Sunday, 15 May 2011

My airs and graces


 
The thing about my new boots and laces
Is that they need breaking in in places
The thing about my best airs and graces
Is that they can try my damn patience
The thing about my sweet home and spaces 
Is that they're filled up with old faces 
The thing about old friends and enemies 
Is both remain in painful memories

Friday, 13 May 2011

Mortician




From the prostitutes' graveyard
Dear mortician
I need a remind-ah
Do me a favour
And gently scalp her
It's okay, it need not show
For you can take it from
Far down below

I said I would love her
For ever and a day
I meant I would love her
From beyond the grave
Please please help me
Misbehave
I want to fuck her
Before she decays

Dear gynaecologist
I need me a hole
Some where suitable
To stick my pole
Rigor mortis has me
Caught out cold
She has seized up like
A limpet on a hull

Dear taxidermist
I need a loving look
The kind that always
Made me want to fuck
Take your glassy eyes and
Fashion some suprise
I want to see that
Glint in her eyes

I said I would love her
For ever and a day
I meant I would love her
From beyond the grave
Please please help me
Misbehave
I want to fuck her
Before she decays

I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her
Before she decays
I want to fuck her -
Till the end of days

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Collapse

I have a small scar above my eyebrow on the right
Odd enough for me I have memorised that night
Overdosing on the things that give me some delight.
"'Scuse me while I step outside, but I may be some time"

And yet I am alive and but for all of that
I think of all the times I have and will collapse

I have a small aversion to drinking vodka neat
And this is how it has been since I turned eighteen
Overdosing on the things that give me some relief
With flammable liquids I'm turning up the heat

And yet I am alive and but for all of that
I think of all the times I have and will collapse

Pickle and preserve for me
All my tasty bits
Immolate my memories
Like I were your bitch
Sterilise my dirty side
With your finest wines
Take a furtive peep inside
The darkness of my mind

And yet I am alive and but for all of that
I think of all the times I have and will collapse

From time to time I worry, I will end my days
Face down in the porcelain, trying to flush away
Remnants of my inner self, organs and the like
Every shred of evidence, that I have had a life.

And yet I am alive and but for all of that
I think of all the times I have and will Collapse
And yet I am alive and but for all of that
I think of all the times I have and will Collapse