Worldwar Hiding in reeds & corn From the soldiers I am in the cave You are worth more to the cause alive They said to me Boring as violence Life is a dream Dream baby dream Denounce the world Unveil the world Sharpen the knife and it breaks easy God is the biggest bitch A friend to all is a friend to no one No one |
Power Red white rose in hand He surveys the land He knows it’s his He’s got the power Strange ways about that man Strange world we’re living in and this world is ours Life is good when you want everything you have Taking into your own hands Hanging nonces, eating rich If I can’t afford it I hate it You can't afford to miss this I can’t afford to go on like this |
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Alphabet A did anything for chocolate B was born with her heart on the right C poured a candle on Colin D read her diary out on the tram E is an expert at fobbing police F went to her own funeral G saw a ghost in the refuge H’s father was a housewife I has almost every illness J makes jewellery out of teeth K could only kiss women L’s left hand pointed to the moon M got into modern dance N has no next of kin O calls them her ostrich boots P protects the small & meek Q is queen of the universe R found a rat nailed to the door S always wanted to wear a sari T loves TV & T-Rex U’s U.C. was slashed again V has a very good time W pissed on a war memorial X was x-communicated Y asks Y is this happening? Z said zero regrets |
Pepsi cola addicts I am I, I am you I am Jennifer you are June I am you, you are I You are Jennifer I am June Some Romans canonised me sometime in the 4th Century Are you girls working? No tears on the beat please Disco dancing with the captives Wigs and chewing gum, whiskey and petrol bombs Pepsi cola addicts in cold tenements Express our distress don’t we deserve it? We made a pact, the pact made us Squeeze the mirror pieces into a closed fist Confession booth toilet Ears to theatre doors As I chew, my food will win It feels as real as a film |
Considerations At my feet a windfall drops and I wonder what I’ve done wrong I kick the apple away blunting it on my boot I’m not a hunter-gatherer I haven’t been one for a hundred thousand years There’s no need for that now please I come home and wash a cartoon memory of childhood, in the sink A lachrymatory vial that nothing in particular commissioned I pause to consider my hands Nails defend but they crucify also Don’t crucify me please There’s no need for that now please Please please please help me please I’m okay I’m okay No need |
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Outlaw disco The stars green and purple they glow Like pinwheels they flicker Their mobilised, shining revolutions Buffing pages gold with a stone Animal tooth Making ink from burnt bone Strength to go alone It is my broom it is my dream It is my nightmare it’s my secret key Sling mud, tar, feather, and banish Your empire will be a dead fish |
God's lonely man He used to drive an army jeep Bottle-green and army-hard While the generals he hated so fiercely Slept on the surface Jagger squawks on the radio He doesn’t think about the guy who dove Off the barracks building roof The radio sings Go home in the limo the company gave you like a bad memory past restaurants you can’t afford Soon you will show them life isn’t fair You can take it out on your children In the feel of a leather wheel Pearl in an oyster When you drive all your life, your teeth are many Peppered with black cavities O How he loathed the Russians But did he hate them more for Destroying his beloved country Or for making the worst cars he’d ever seen? Loneliness followed him his whole life everywhere | ||||
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No roses It was all mirage But my body knows This gin’s an elixir My hot-knife tears One of the rubies My chamber gaze Truth can be a magic key It also chained me Ancient yoke Dirty joke Lick-sealed the invite But earthquake hands Green lights needless My brimstone spew Should’ve waged a war My stop-red shame Atlantic slipped its pill Tasted pearly and real From sea-spell awake |
Small beautiful flooded palace Torii burn vermillion Mishima’s St. Sebastian Neon grows dim No dive bars on mountains Home, dog with a bone I suffered punchlines Sickbed enshrined Inari rain washed Sordid Spring memories melt Far off in blue-green trees Help me be pure Like gold and ginger tea |
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I should have been a musician Lay me in a bed that’s made of hydrangea flowers I used to talk to them in the backyard for hours Not a single word about god will be allowed Not a word about paradise will be pronounced Do you know about the witch who chewed her burial shroud Causing ill and disease in a nearby town? |
The first divorcée One day I can be like a man and I can hurt someone other than myself Intelligence is leaking from my eyes as I pull a bone out of me Who was the first divorcée? I don’t speak in pornography But do you remember Eurydice? Look at me you can erase me I feel it happen every day There’s a new divorcée every day They’re pulling the rings off of their fingers I’ve become one without ever marrying, without ever swallowing a jewel Sex is dead and we sift through the wreckage Cataloguing it’s our last thrill |
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