Thursday 2 August 2007

Black Leg

How can I resolve to tell you?
Nothing more
And nothing less
The way you talk and
The method by which you ignore
The most important liberties behind a door


Arrived here already without much
Time is quick and meddlesome
But you come back, and – make – scum
Marks all down the side
Another futile poisonous chide
Seeps from your poisonous maw


Unreal life in your ego-claw
Festering, rotting in the place
The home of one-time threat
Your fingers press my neck
Pictures
Of My Legs Black


Perhaps a frame would facilitate
The way I talk and
The means by which
I attend to you
My greatest liberty
Is not pretend

Wednesday 1 August 2007

Ark!

Gulls of Hell
Gulls of Hell
Imploring me with Satan’s colossal bell


Your beaky bidding is all I find
In the enslaved recesses of my mind
Bin sacks bequeathed for you
In Your World
Cold chips not warmed by the hot oil of Hell
Hanging limp from The Beak
Fishy smell


Foolish mortals infect the land below
What are these doorstep eateries coming to?
Throw out a child for GULL to chew
Shit cunt poo on you
Fish pie cooked by number thirty five
Staring from the goldfish bowl
Is he STILL alive?


The future is here in Kemptown
Forced terrorisation upon the ground
Screaming down our turd
Prey of the bird
Time for gull rights and ethics
For one roof of gull
FOR US ALL


Gulls of Hell
Gulls of Hell
Imploring me with Satan’s colossal bell

Friday 29 June 2007

Every Night Stand

You know all the places where the bad men used to stay
I thought you understood the many games they all did play
It’s a reflection of the unborn shame inside you all
The girls with their eyes as dead as night
If they can lie, then lay down, for long enough
They will each get a dishonest kind of love


The bedposts were broke; the notches worn them down before
The girls ever got the chance, to re-strike a balance
That was never there for any of them
All the mattresses soaked through with the ongoing passing trade
Memories of these guests will be forgotten
All fairy tales, for little girls, are set to fade


The women, met the ladies, who met the girls
Who brought no knowledge, of each other’s
Pain and of glory, and another last-night’s story
Men of one-second memory please?
Give me a lifetime of misery
I want to be the princess; I am more innocent than the rest


It is written on all the girls’ faces that are here tonight
Yet none of them can see, none of them can read, or even write
That the reality was the drenched beds, that kept them solvent for one more night
Standing at the door of one house I hear you scream
Out into the silent cloak, that is patriarchy
Men tell you to lie-back, as the future is not for free.


10th September 1999 (Re-worked 29th June 2007)

For Him, From Her

Hang out your washing my friend It's a long Old Love, life filled Picturesque streams Run away, like the water they are Promise of...