EUTHANASIA PARTY / TWENTY SEVEN

JAMES MASSIAH
1. PETROL, p. 03
2. ONE ORDER, p.05
3. A NEW SCENE (PIRATE
RADIO), p.08
4. CLOCKWORK CAPITALISM
(GOLDIGGA NIGGA SEEX BIG
FIGGA WIGGA), p.11
5. FALLEN SOLDIERS (PIMP’S
INVOCATION), p.13
6. KANE (IN THE ASTRAL
PLANE), p.15
7. SEVENTEEN, p.16
8. EUTHANASIA (KYSN), p.19
9. DEATHBED, p.21
10. R.I.P THE JACKER, p.22
11. STORY OF THE ITAL, p.24
12. SKULL AND PHONES, p.26
13. OPIATE, p.31
14. TREE OF LIFE, p.32
15. BABYFACE (STATE OF
IDAHO), p.35
16. CHANGELING, p.38
17. HARDWARE (RANXEROX),
p.41
18. OUIJA BOARD (18TH
BIRTHDAY), p.44
19. TOUSSAINT, p.47
20. LAMENTATIONS/PSALMS,
p.51
21. TWISTED (“YOU’RE TOO
HIGH TO LEAVE NOW!”), p.52
22. LATE NIGHT VILLAINY (19
LINES), p.55
23. HOW TO END A POEM (WE
ALL HAVE CHOICES), p.56
24. WE ARE E.D.I.E, p.58
25. RIDE OR DI, p.61
26. YOU AIN’T GOT TO GO
HOME, p.64
27. BACK TO THE SOURCE
(ABORTION), p.67
P. 2
 1 PETROL

2007 years after christ

many a young soul found their way
into the blissful afterlife
is death hell or paradise?

maybe tonight we’ll find out

if life will take me to the 27
or leave me to survive
another decade in this godforsaken place
with odd moments of joy
between the mundane
or downright miserable

what would your local stoic say?

maybe, “take this!”
“tastes like petrol!” someone said

P. 3
and, in fact

1. was stabbed at a petrol station in dagenham

2. stabbed on broadwater road tottenham
3. got a knife through the heart in st johns wood
(it was so full of love that it made no difference!)
4. was shot at streatham ice rink
5. was shot at home in peckham
6. was shot at home in clapham
7. was stabbed in the heart in hammersmith
8. was stabbed in plaistow
9. was stabbed in leytonstone
10. was stabbed to death in thornton heath
11. was stabbed in wood green
12. was stabbed in croydon
13. was stabbed at a party in beckenham
(the bass was banging)
 14. was shot at a pub in tottenham
15. was stabbed in ilford
16. was stabbed in islington
17. was shot in stockwell
18. was shot by a man on a motorbike in brixton over jewellery
19. was stabbed in newham
20. was stabbed in camberwell
21. was stabbed over a phone in plaistow
(the ringtone might have been a punk tune)
22. was shot in south east london
23. was shot in stoke newington
24. was beaten to death in canning town
25. was stabbed in stoke newington
26. was another stabbed in islington

many died otherwise

many died in later days
P. 4

many are still alive but

one was meant to die and never did
(which means they weren’t meant to die if you’re a determinist)
27. survived but now feels out of place
since the seismic shift not dying when you’re meant to (but not
meant to) does
death fucked up but is coming to collect
and now 27 contemplates suicide (from an intellectual stance)
while standing by the sink at house parties in south london
whilst singing songs from several genres
with the sons of stockbrokers and the daughters of executives
and the other numbers that slipped through the net
all trying to sing on beat in tune each note
but struggling because of the smoke
you were meant to fall off the edge of a knife
or walk in a straight line now you’re snorting life
and death is on it’s way
 2 ONE ORDER

i saw them all fall to the

shank shank and the bang bang
goddam! do re mi!

must be the music that saved him!

standing there watching the church choir
the hymn saved him
but it didn’t save him
the one dead on the ice rink

blood
everywhere!
10 years later
one alive in the all white party
there were no blacks!

P. 5
but there were the first time
when in february
the young soul flied to high heaven
in first class on a bullet train
that was carried off the rails

one by one they all fall

to the shank shank and the bang bang
but you will stand tall!
to be crippled by
class shift
i.d crisis
scan that shit!
bouncer’s free
order that one for me
take these and watch your worlds
 collide

as all the wannabes

pretend to be freaks
for the holy week

oh, how you - fly !

how the family tree - climbs!
i know you must - cry!
when the cameras - hide!

but wipe all the tears

with a fur sleeve
i pray a blessing over you all
and i pray you never fall
P. 6
P. 7
 3 A NEW SCENE (PIRATE RADIO)

a devil to you is an angel to me

hell to you is heaven to me
vice in ’97 is virtue in the year of the 26
and decades bring change like a slow bleed

a knife to a flesh wound

a few cells and some blood
falling to the ground to make their mark
but nature and time will make it fade

from plaits to a mohawk

from a hi top to dreadlocks
a t shirt with your face
in 10 years time
has the face of kate moss
P. 8

and a red box

from yellow brick and the red blocks

to the blue borough and gang green
to a new scene and an old saying:

“there is nothing new under the sun”

that’s why we started getting high!

and so we rise! all raving again
to shake off funeral the dust
to funky
on flex

found by mistake
on your ship’s pirate radio
but we all know life makes none
so do what you’ll do till its done
even the sun will have its day

P. 9
P. 1 0
4 CLOCKWORK CAPITALISM (GOLDIGGA
NIGGA SEEX BIGG FIGGA WIGGA)

longing for the lavishest shit

niggers like me just wanna be bathing in it
why? ‘cause montague’s
been turned into a capitalist over time!

fell in love with a t’ing from other side

now it’s all guns blazing!
someone’s gotta get paid!
and it’s gotta be your humble narrator
here for the money, the pretty polly, the paper
not as pretty as juliet, at least not yet
but give it time and they’ll be into it

these things go full circle just hold on tight

P. 1 1
your time will roll along
but as it rolls you will get old
and those belly rolls will come
you’ll be old!
and if you ain’t got money
you’ll be scum!
chewing gum on the shoe of the nhs or the met
unless you can magically multiply that pension
hideaway in a mansion or fly away
you dirty old pronoun

new shape pound

last race of the dogs
phwoar! look at that greyhound!
you could do with a cougar
with one foot in the kennel, gener
-ation game
 this is the last round!
and can you even be fucked to perform?

go on, give it a try, mr forsyth says

go for 10 more years pretending to be “normal”
and if you’re lucky you just might win the phantom prize

but you look dead in the eyes

money isn’t everything you know
maybe you should give it a rest
call it a night and go home
leave these catfish to network on their own
dock the ship and do eternal aeroplane mode
i see you longing for a place to call home
i see you longing for that peacefullest zone
P. 1 2
5 FALLEN SOLDIERS (PIMP’S
INVOCATION)

in this divided kingdom

let us honour our fallen!
they are they who had it not been for
we would not be!
and as we are in this undressed state
pause for a moment...
remember them...
now... why should it not be us?
to enjoy the spoils of fate?
for all is born of that beyond control!
we are but slaves of destiny! for
of all the lands
of all the lads
of all the clubs

P. 1 3
of all the beds
of all the bellies
of all the breasts
of all the nurses
of all the nests
of all the nuns
of every country
here are we!
lucky or unlucky to be alive
as the dead in their luck there lay
P. 1 4
6 KANE (IN THE ASTRAL PLANE)

are you beside me in the astral plane?

P. 1 5
i would be the luckiest number!
counting the flies around our remains
those bodies we left behind
down
under
 7 SEVENTEEN

lost your virginity at 17

now who’s the unlucky lady?/!
still a baby in the eyes of the law
or mature? not married yet
so not yes in the eyes of the lord!

same sex? so brave was you

to do what you do in the days
of channel u, twenty two!

how brazen of you to break the rules

of what people that look like you should do
of who people that look like you should screw
of what people that talk like you should take
of where people from your place should go
P. 1 6

so come along on that journey

to the back room of club life
where it all goes down
where skeletons are found
where death shows you a dancer
and you might risk it all right there
there are white bones everywhere!
funeral paraphernalia on the floor
death shows you a door through into eternity
breathe life through your nasal cavity
think not of the insanity this episode entails
death shows you a daughter before the setting sun
life will rise up inside of you and help you to make one
P. 1 7
P. 1 8
 8 EUTHANASIA (KYSN)

sex is murder / masturbation is suicide \

P. 1 9
each time i die / i come alive\
P. 2 0
 9 DEATHBED

you are constantly

trying to
adjust

it is as if you are
already
sleeping

or trying to
in the bed of a one night stand (!)

P. 2 1
on a night that is climbing in temperature

there’s hair in your face

there’s a spring making you fidget
there is someone you
are not too familiar with
in close proximity
and there are aspects of yourself
that you would like to keep in the dark

so shake a little. roll. and adjust.

until you finally rest
do thus
 10 R.I.P THE JACKER

#yofam
#notyet
#twoweeks
#atleast
#feelweak
#ofcourse
#coldshower
#cokebinge
#feelinghorny
#hadsex
#harderection
#softflesh
#wokeup
#sticheck
#stillclean
P. 2 2

#praisejesus
#neveragain
#justfriends
#hornyagain
#iknow
#ex-girlfriend
#uhoh
#ohno
#uhuh
#xhamster
 #yofam
#notyet
#justwait
#littlewhile
#itwill
#besweet
#sorryfam
#justrelax
#loadscreen
#spinningwheel
#bookmarkheaven
#faketaxi
#czechstreets
#publicnudity
#youngteen
#outdoorpregnant
#howprecious

P. 2 3
#howsweet
#outdoorcemetery
#littledeath
#windowclosed
#notdepressed
#notyet
#thiswas
#bestyet
#hellyes
#notdead
#atleast
#notyet
 11 STORY OF THE ITAL

for my crimes
i will hang by the neck until dead
and nut the biggest nut i’ve ever nutted in my life!

when my spine snaps

i’d like you to come
through the trapdoor
and massage me for the rest of eternity
while you read aloud the note that i wrote
on a hundred fifty pound notes
stuck together with sleep

will they publish me now?

have mercy on me!
for i am the deceased priest
P. 2 4

lying on the floor in the holy house

seventh day adventist on paper
but secretly a catholic
and she could tell!
now i’m dead in the water
‘cause she’s sweating!
making the most of the crucifix
before they deposit the body in a

coffin

spluttering
all the juice from the fast’s fruits
shirking my responsibility and
jerking one last time
i blame it on the nerves in my mind
dead and alive
 at the same time
but goddam!
i just wish that i could feel it!

P. 2 5
 12 SKULL AND PHONES

you should have been 10 years ago

should’ve been dead 20 years ago
but you’re here today and it is what it is

death will come for you like it came for the 26!
die now or in a few ticks, either way, it is what it is
death will come for you like it did for di’
and the thought of it might change the colour
of your bed sheets in the night!

you are the royal fresh heir to the throne

not quite ready to be pale white skull and bones

so tell me, kid -

tell me why you never take your eyes off that telephone?
P. 2 6

“well, to be or not to be that is the question my g

and it fucks with me eternally - but this here
is another world man - i can suspend the pain
for a few scrolls and at least wait the length of
a story before i hear mine read out
plus i’m waiting for my life man to holla back
so i can put that white powder on my face
and forget it all again” -

yo clown what’s up? you look down

i’ve seen you around - with that fake smile
your make up’s been coming off for a while
you’re thinking about that kid’s birthday
where you entertain the little version of yourself
and they stare back into your eyes and say
“nigger you’re gonna die!
what you gonna do with the rest of your life?”
 i can’t say i know kid - whether i die poor or rich
it is what it is - well or sick - free or stiff
what’s differential? we’re all just collateral
and then we die alone

it’s that mortgage, baby!

but at least you like house music! so dance your fears away
take two of these and call me when the clocks go back
a billion days to when everything was black
and white was just the life you hadn’t yet known
a light at the tunnel at end of your nose

P. 2 7
P. 2 8
P. 2 9
P. 3 0
 13 OPIATE

life is a drug that we are all addicted to

but it will kill you, eventually
in the meantime, young twenty seven
can enjoy it’s buzz and feel the blood
careering faster through the alleys of their anatomy
to backstreet bar to buckingham palace
to brixton to basement
we’re are all just trying to get high!
how did you do it 22? how did you seek it 23?
what was your virtuous vice?
how did you come down off life?
a computer game? a yoga class?
a can of fizzy? a concert? a prayer?
a run? a bike ride? a nice meal?
a magazine? a book? a fuck?

P. 3 1
how did you take your mind off of things?
how did you respond to the offer
when they said you could be free if you wanted to?
you could be a cold turkey begging for the easter break
or resurrect?
don’t wanna sleep quite yet?
you wanna party all night?
you wanna party on life?
well be my guest! your guess
is as bad as mine when it comes
what happens when you come to
i guess you can be glad that you came
down off the drug called life
high on life and high on ecstasy
i want you in the coffin next to me
spooning - ‘cause you’re the heroine who saved me
for these sins
 14 TREE OF LIFE

a blossoming tree
leaves
you speechless

“it’s so beautiful don’t even know what to say!”

“it’s pretty, isn’t it?”

at least you know you’re supposed to think it is

though it doesn’t quite fill you
with the same feelings you get from porn

the blossoming tree

sheds its fruits on the lawn
a bird flies down for a bite
P. 3 2

wouldn’t it be nice to fly? to eat for free?

what if this bird is tagged? turned to roadkill?
what if it’s a sophisticated drone come to check me out?

well, you’re just like me, little machine!

going to and fro
following commands from prior programming

this poem isn’t even mine!

it was written by a parasite
and i’m starting to think it wants its host to die!

i’ve never looked at blossoming trees

and found them to be objects
of admiration or desire until now, really...
 to hang from it
at my own hands
how empowering!
to choke on it’s fruit
whilst its sweetest juice
pours down my neck!
sweet sweet nectar
sweet as the song of the bird
in the third ear of a virgin
hearing a lover’s finger
for the first time!

feast on me!
begin with the worm and enjoy the wine
for tonight, we shall dine on the game!

P. 3 3
P. 3 4
 15 BABYFACE (STATE OF IDAHO)

27 is so indecisive!
either you is or is you ain’t
gonna settle down and have that baby?
you is 10 years too late to be chasing that tail!
and i don’t think you like prison!
but there is that of the state
and the prism of your mind
and oh how that light that shines therein reflects!
will you regret it with time if you do time?
will you mind when all the classes are vexed with you?
ask margaret about the miners when you get there!

P. 3 5
they knew there was a ground floor and a hard hat
but had no care for those laws
these fat cats with no fear of
the thunder
the lightning
the fire
the brimstone or
the consequences
but you do little 2 so mind the gap
and fall in line or jump onto the track
and shock your fellow passengers
as you feel the electricity of sin
running through you!
P. 3 6
P. 3 7
 16 CHANGELING

the first result in a search for “princess”

visits me in the small room
i remember the year
and i remember a cassette tape
of neneh cherry, sade, sting and the police
“slippery people” - talking heads

through it all comes the announcement

that another queen is dead...

all the conspiracy theories!

they say we’re away with the fairies
but they say titania wasn’t cool with
the changeling
P. 3 8

a king from the east builds a shrine

where in years to come you’ll go to buy
prada and all the devil’s wares

i do not resist

you were to come for me

had the spirits not held you down
in a tunnel by the seine
to finish what you had started

so many english hearts were

bro
 ken
that day
a few more for i and i
though i’m starting to feel as though
i’m already out of place

years will go by before you know

why you were assigned this number
hold tight for at least another decade

death was down for overtime

under the bridge where no one lives
temporary stars shine
and dazzle the kids
a sense of direction lost

frances daughter

P. 3 9
pays the ultimate price
but what is the cost of life?

depends on the weight of the

white

queen

is dead. she lives forever

no longer a subject of suffering
free from the burdens
the joys the cares
she’s one with the air
so high
so die
princess
di
P. 4 0
 17 HARDWARE (RANXEROX)

if you die tonight

you may never get to see
the next generation of robots
ones so good, you’d never have to worry about
overthink, overdrink or

underage

would get to the stage they won’t be overpriced

and you’d never have to worry about an overzealous lover
you’d just charge it up
tell it when to stop
or it can start if you want
it’ll never call you names
or say you’re frigid

P. 4 1
unless you want it to
and that’s how you get off
just switch it on and select the style
and get ready to get wild
you could trip the algorithm and program it to strip
or make it sit, clap and watch as you do
complimenting you on your performance or sitting in silence
you could even decide to introduce violence
but only to your taste
these machines have been tested now
they’re safe and predictable
unless you don’t want them to
tell you you’re amazing, that you’re wonderful, the only one
this one is a prototype serial number #00027
with a soft voice and a firm grip
 and a pipe and two holes and two mounds that’s adjustable
you’re in full control these things can procreate you know
you can decide the baby’s race, the features on its face

little andre, little andrea, little android, little androgyne

one small step to the bedroom

one giant leap for humankind
into a universe of liberation, coital nihilism
prosthetic penises and virtual vaginas
there are no sins here
and that sounds a lot like heaven
to me
P. 4 2
P. 4 3
 18 OUIJA BOARD
(18TH BIRTHDAY / JUNIOR JAM)

untied
unlocked
set free
like
six 1d 2i 3g 4i 5t 6s
free
call home for me
tell them how
i went down
because
i never did
life was a
big red secret
in see through plastic
P. 4 4

pink knickers
and a white line
a dot of cream
set you free
you’re clean again
you never sinned
you never sung
you never slept
out around
or married
give back the ring
and call me back
via ouija board
from henceforth
for now, i am free
that was her
that was him
now they’re all cold
 and rigor mort
wish we could
still talk talk
wish you had
the right sim
wish that you
were slim enough
to slip through
matter itself
dress size: 7.77
93
11
666
27
+44
that door is closed
the blood from my nose

P. 4 5
drips on the black screen of a white phone
these little birds will set us free
and then comes the crow to fly me home
after raving all night at the junior jam
with egon and edgar allen poe
i’m free now
they all know
that i’m safe
and i’m home
P. 4 6
19 TOUSSAINT

till sunrise
take stock
twenty seven

(take)

two sips
tell somebody
touch something

(tell)

tall sister
talk slowly
titty suck

P. 4 7
(talk)

too sick!
twist sideways
toussaint!

(twist)

to satan
to say
“terrible sins!”
“terrific sins!”

troubled saint
trying sinning
to sign
 two signatures

to swim!
to shore?
to sea!
two’s me!

to see
to see
to see
to see
P. 4 8
P. 4 9
P. 5 0
 20 LAMENTATIONS / PSALMS

if only a balloon
if only a mushroom
if only a gram of cocaine
if only an only
if only i wasn’t the only one lonely!
if only a dark web
if only a silk road
if only a moth
if only a butterfly

if only

P. 5 1
a beautiful member of staff
to comfort me in the
DJ booth of this dance!

if only a psalm 23
if only we could all just caaaalm down for a loooooong time!
if only i had a glass a dessert wine
if only a wind
if only a day
if only tonight
if only you’d stay
 21 TWISTED (YOU’RE TOO HIGH
TO LEAVE NOW!)

stick please around

i like the voice of your sound
and the way your moves body gets down!

if you appear dis

joy will part de
and sorrow will sit in your seat!

whose hand will i hold?

whose stroke will i back?
whose leg will i cross if you leave?

re verse all the happy

pass a different lyst cat a
P. 5 2

mind is melting into sire my

will can’t allow it

power all in my do to
keep you doing what you’re up to

down as we coming
rise as the sun is
sleep when do i in twenty seven minutes

just a couple more

then the journey is o’er
pray hope we convinced you to stick
P. 5 3
P. 5 4
22 LATE NIGHT VILLAINY (19 LINES)

go down on life one last time before day

softly, with your cheeks caressing the dust
breathe and hope that it will all be okay

when, in the morning, you both see a ray

don’t fret! make this the final one and just
go down on life one last time before day

coming up like smoke from the clear ashtray

commit to your sins, ignore their disgust!
breathe and hope that it will all be okay

my yout’, though not so young, slow the decay

take your tender fingers, remove the crust
go down on life one last time before day

P. 5 5
that tanqueray depresses you, you say
so switch up, or sip it still, you must
breathe and know that it will all be okay

on the bed with your crush, there as you lay

enjoying that boom before the great bust
go down on life one last time before day
breathe and know that it will all be okay
 23 HOW TO END A POEM
(WE ALL HAVE CHOICES)

there are as many ways to live a life

P. 5 6

as there are people living them

(there are so many ways to end a life
and so many people ending them)
P. 5 7
 24 WE ARE E.D(I.E)

doesn’t life look beautiful tonight in an all white dress!?

you’re on the top floor, it’s this loft party
you’re both so high! wouldn’t it be a good night to die?
i promise it’ll be a happy death
and camus would be proud!
it could be beautiful too! we’ll get some big director
to take control of the bullet in the news! get it shot
real nice! we’ll take shots in the meantime while
the dæmons and angels sort out the viral video
about the night you met your fate
100,000,000 views! your name will be the inspiration behind a
popular t shirt line and that will solidify your eternal fame!
the kids will say, “it was flames man, mad marouley like,
crazy stratum”
rapstars will immortalise you in song
P. 5 8

and the broad section of young people

that cares about what rapstars have to say
will honour you like kurt cobain! man, they’ll wear your shades!
and think about you as they sit in the sun getting high!
man, you could fly tonight! never have to worry about
another day
stick around for 10 more years at the least, if you want
 but have you got the stamina? this decade could be a drag
and there’s no guarantee you’ll see any of your dreams come true
and why live a lie? you know you’re not who they want you to
and you show each “they” a different face
picture yours on the silver screen and surf this final wave
life decays anyway why delay and witness a steady demise
when you could take full control and choose the day you die?
this night could be the one, it could be all done and lovely
white dusted
smart cookies bring their own biscuits party
and you’ve got enough to leave in peace
so sort the dysfunction with edie, i’m sure she’s down
she’s the same age so more than welcome in this club
and plus she’ll look great in the memorial portrait
she rides the white horse, death rides the pale
you ride the black one, red one’s for sale
think it may be getting bought from this police auction

P. 5 9
27 year old gang member stabbed to death
10 feet away from the door of club life
for his part in the postcode wars
an old rival’s coked up and md hallucinating
so chose tonight to settle the score
no more empty seats on this ride!
so... die! tonight! i reckon it would be just right!
P. 6 0
 25 RIDE OR DI

was it pdc? or lmd? or dgm? or dsn?

on channel u? aka tracks with hooks like gbh?
no! this ghb! 2cb! mdma! and 5 htp!
if you had crack cocaine
you’d be in the perfect state of mind for a robbery!
but this ain’t that sorry mate
you’re born to soon to be a new goon
born too late for the 28s
but just in time for 27 litres of liquid g with your co-d
you and i can be free!
take some and fly for the night
you can grab my shank in your hand
jerk it till you bleed
and ride me! ride me, baby! ride me! ride me
like a chariot through the sky!

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ride ride ride don’t die! oh! ride me till i die!
ride wid us? why me? why does
baby want to ride me? young jamie
with no principles? partying with his friend’s ex!
x of course! y?
generation-z girls don’t know “they don’t know”
but it don’t matter though!
cos you are so solid tonight! rock hard
you are the mega man no more sitting on
the edge of the bed thinking
when is this nigger gonna fuck me?
tonight is your night!
tonight is the night you come!
tonight is the night that you will rise my sun
i will set no wicked thing before mine eyes
only you, your majesty, my princess that will never die
riding through your tunnel grace jones style
 pulling up on that bumper pulling on those french plaits
trippin’ off an acid house tune
smiley face flashes in my eyes i can’t see
it’s all going dark! i can’t breathe!
too much life inside of me! o.d! oh deary me!
looks like i’ve made my choice rest with death
you and me twisted in the afterlife party
looking for more but can’t find none so we head home
head home with me! could be darkness or sunny
either way
we sleep
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 26 YOU AIN’T GOT TO GO HOME

the steady drip

the matrix blip
the nipple slip
the ketchup chip

the “you alright?”

the “how are you?”
the “am i fine!”
the “i am too!”

the little dance

the little ting
the little song
you gotta sing
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the open clause

the back to yours
the open doors
the wooden floors

the fire burns

the vinyl turns
the neighbours squirm
“they’ll never learn”

the other house

the party goes
the passion slows
and so we close
 the never land
the ever high
the gotta choose
the end is nigh

the twenty six

the seventeen
the days ahead
the memories

the day has come

the “did you come?”
the little death
the rising son

the brand new life

replaces yours

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the final fuck
the spirit soars!
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27 BACK TO THE SOURCE (ABORTION)

full rage
27 pumps
sometimes dies early when firing!
semi-auto
27’s bio is very graphic!
at times tragic
but this life?
magic!
what is your method most of the time?
because that’s when you’re acting!
how do you keep a straight face?
a dry eye? a closed nose? an open mind?
a deep throat? a shallow depth?
dive in!
ego (never) death

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ergo: my dough, her p’s
two cents, two pills.one cab
two friends, one key
walking wonkily into
the cubicle in corsica
five pounds entry
a few more rounds and you will see
some more straight lines!
“is this what he meant
when he said he saw devils?”
a few crystals in the elixir
how’s topaz for a mixer?
you’re passing on! but the mouse says, “chill!
don’t be a rat! don’t snitch on yourself
hold it down for this cat!”
 are you
ready to
pass thru
into
the big computer
where all programmes go?
breathe deep and dance slow
let me know when you know
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Euthanasia Party Twenty Seven
27 poems by James Massiah

Artwork Rachel Kate Noble - http://www.rachelnoble.com/

Design Cecilia Serafini - http://www.ceciliaserafini.com/
Animation Jude Marcella - http://cargocollective.com/judemarcella
Recording Cam Pickering - https://soundcloud.com/oemlmusic

Book set in Univers typeface -Roman, Black Extended and Condensed-.

Printed at Calverts Cooperative in London, 2017
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