A song

(sung in melody and hipster rap)

I know

Its been a long time

So darling…

how are you?

I hope you’re really happy

And getting older too

I see you in the pictures

And raise a toast toooo youuu

Here’s to your health

And your wealth

And your narcissistic  sex

Here’s to your ugly tattoo

And your fake I love yous

Here’s to your very bad breath

And your so-sincere regret

And your lies and your spies and your phsycophanatic flies

Here’s to  yoooouuu.

I know it’s been a while,

Dear,

I hope you’re doing fine

I think of you a bit

Dear,

And say a prayer sometimes

Heres to your burgeoning waist

And your infinite bad taste

And your miserly ways

And your gross phlegmatic sprays

Here’s hoping the truck that runs you over is swift

And hits you twice

And hits you thrice

And hits that bitch of a wife…

I only have loving thoughts, dear,

And hope you’re doing fine….

Here’s to you, my lovely,

We must catch up sometime.

………………………………….

still

Be still, my heart,

Be still...

Come down from the windowsill

Of my throat,

Don’t jump to my gut.

Be still,

my heart,

Be still.

you and me

a funny force fit

a size too tight

it works really

but the edge cuts a bit

and its suffocating me

i like how it looks

and maybe

id like it to fit

when im forty

but the truth is

it wont

and although

i dont

say it out loud

id rather go naked

than

force fit

you.

The body

   he was an environmentalist, an amateur magician and broke. he wasn't unfit, but wasn't buff either. Lean meat, but enough of it i'd say. he would walk to work every morning - a real save the world sort. Still, when he passed on, his will was, to put it mildly, a bit of a shocker. The meal was to be prepared by one of his former friends - for his culinary expertise i suppose. The recipe however, like the guest list, was quite specific. his eyes and liver were to be donated, the rest prepared in a sauce that would taste 'close to his heart'. 

     The invitees were twelve in all, although it was an open meal and any who wished could partake of it. Funnily, although one might assume that most would be queasy at the thought of eating a recently deceased dear friend, none went hungry that night. Perhaps the philosophy of not wasting the body as a foodsource was well-preached and his friends were obliged to honor his last wish..  or perhaps they discovered they liked the taste of blood. Still, when christ was resurrected, his eyes and liver did miraculously reappear. Perhaps he wasn't an amateur magician after all.

Give me a box
of paradox
a cockroach of contradiction,
termites of black and white
fucking the vermin of vermillion,
a puppet show of status Quo
with white collared decapitees
and a cup of full cream
cock sucking if you please.

Give me heads nodding agreeably
and a spot of well adjusted,
give me money, security
without the aftertaste of disgusted.
Take a stand, i don't want a stand,
take it! all yours i entrust it
Just give me sweet ambiguity
without
the aftertaste of disgusted.

tall

He was 4 feet seven inches short, which, combined with his rather dry personality, didn't get him any action. So his bed was his to do what he pleased with. He took it to a carpenter friend and asked him to make it shorter. He insisted that the bed be made 4 feet seven inches long exactly. The friend, being a friend, was comfortable enough with him to point out that that would be too short, because, um, where would one keep one's pillow? He argued that he didn't need one, and he was aware that the carpenter just assumed he was being too proud to admit his lack of foresight, but insisted anyway.
When the bed came home three days later, he slept on it with his feet sticking out, and, after a long time, had tall dreams.

:)

ok, so the last post was black. I wasn't in a good place. A long night of awakeness, much battle with pointless demons and dragons, and i was tired. Luckily though, i don't think the spark ever dies, and poetry, well, she's gonna be evoked right now...

sometimes i want to clingwrap a kiss and deepfreeze a moment and stop a stopwatch and touch it one more just once more and know it again
but cling wrap tears when you pull it too tightly
and fairies have wings that take freezers unkindly
and its meant to go as i am too
but the good news is i just found...