Four Bloody Hands

Four Bloody Hands

Let's become romantic

You can pet my nervous ticks

Let's salt each other's sores

Four bloody hands coated with gore

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become a coupling

Please think of me as a thing

Let's spike each other's drinks

Four bloody hands washed in one sink

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your past?

When the slightest touch of hers

Gave you a dopamine blast

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your life?
Before you shacked up with the bottle

Before you took on the knife

How can you be so cynical?
Well fuck you, that's how.

I did not choose chastity

I did not make a vow

Bloody Drips

Bloody Drips

There's something warm as bloody drips

When we are touching fingertips

And running through Dunedin ways

With burning neon for the day,

Where all about is whirling light

I think I've drunk enough tonight

To be my own self undilute

And tell you that you're more than cute

But that's just bloody drips and booze

'Cus being horny's never news

For all the chemicals we buzz

We're little more than monkey fuzz

And though this night is going well

I know I'll wake up in a smell

That makes me want to grimly boke

And so I'm glad we've never poked

For life is nauseous twisting mass

And we're reflections in a glass

Of moulding faces leaking spores

And that's why I won't taste your ichor.

Waster

Waster

Waste shoots down municipal tunnels

Gargles through holes

Is stirred with chemicals till sterile
Then pumped into the waters

I dwell on the thought that my molecules

Will return pristine to the biosphere
The recycling gives me comfort

I will become waste too

Rationality Makes Me Sick

Rationality Makes Me Sick

Well you're so fucking organized

Rationality makes me sick

You trust your brain and trust and your eyes

On good days I throw bricks

You're not concerned

About lows and highs

When you're unhappy

The worst you do is cry

Well you're so fucking sensible

Rationality makes me puke

You can break me down in a crucible

Look me up in a book

You're so concerned

About what is right

Without distraction

You march into the light

Well you're so fucking delighted

Rationality makes me vom

It's types like you who get knighted

Types like you lead the prom

You're so concerned

About your prestige

Why don't you make a motion

To produce more grease

Well you're so fucking disciplined

Rationality makes me chunder

I can feel this primal land

Speaking through its thunder

You will never

Embrace the chaos

I follow the prophet

The saint of death and loss

The saint of death and loss

The saint of death and loss!

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

Shit Or Dirt Or Blood

I was reading Bukowski again

when I noticed a fleck of

shit or dirt

or blood

on the page

and I thought

it fitted there

as good as

any word

NaPoWriMo 1 - Our Flat

Our flat

When Paul moved in

I unpacked myself

First by droplets

Then whole organs

I'm surrounded by tubs of rotting food

And empty vodka bottles

It's time we did some dishes

Once we get the strength

I'd like to eject the rubbish from my flat

As the phlegm is ejected from my throat

I slither among my things like mucous

Collecting decay and slowing down

I've a copy of Bukowski

Everyone's too embarrassed to read

We've still not unpacked

There is no space

We never did anything there anyway

Our flat is packed with stolen goods

Of value totalling six pounds

Prime among them the Causewayend Code:

We keep our hands to ourselves

And never hurt with words.

Advice Haiku

Advice Haiku

Don't bring girls you've pulled

Round your ex's to buy weed -

It's insensitive.

Don't invite weeping

Luckless gamblers for a drink

They'll pee in your chair.

Don't eat five nutmegs

Even if your dealer says

It's a good idea.

Go pee before sex

Especially if it's your first -

You will remember.

A Game

One gets a large knife -

The other throws fruit at one

And hopes they won't die.