O What A Day

with blood on my face, but no edge to take me
above all these people, so I crack and I crumble
and I sink to my feet as I hear that you're trouble
there’s no room for love only room for an asshole

and I see your smile, childlike wonder scream in awe
and I see you spit and snap and tear at the throats of the bourgeois

and the flowers I sent you they mulch in the rain like paper

my heart’s shot itself again so let’s all take a breather
it’s all eating at me like it’s eating my father
so just take my hand, no i don’t want to fuck you
well maybe i do, i don’t know, i don’t know what to do

Like Paper

whilst my friends sleep
i take blood samples
and watch as they squirm in their dreams 

as i hunch above them
i eat grapefruits
and watch the juice drip across their sheets

as my friends speak
i whisper my name
they've no choice but to remember who i am

i listen to them
and all their foibles
im fixing them from behind their backs


and i file down their teeth
until they're short, stubbed and neat
and pick the dirt from their feet
they're ready for my mother to greet


and  im putting lips to lips 
and sucking up thee phlegm
lungs are clear
they know I'm good to them 
  
and i watch them in the night
no i wont let them out of my sight
without them I'm only bereft
they're all that i have left


don’t take them from me,


Blood Samples

I'm picking at my stomach, and finding more than cum
for tonight i am not the radiator hum
i am the bomb that flinches a thousand houses
and I'm leaning up against the horns of Lee Moses

somewhere o somewhere there is a painting of myself,
with my head in hands and china plates above everybody else
But i’m a mountain beyond the framework with rivers flowing from my fists
I'm just holding out for something to quench this blistering bliss

rotund heaven
see me smile
I've one last question for you now

if something’s to bring ruin to your crumbling tower, can I please just be the one? let me be the one


Radiator Hum

yYou,
yes you
ive no other way to say it
for thoughts are faster than volition of sense
crank your music
find a wine glass
or a mug
i know you love mugs
or any glass for that matter
and roll it across your ear
roll and roll and roll
let it blend and distort the fractions of sound that enter your ear
change the speed validity direction
let it chorus hum and scrape and caress your eardrum
pull it away and let the ear struggle find sense after
thats how you make me feel
against the noise of reality
and that


Earmug

week in/week out, yeah we glitch… like Picasso
and the rhythm of fun survives on us being arseholes
so tape up my knee, it's bleeding again, but it's not painful
and you look pretty tonight with your lips covered in pasta sauce
so take a bus out of here to watch meteors flood the sky
no that’s a lie……There was only five

and I'm tired of pretending that I'm not coming home for something

pranks and pranks… yeah they’re leaking from my ear
And I've got balancing forks and junkyard walls for my favourite seal
I'm just a fungi on the bottom of your heel
let go of my arm, retract your laughs , i don't want to feel
as we take a bus out of here to watch meteors flood the sky
no that’s a lie……There was only five

Kasa Blanca

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