Bit by bit, don't bite into my influenza, scrape and turn your shawl - does it bring work to your heart ? trenchant fear, subjective and near - flax and twine, aphid nectar, walnuts and Syrian wine while next it tastes tenderly as sawdust and lime Content with the morrow, which is wearier than old ale crushed grapes of matchless sorrows, the myth on evening's horizon (of horizon's menu) Could you give any figs as you sit here, blooming rooms, hearths sputtering all hours In unison minds married to the hereafter Quickly, and plaintive through churlishly lithe, I find your swines swimming on the riverside with my swans But do not let us quarrel any more
Theyre all Lotharian now, although there's some doctrine
buzzsawed by Bolivian
drumrolled in the tragedy of peasants
Cash on trees like the avocados
All good Lutheran tradesmen
swearing by Peruvian moons,
Insensible, they called us
they put truth on trial.
like a chequing account darling, Screw your imperfections
like tinfoil ain't good for you - unlike avocado
put some sauce on the fire You wonderful imperfect foil - you bear the burden of my soul
in your body so swell
Whilst various races panned out
on banks of screens
I somehow got onto
the subject of roulette with a rasta called Billy
He said, the guy who invented
"the cartoon roulette" killed himself
I said, why didn't he take a step or two back
and, apropos the original, go out with a game or two of Russian roulette
The pain of spiritual clarity Comes at the end of a history All these books, unread All these guitars unbled All this deutsche, unlearned Just waiting for a bus feels like a life ruined A shadow trial A grave childhood humiliation
If Germans won the war,
with straight lines etched in the ice
If war is a game of death,
a larger sacrifice doesn't mean you lose.
Those Teutons ! Perpetually unrelenting.
The Germans never won the war,
they took the top floors.
dies ut mean, after all,
there are straight lines
in the icicles of nature?
Like shafts of light, blades of lightning Dread the romantic Dolph died before he doddered Dance the bearded ache.
Ambition to fulfill the austere demands of art, the mind moving to mighty themes, Demands discipline, simplicity, The heart like a mirror. Disdain the haughty seats of the mighty, Humiliating invitations to drunken dinners the ecstasies, the low pleasures, The mental spark guttering out with the wine.
Refuse theatre seats, refuse to sell applause To the actor's empty mouthings.
Dusty Jones dustman moves.
Hanging 'round a touch on
The roughest dealers in
East London, Fook Uff
Beautiful chastity..I grant you may know me..sweet nectar of innocence, swirling around the brain
so wrong in
my concept of Wellington.
Theres nobody on the playing fields
Except for dogs and crows
Gentlemen..you are automatically disqualified as soon as you step into the third class carriage.
Take the charcoal with the bone,
Rough with the smooth,
melancholy with the ebouilliant.....
Wasn't good in school
because I didn't believe in
learning by rote
Men beating their breasts like banshee gorillas
I listened to that
like a dutiful wife
Educated only comparitively
by the standards of a hilarious degeneracy
We like to draw parallels with the late
these are wild phantasms
lacking the necessary erotic ornamentation
of contemporaneous households