Friday, 24 August 2012

Drive on















Glorious
Dark
Grey lid
Pressed
Hard down
Over night

Sodium
Lit
Tungsten-
Bled
Golden
Silver rays

Driving in
Seas
Soaked
Rain
Road and
River bed

Shot through
Wet
High speed
Hard
Driving
Pressing

Hydroplane
Death
(they said)
Aqua
Planing
(Those fuckers)

For twenty
Years
I forgot
How much
Fun it
All is!


Wednesday, 22 August 2012

No we can't

Every day,
Do one thing
That wholly
Scars
You.

Think 
Differently.
Be beaten,
Buy,
iSaps. 

S&M, felt
Through
Your mouth,
Not in
Your hand.

Feel the
Fear and
Reconsider.
Just,
Stop it. 
 
 

 

Yo Mama

"Didn't your
Mother ever
Tell you
That its

Rude to
Put your
Feet on
A chair?"

"No."

(Of course
She did.
But I'm
Forty two

So you
Can go
Fuck !
Yourself.)
 

 

I shit, breathe, cry, puke, spit




I SHIT:
Constipated
Prehistoric Venus
Steatopygic nuggets.

I BREATHE:
Over-proof holy spirits
Fire-water cold pressed
From blessed dancing pigeons.

I CRY:
Stainless steel tears
Mechanistic determination
Stubborn biologic computation

I PUKE:
Vivid imprecations
Sweet sour incantations
All the spells of babbling on.

I SPIT:
Stirred slick children
Sets of seeds in Noahs arcs
Infestations of love and life.