Thursday, October 29, 2009

tastes like cheap booze

started in the light of the afternoon,
merrymaker, hay makers in the pool,
summer skin, sour lips, your hips,
chatted here for what seems, at least an hour
taken away, a missed attraction, sounds like Camelot,
too good to waste it, better skull it?
prone to hurt you like a victim, injury for injury sake,
break down, suffer, and try choke it down,
snuffed cigarettes in the late evenings bliss, the phones off the hook,
dirty little secrets in the basement, kinda feel Fritz
smooth you over with milk and cream,
a solo wet spot divides us two,
laying here, too drunk to care, covers, leave the window wide open,
cow skin rugs, and dim TV screams, dance you to sleep, smug,
try again in a while, now will do, couldn't hurt?
money shot thats a keeper,
pass out, i'll sleep in later, nows too hot,
and there's no chance of a refund, PAYOUT!
rain on someone else, the washers broke and out of bread.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

into the sun

suck you down into my valley,
no midnight mischief will get me there before their closed,
past the gate across the floor and knock on your door,
platform preachers gonna shake those strings, just to say hello,
uneven aeroplane's, a queen of the plateau,
lost everything in a telephone booth, i swear its the truth,
gonna see how long this is gonna take to nothing past three,
rabid and jealous a little more than your father,
confess your wake, about how you lost your faith,
borderline stunning, the sexiest bile of a woman,
surrounds you and keeps me warn out like a welcome of love,
limp shadows whisper instructions, you show me first, I'll learn,
tramp!
I never lost my love of sleeping til dusk, walking in a daze til dark, it's dusk,
blowing along besides the wind, collide, it's bound to happen,
take me down into your velvet valley, let me vacation, hesitate me!
across fields and flames, seek the monster,
all victims can spot each other, i told her everything,
eat my way through your throne room!
never long enough to ransack your home, too many nails,
somewhere in your garden, in your valley,
let me fall asleep in the sun.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

palour

inserting shame blazes across yokel unsatisfied,
normal, a little less fugitive,
in the cackle ashes laid steak and a few more years,
Jewish tea, see I told you it wouldn't bake,
afternoon naps, sleep under toll, and wet weekends,
see if i can hold it together while they, a moments wait,
aptitude, longing for your smuck, and slumber cough,
pissing strained beetroots, nine o'five without a break,
salary sour, drowning in your sink, my fingers,
component cockpit, bubbles of the words i mumble,
bailed just in time to catch the last post truck home,
dancing like the clogs of dirt around your hips,
oh how i need your sweet dirty mouth, what was it you called me?
and still the lawn is overgrown with whale watches, and lentils,
pose, snap shot, money shot, hot shot wanna be,
stud farm lay about, robot mortician,
Greenpeace keeps on calling,
whats your phone number again?

cigarette

somewhere between the smog and the salt, smoke
zestfulness, sudden breath of wet welcomes,
held, told to gather your photographs,
favor extended to a fourth, it's still not burnt,
Mr Grasshopper, caught you in the reflection, rising inflection.
Tastes like weak goats milk,
way too familiar to the girl, shoulders under that lady, I'm up to there,
talks too much, like a derelict i walk kinda lonely,
my mother, screaming at her baby,
making glue for some magnificent soldier.
eat my stagnant water, ice sculpture
repulse against the kitchen floor, a cool tiled bed,
pulse, I can see it throbbing so delicately against your skin,
a short pause, maybe an hour passes before you,
preach me that new song you heard that old boyfriend of yours tell you,
a controlled breach,
slumped over your kingdom, like the sow, bent over
shaman, a soiled hero.
taught you everything you said to forget,
vagabond, rumpled in your clothes, I'm sure you'll keep me warm,
catch a tram past the lawn, too late for it to be this,
the bridge, a river, a gasp of pure sanitised sanctions,
i told you i couldn't quit

Monday, October 26, 2009

a kind of handle

peal back your clothes, slide into my paper cup,
similar simple suspect cape, took off down their fire escape,
called up November just to hear her hang up, fork and spoon for a while,
she will stagger in wait to don her suit, my glistening jockey,
book store, bakery, bubblegum telephone show, said too soon,
fell under besides your overcoat, it's so cold in these trees,
day dream twisted sound, fame and forgivable,
sour sunlight but a fool

The Shower

these crystals break moments towards your silk,
bless this unnatural,
a sudden sickness of hot wet salivations,
wake aloft the smoke, just like anybody cares,
it's cold baby, yeah but you still look hot.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Shaving

Faint liquid shards, believe me i cant believe you underneath this.
smoke mist, as that of the dragonfly against the glass,
enter this disco one lower than the last, hold besides the familiar.
pieces peal back a former, i told you it wouldn't be pretty, crooked loveliness, bless it!
huddled stubble, again i am this favor drift.
just another glimpse of who you want me to be.