It's Only A Rock

sung vagrant priest,
chewed like gaunts
to say the least

prick valiant bums
kick moody through
a shitty slum

fellowed up like
a swallowed hole-
gear's in pike

awake at four
slam dumb clock-
frick the floor

screech up hunch
crying in vault-
scaped the punch

rock toe step
finger by finger,
way to go!

The Party, pt. 2 of nothing

Take a gash from a chunk of hash
a solemn, lonely bash.
Like a sword from a stone,
play your fiddle to the party

A wooden deck, heckled with butts,
a naked woman who moans while she struts
are both damn good ways
to make you dirty ankles dirty.

Vodka and rum (fuck gin)
are a slippery slope to sin.
But I hold no goddamn bible,
a silly little tome of babble.

You can stake it, you can rake it,
you can yorkshire and die,
but I'd rather feel your beauty
than a catcher in the rye.

But I caught her in the eye!
(accidentally)
and she didnt mind.
"I like the way you fuck my thigh."

What am I, too high?
Hell, maybe.
What a dream of you,
that day I had of you.

Come back to my party
and party hearty, Marty.
But I prefer that Pam,
or a silly girl named Slam.

The Duke and The Duchess

O,

if only words
could contain the undying lust that sprays from your beauty.

Some men till for you.

Others build moutains.

I, so humbly, take privilege in your mere existence.

No words can describe mere beauty anymore,
at least not in your tongue.

And what of your tongue?
I see you are blatantly bored by my banter.
Am I to touch your leg?

(I hear a violin)

What's that running form your pants?
I swear, it burst from your zipper.

Is this a jungle? Are we at war?
Why do you pant this way,
and why do you sweat so much?

Allow me to continue...

Captain Crunch

I do not know when time ends and time begins
or if a week ago is a month ago (a day ago)
or sometime last year.

I can't tell
from the expiry date on my card
when exactly I'm going to die.

I can only tell
from the dust in my bones
and the wind in my pocket
whether what's what-
and what is closer-
and what is farther than none.

I can tell from the look in your eyes
and the smell of wine on your breath
that the cheaper talk is humming
and the reaper is coming.

when bugs come out and start to play
and I'm standing here,
all alone,
(wond'ring why I'm all alone)

and I still can't tell what time it is
and I still can't tell what month I'm in
or what year I'll die
or what day it is,

at least I'll know it's now.

The Story of my Life

"make a wish," I said.
she said "make a well."

If My Mutant Power Were Jamaican

I hide inside a flower
and frankly I'd rather that than coffee

or a woman deep, a handsome liar
a slutty beauty, a midnight rider

a gambler, a rambler, a bago slideup-
a run-ya-down-ta-bent-between

gonna run, don'tcha? for a long time
lemme me tell ya
a mighty-might might cut you down-
run lord! dump it and dodge it!

gonna run, don'tcha? for a long time
lemme tell ya-
Th'Mighty gonna cutcha down

Gone Done a Part Dee Abla

I see the sun
but the sun it dont see me-
I watch the moon
and it shines right back on me

the stars above my head
strip me away
piece-by-piece-
I love the the silence
but I don't get no sleep

tear apart the silence-
tuck me away
piece-by-piece

gonna head to my nova
gonna head-out to watch the peace