Bastard by Tamra Smith

He called me a methadone fetus

Said I was no more than brittle tooth and bone

He said that I am a product of my own upbringing and that I deserve to die

Then he put a pillow over my face and held it down

The dog pissed with fear

He jumped up and kicked the dog

Why did he have to kick the dog like that?

life in ashton by Tamra Smith

I sleep sometimes in a wet field of flowers

At one with the earth







I watch away time ticking by



some kind of reality that melts into itself

and fades away

like the burning embers of a firefly

Spilt salt

stings my wounds

I float upon a dead sea

I settle like dust floating in the vacuum of the universe




still as death itself

Yet the twenty four hour muscle

still beats

Like the tick tick ticking of a clock

that never stops

like angry ants marching

beyond eternal bone

Ignorance is no excuse

trapped in this small town

Mentally baked on the inside

without decisive decisions made


Rolling in a fishnet laughably feeling secure in knowledge

Not knowing when you’re gonna die

when the axe drops

when the heart stops

stopping at great speed

I stumble past the mortuary

Hail stoning

I hear the workers laughing as they

wheel round bodies

Silence fell upon them

As i peeked in

kultur by Tamra Smith

When I was born addicted to smack

Thank God there was no such thing as crack

No child was as confused as me

Fed me in the womb with L.S.D

I survived twas my destiny to

Open my eyes and look right at you

Seeing stars, seeing colours, i’m blind

Drawn to sounds of the guitar, I find

My Daddy drunk, playing that guitar

He drank at home and not at the bar

He liked his gear, so he had to hide

He smoked it in doors until he died

So long ago, he’s a lost soul now

Find my Daddy, no I don’t know how

I’ve been to the sky, I’ve been to the sun

Paralysed heart, I let my mind run

I’m like my mama, dead in my bed

She’s alright when she’s right off her head

At night we raise spirits from the dead

Listen to what dead people have said

Talk to my brother, dream his reply

My sister, I didn’t want to die

There are toxic fumes inside my lungs

I’m happy with the feeling they’ve brung

Drugs won’t kill me, but life might yet

Not if what I want I always get

Where am I if I’m not getting high

Just another suicide, goodbye cruel world, goodbye

This drug culture, I’m the work of it

This drug culture, it’s a fucking hit