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

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