Saturday, 30 January 2010

L

'come on baby'
light that fire
pass it this way.
need to get that high,
still have to drink so
much more

got to not stop
can't be caring about much
can't be told truths.
please hold my head
and
keep it under the water

Thursday, 28 January 2010

c

Gun, leather jacket, French, hold up, fuck up, bang, bang, blood, BLOOD, smash, piss, shit, piss,

Intermission

(Piano music)

Four gangsters sit on the floor leaking without a bucket

end.

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

L

tits!
tits i see
on a thin Ricci

delta and dust bowl and
a tribute to R.L.
niggas and moanin guitars
and a snake.

lets all get
down again in downtown.
losing is
nobody's fault but
my own. and that cunt dealer!

'best thing
to cure the blues,
is some
good pussy'!

n

drink up and hit
the chips
you cunt
font
times new roman!
gamble!
chip off the old block
ha.
10 down
shit.

Thursday, 21 January 2010

L

kiss her good bye and put on my coat
but she wants
the kiss to be the last thing.
i shall return to my lady with pockets full of paper!

an adventure to the house of vices,
of tables
and of booze whores.

who lives at this house?
characters of the earth -
a mixed bag of sweets
i can
feast on.

lined up (around)
the trough,
eating cards.
faces covered in spit is
the effect
chips you cannot eat
have on you.

lights.
so many little
lights
that change colour
like my mood swings.

a two and a two -
just a number with all the meanings
of working and slaving and
slaughtering.

she did
smile
when i did return to her,
in my bed
with her one
cat.

it is black (with some white)
and likes to stare and you
from across the room
it does not know a thing,
anything.

why am i writing about her creature?
(what shall be done with) my winnings?
nothing.

this is my winnings…

enjoy.

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

n

A global solution

The Berryman appears and declares
everyman to ears;
he announces all the queers
who sail on down the years,
never fathering a child.
The crowd surge, anticipating a genocide
but
alas
in a twist of sorts,
he declares this a positive and
encourages HIV of this situation, too.
The crowds breathe why?
And he speaks them in the eye;
the grain is growing whilst those
queers are blowing,
and the electric wind from Europe has
commenced wild fire in the east.
There’s too many mouths to feed,
there’s so many Bluetooth dongles being shipped
to and fro its making people go
crazy and love and shag and spawn
countless other people who
love and shag, and require yeast.
These mighty queers! Taking charge of this situation,
sucking and blowing and all
the while knowing,
they’re fighting the fight,
Heaving and ho’ing,
they’re slowing the numbers,
stopping the growing.
Salut them all,
lube up,
and save the world
from over
population.

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

n

i glance around the
room that is filled
with friends,
acquaintances,
and people I've yet
to meet.
and as i greet
them i
greet
and bawl and cry my poor
little eye
's out.
it's all so beautiful and
all so sad,
all of these people,
sailing ships,
writing books,
selling holidays,
to the privileged and
the proud.
we've put blood
into this,
and yet it bites and we
endlessly fight and even when,
on my deathbed then,
i do not think
i will be happy with what
i have
achieved.
it will come to me and
we will come to see,
it's all just earth,
dust and
dreams.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

n dubz

fat slut
i see you coming
Towards me and coming
in your pants because you
have a 2 foot double ended
dildo up your ass and
the other end is in your mouth
and you are frantically
sucking yourself off;
endlessly seeking an endless fuck as you pluck
the pathetic crabs from
your teeth.
and all the while that idiot wind
hollers and howls as you
try to convince your mind that
it is experiencing orgasm.
You fat blob of pity!
go forth and
fuck
fuck
fuck
fuck
off.

Saturday, 9 January 2010

n

FUCK