it was my party
and I was having
a right hee haw
when the heavies
came crashing in
it can happen that sudden
like the flick of a switch
or an amphetamine surge
with the rock steady dread
and the big bass drum
big boys took my high
and buried me
with knuckle dusters
they came mob handed
tooled up for a killing
it was totally hopeless
but my delusion
was so fantastic
I still fancied my chances
.
Chocolate George
Was a pussy magnet
He’d had more tang
Than Frank Sinatra
He said it was nice, so nice
And it all came from a nice place
That it was no mere gesture
But the gift of awareness
That the algorithms of affection
Played out naturally
With no need for ceremony
Or archaic ritual
Were as beautiful
As they were natural
He stressed that
He was not the message
But the messenger
And there was no device
Or calculation
Behind his success
.
I need a whole new bundle
to keep me on my feet
I’m winding ancient nightmares
between my dirty sheets
I got nothing left to bargain with
I’m on my fucking knees
all native electricity
has deserted me
I purchased naught for nothing
I’d like a refund please
these are times of want
in the chaos factory
.
snowball had the loathing
something chronic she’d
smashed all her mirrors in iconoclast and said she’d pan my windows too if I
didn’t lick her wounds self inflicted wounds are often the last to
heal least
said soonest mended they
used to say but they were wrong
she had come on like a breath of sunshine but she had dark roots I’d been keeping a beady on her peroxide explosion altruistically fucking her from time to time it cut both ways we both had needs
I was pretty liberal with the advice but more frugal with my affections I like to think of myself as a coward that’s the best spin I can place on my actions I couldn’t dive in because I can’t swim so I turned away at the crucial moment I closed my eyes but I still heard her cry
I guess for her I was yet another disappointment in a long series of disappointments was I a user?
an abuser?
or just a man of straw? I’m
not the best judge of that for
my part her
voice is one of many all asking the
same question do you now
or did you ever possess an ounce
of soul?
