All during our conversation
I realise your mind is elsewhere
You like to watch and learn
Learn about the pitfalls
With a certain sense
Sense of fascination
As you slowly witness
My slow crumbling
Some devils move
They move within me
Only our clothes are held between us
I never learned to enjoy myself
Too conscious of what's given
And what should be thrown away
Sometimes I like to blame it
On my catholic education
And taking too much heed
Of those who will not see
I throw my coat across water
For you to stand on me
starting fights at taxi ranks
Did our fins itch for the want of hands
Did we yearn to crawl ashore
(the pupa seemed real warm)
Who decided when to stall a halt
That it'd gone on long enough
They had a beard-growing contest
Supposed to be just for doss
But when they shaved them off
They all kept the 'tache
As young amphibians
They drew themselves a plan
On how to breathe without gills
We stuffed our young into grey uniforms
As soon as they could put on clothes
But the whole thing just became a bore
(the first time that)
Adam took notice of his cock
I'm every inch a man
Sniffing out my patch
I can't help if I
Still reek of eau de pond scum
As young amphibians
They drew themselves a plan
On how to breathe without gills
When I'm pinned down
And under threat
I can see your needs
Have to be fed
When I get paid I go out and get locked
Try and get my hole and miss the last bus
I'm not going to stop till me or my balls drop.
i took note of the exit as I walked in the door
There's so much love for you
That you don't know about
For your daily deeds and healthiness
And your coming home safe
Most people are scum of the earth
Who feed off of the likes of us
The ordinary seems impossible
Yet we scramble after it
I missed seeing the countryside
My eyes fixed on the road
From the time that we fall
From the pouch to the floor
Between mother's legs
A death's head in pursuit
He laughs when we fall
Trips us up when we walk
He waves the umbilical cord
Like a noose
Sometimes the smallest thing
Is too much to hope for
I looked on the back of the divine
As it walked slowly away
My heart has been known
To break at the sound of a song
If I love you does that make me bad
Because I've the power to take it away
Do you recognise that I give you all
When I put my hand in your hand
The cat skins are used to leather the road
And the carcasses of the said cats
Are putting the maggots at a snail's pace
Due to overweight
The birds are dropping from the sky
And the fruit grows rotten in the trees
Perhaps it is a normal thing
That we are swarmed by locusts.
recurring pain in the left side
We were born with guilt on our backs
Spanning generations back
Though we had no place or part in the crime
I never even met the bloke
But it was decreed that it would begat
All that followed afterwards
By control through fear of yourself
I'm afraid of my own arse
We try and drink up to flush out the virus
But I'm afraid to touch my cock
The implications and impure thoughts
That go along with private parts
The suspicion that somehow they read your mind
Leads to constant re-writing
In your hour of need you will call out to him
Even if it's secretly
I try to stand up
and turn a blind eye
With the language I use
And freedom as a weapon
It didn't always work
I was awkward with the knife
I sometimes cut myself
But they were too afraid to slag me (or stop me)
I'm set down among them
Like a prowling animal
They're curious but don't entirely trust me
Mentally they will the skin on the palms of their
hands
To grow thicker over their fear glands
She's delighted with her vice
It gives her a sense of dangerous abandon
Coffee addiction or cigarettes
She makes her statement nice and early
Inside we're living the life of saints and scholars.
dw the lonely donkey
I was transfixed by the way you brushed your hair
I didn't stop to think that you might catch me staring
You were singing softly and some passing angels stopped
They wept for beauty and cursed their rougher voices
I never thought that I could be so far from hatred
They put my hand in theirs and entrusted me with secrets
And I can't stop loving you baby
And I can't stop loving you now
Because I was always on my way to meet you
And you were always waiting for me there
i drink your broken waters
Your weapon of generation gap
Is kept beneath your skirt
You never quite got over the pain
From when your hymen snapped
Or letting them poke around
There's nothing of interest there
You're making me aware of myself
But not in the good way
You burnt your fingers trying to get your bra
Back out of the fire
We're not alone in our ability
To hold a book with one hand
Shake, suck, lick the hand of the onanist
Delete as appropriate
We're barely ten minutes down out of the trees
And we're on high ground
