doesn’t cool down

31 January 2010

the heater is on
it is hot
now it is off
it is still hot

that’s the way it goes
just cos you turn it off
doesn’t mean it cools down

wash away

30 January 2010

all things wash away
especially sugar cubes
man, you get a sugar cube wet and poof!
it’s gone, baby.

Call me Reverend Mat

29 January 2010
I don't have to be part of the underground marriage circuit any longer.

I don't have to be part of the underground marriage circuit any longer.

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balance

28 January 2010

you were supply
i was demand
we balanced ourselves
in meaty desire

we unbalanced scales
twittered and trickled
slid down sideways
ruined it all

never be

28 January 2010

you’ll never be better than you are right now
you’ll never be fitter or thinner
you’ll never be more loved that you are right now
you’ll never be surrounded by more friends
you’ll never be happier and laughing
you’ll never be
well, that’s it
you’ll never be

relief

27 January 2010

arrayed on the shelf for health there are pills
and potions and medicines yellow and blue to swallow
and take just one for relief, take two for more relief,
take them all for eternal relief, for bottles filled with passion
and heat to swallow so you will dance and fling back and forth
and sometimes after that night sigh you can get up and take something
from a bottle or box, feel that chalky pill catch in your mouth or the
liquid gulp down for relief, take one for relief, take two for more relief
take them all for eternal relief.

choice

26 January 2010

stay chaste
or
stay chased

machines

25 January 2010

so i’ve got this machine here
it makes plans
and this one here
makes plans for the planner

the blue one, shiny steel
it adds, subtracts, multiplies
it doesn’t divide
that is this guy here

this crippled one
it blows it
this one repairs
this one ruins

green over there
tells me it’s alright
black by the window
surveys the night

warmcoldwarmcold

24 January 2010

cold hands
warm heart
cold heart
warm ears
cold ears
warm tongue
cold tongue
warm skin
cold skin
dead

bone

23 January 2010

the apple fell to hell never tell what it is
when I’m all stupid in stupor pour it out for
a time and rhyme with chime and chimera prancing
for the camera made of bone china bone england
bone france bone forgotten island drowning under tidal
waves and shells returning to salty hell but never tell.

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