Wednesday 23 October 2013

Death Will Have Something To Chew

Death Will Have Something To Chew

The cliff that is thrashed by the waves
The rope that holds taut although it has frayed
The fire in the heather that cleanses the land
You were baptised with a knife in your hand


You painted a rhapsody blue
Death will have something to chew

Your vein was torn on that day
Your strong blood was born the caesarean way
A new will flowed out on the ebb of the tide
The red of the sun was glowing inside

You painted a rhapsody blue

Death will have something to chew

You're older than you thought you'd be

Another ring grown in the trunk of the tree

Though you might be wishing for rest
First you'll have to take off that crown and your crest

You painted a rhapsody blue

Death will have something to chew

Wednesday 16 October 2013

In Came A Maudlin Drunk

In Came A Maudlin Drunk

In came a maudlin drunk
Who could see underwater
Once she had sunk
A few drinks and knew what to say
That people are assholes
But they have to stay
Alive somehow living off hate
Like incubi squirming around at the gate
Of hell or womanhood but
Everyone knows that my gate is shut

Tuesday 8 October 2013

Forget Me Genero

Forget Me Genero

The prints in my flat are appalling
My landlord surely has no taste
A sailboat floats by under sunset somewhere
And men nap while they're building the empire state

Genero, Genero
Forget me Genero
'Cus I'll forget you
Once I've packed up my case
I'm going where life is not mediocre
Where I'm struck with meaning
Like lightning from grace
Forget me Genero,
Forget me Genero,
Forget

My songwriting style is banal
I'm a teenager wearing a dress
All I do is moan about the same things
And I'm not even bothered to try to impress

Genero, Genero
Forget me Genero
'Cus I'll forget you
Once I've packed up my case
I'm going where life is not mediocre
Where I'm struck with meaning
Like lightning from grace
Forget me Genero,
Forget me Genero,
Forget

We used to drink so much together

We'd fight all the night until dawn
Now we've been partitioned according to schemes
That the dullest line manager would greet with yawns

Genero, Genero
Forget me Genero
'Cus I'll forget you
Once I've packed up my case
I'm going where life is not mediocre
Where I'm struck with meaning
Like lightning from grace
Forget me Genero,
Forget me Genero,
Forget

Saturday 5 October 2013

Thaw

Thaw

My head's so numb
If I could draw
I'd sketch a bed of untouched snow
And though I'd sleep as soon as blink
I have a drink and start to thaw

I'm melting now
If you could see
You'd say I look almost alive
Yet I've a bottle more to neck
This frozen wreck will soon be free



Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

I was reading Bukowski again
when I noticed a fleck of
shit or dirt
or blood
on the page
and I thought
it fitted there
as good as
any word

My Dick Is Stuck In This Pineapple!

My Dick Is Stuck In This Pineapple!
By Paul Crowe and John Morrice

Hello boys and girls! This is a story about how God can affect our lives in the strangest ways.

Once there was a boy called Percival who had a boil on the end of his dick.

It made him miserable.

First he tried putting on lotion, but that didn't work.

Next he went to the doctor, who said, “Why don't you try putting on lotion?” Percival said he had, but the doctor didn't believe him, and sent him off with a scolding in his ears.

So off he went, feeling very sad. However, on his way home, he passed a fortune teller's shop. An old wise woman sat outside and when she saw Percival looking sad, she beckoned him closer.

“Why so sad, little boy? Has a girl run away with your heart?” she croaked.

No”, said Percival.

“Have your mother and father told you off for being naughty?”

No”, said Percival. Then a gleam came into the old woman's eye.

There is only one other thing that could make you so sad. You must have a boil on your dick!”

Yes I have” said Percival, wincing in pain. “I don't know what to do.”

Come with me, little boy, and I will give you something to cure your boil,” she said.

Percival followed her into the shop and gasped with amazement. The old wise woman's shop was filled with strange and wonderful things.

He saw a wasp stirring a cauldron.

He saw another wasp building a boat.

He saw a stick that knew how to smile.

He saw an electric chair.

He saw a man with tracing paper for skin.

He saw a horse fucking a ghost.

He saw three divers trapped in a fishtank.

He saw one million magic tangerines compressed in a barrel.

And he was impressed.

Over here, little boy”, said the old wise woman, and beckoned him towards a towering fruit bowl. “Take this pineapple and stick your dick in it, for only this can cure your boil.”

Percival grabbed the pineapple and skipped gaily all the way home. Once there, he raised the pineapple above his head and brought it hurtling down on the boil. “Pop” went the pineapple. Almost at once, the pain from the boil faded, but when he tried to remove the pineapple, he found it was stuck.

Help”, said Percival, “My dick is stuck in this pineapple!”

How the fuck did that happen?” said Percival's father, charging into the bathroom. Percival's father pulled with all his might, but the pineapple would not move.

I have an idea” said Percival's mother. She took some twine from under the sink and tied one end around the pineapple, then they tied the other end to the handle of the bathroom door. But no matter how much they slammed the door, the pineapple wouldn't budge.

I'm going to call the fire brigade!” said Percival's mother. When the firemen arrived they measured the pineapple front to back and round and round. Once they had assessed the situation they said “There's no other way. We'll have to cut it off, and your dick too!”

Percival was very sad, but his mother promised to buy him a lolly, so feeling very brave he told the firemen it was okay.

The firemen took their big cutting tool out of their fire engine and placed it against Perical's
pineapple. But when they turned it on, the cutter began to smoke and whine, and no matter how hard they pressed it against the pineapple, it would not cut.

The firemen scratched their heads and wondered, until they got a call about a fire and had to leave poor Percival's dick stuck inside the pineapple.

Next Percival's father said “I'm going to call the army!” who arrived in a great big tank.

“Don't worry!” shouted the general. “There's nothing that can withstand our bombs. So they attached a big explosive to Percival's pineapple. “Kaboom!” went the bomb as it exploded. But when the smoke cleared, although Percival's face was all black and his clothes torn up, the pineapple was still there.

Seeing it was no use, Percival's mother began to cry. “How can we send Percival to school with a pineapple stuck on his dick?”

Well honey”, Percival's father said, “All we can do now is put our faith in God that Percival's pineapple will some day be removed.”

“Let us pray!” cried Percival's mother. And so Percival, and his mother and father, and all the soldiers in their tank began to pray. God heard them and soon an angel appeared, who said:

If you have something on your dick and you try to get it off by putting something else on your dick, you will be damned. But if you put your faith in God, you will be saved.” And just like that the pineapple slid off Percival's dick.

And so children, God speaks to us in many ways, even through genital boils. What Percival learned was that when a woman asks you to penetrate her fruit, it goes against God's will, and you should be content with your painfully throbbing dick.

The Universe Rolls On

The Universe Rolls On

You prayed for time to stop its wheels
As if you knew there were a god
The parts of you I see are of bone and real
But in your mind there's something odd

Something

Hazy, fading
With the moment gone
Conscious surrenders
To the dryad's song
Mystics, physics
Wave the magic wand
Atma forever
The universe rolls on

You stay in bed and close your eyes
Wishing that you'd disappear
Until your flesh breathes out a sigh
And you admit that you're still here

You're still

Hazy, fading
With the moment gone
Conscious surrenders
To the dryad's song
Mystics, physics
Wave the magic wand
Atma forever
The universe rolls on

No matter how deep you hurt
Or how profoundly you feel numb
I'll love this animated dirt
Your being that becomes

Something
Hazy, fading
With the moment gone
Conscious surrenders
To the dryad's song
Mystics, physics
Wave the magic wand
Atma forever
The universe rolls on