for that

The old scrub, remnants of a frontier makes way for the towers and another port

Where a brave militia should have killed

A degenerate or a legend stalks in the remaining hill

He watches as she sleeps

In his spare time the captain paints vaginas

But the crown prince grows flowers

Return to the bar, return to the dock

I love the city and I love the water and I love the bottom of the harbour where I live.

I love the girls and I love the police and I love the inspectors inspecting stacks.

I love the blue century restaurant with the backrooms and no cameras.

I love the plots, I love the paranoia, I don't have any. I love the land.

I love the mystery gardens where she grows the roses and buries the girls and plants the spawn.

I love the liver, I love the cognac, I ordered maotai, abalone, sea cucumber, lamb, pigeon. snails, frogs, snow crab, mermaids, sirens, whores, men, dragons, gold, ground beef, and a city human to bow to my garden. I didn’t finish, I didn’t start.

Somewhere to put my star? A moon to pull her tide?

I love the lights, I love the city night, I love the century, I love the angel, I love the gold, I love the jade, I love the horses, I love the chance I love the vip, I love the watches telling the time for the women, I love the veneration. I love the beasts locked up behind friendly fences with cameras that follow everything anywhere.

Auspicious signs are telling me it's all ok. Everything I’ve done has been right so far.

Love.

It's all ok, it’s all ok,

He’s yelling at you asking for money, he’s right you’re wrong

Maybe we should all kneel and hope for the best

As that’s the service I expect only the best

And he knows you’re never going to amount to as much as a hole in the side of mountain

But at least you have an enchanting way of conducting business.

Enchanting way. Enchanting way.

An enchanting way of being thrown overboard with pockets filled with birds.

An enchanting way of pleasing old men.

An enchanting way of using being used

An enchanting way with eyes teeth and light

An enchanting way with power

An enchanting way with water

You are the heroin king of the harbour

I made a snuff film at the beach

Everybody sat down to watch

It was a fake but to me it felt real

The people I killed weren’t real

They were just shadows of my wealth

Everyone left quickly, Everyone left quickly,

He stabbed himself in the stomach, his entrails fell to the floor for the inspectors to inspect.

To prove he wasn’t on drugs.

Where is the heroin?

Where is the food?

Where is the milk?

Where are the receipts for the half dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue century restaurant, silently run by the clothes cleaners, silently run by the rug importers, silently run by the pomegranate orchard, silently run by the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping dragon gentlemen's lounge, silently run by the vip, silently run by the lucky gnome casino, silently run by the fishermen, silently run by the submarines, silently run by the sea nemesis, silently run by the fish, silently run by the sleep, silently run by the algae bloom, silently run by the boilerman, silently run by the fear, silently run by the children, silently run by the frogmen, silently run by oxygen tanks, silently run by the nursing home, silently run by the blood, silently run by the brothel, silently run by the importer, silently run by statues, silently run by eunuchs, silently run by the executive, silently run by the manure experiment, silently run by the liars, silently run by the master mariner, silently run by the fast cars, silently run by fossils, silently run by the eastern asteroid, silently run by the road pavers, silently run by the used car salesman, silently run by the new car salesman, silently run by the mayor, silently run by his uncle, silently run by his whore of a wife, silently run by desire, silently run by that big fucking sign advertising used cars, silently run by the horse breeder, silently run by the chief of police, silently run by his mistress, silently run by the pimp, silently run by the hat shop, silently run by the weightlifting champion of 1958, silently run by the scientists, silently run by the wealth fund, silently run by that other government, silently run by the prince’s 2nd cousin, silently run by monks, silently run by a military, silently run the factory, silently run by the mines, silently run by the tribe, silently run by the heroin king, loudly run by honour, loudly run by pride, loudly run by the 17 deadly sins,
loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car, decapitating the liar that was big game hunting with nothing but a stick plucked from a tree planted by spirits so weak they can’t even grow flowers and are stuck lying on his driveway, my clean drugless guts splayed over his red and blue, yellow belly, headless body.