Wife of Riley

Wife of Riley

Too precious many- too many few

I cut you deep- you cut me too

Moments like pictures- in scrapbooks made

Sepia and turquoise- thrown in rivers will fade

Wash it all down with vomit- the bile is base

I stink like shit- I hate the taste

Tommorrows come quickly- I fuck them with ease

But yesterday screws me- and todays just a tease

But whilst words keep on coming- like value and trust

I sneer and forsake them- like unsettling dust

My life is a pittance- a stone dropped in your pond

Soon the ripples will scatter- and then I'll be gone

Friends can't all be lovers- but there's some that you do

And there's some that will do you- If you want them to

Twenty four jump street- Madonna and Depp

Live like young James Dean- and hold no regret

Angels in Buenos Aires

draft 1..for Andrea


Angels Grounded with Wings of Stone-

Earthbound and Clumsy like a Dandelion Fairy.

Stumble Along the Cobbled Streets of Buenos Aires-

Hobbled by the Weight of our World.

A Mortar, Grinding

Bruising Their Naked

Pestled Shoulders.

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Lambing Time

Lambs are Cute

a Tasty Treat

The Closer to the Bone

the Sweeter is the Meat

Lambs are Cute

and Full of Life

Luckily they..re Dead

when they..re on my Knife

Lambs are Cute

They Look Real Sweet

But most of all

I Love their Meat

Pussy

Kitty Gerbel-

Quintessential Kitten- your purrs soften and soothe
You dream, synapses ablaze
Rekindling your fire
1 love how you raze


Quintessential Kitten- Lying stretched in the sun
You dream, synapses ablaze
Rekindle your fire
Burn away your haze

Quintessential Kitten- Smile and awaken, one eye open
Stretch and dance and laugh
Fire fuelled in your belly
1 love that you take chance

G Kitty- Your coat shines bright as your eyes
Inside out, spread your smile wide
Stretch and salute the sun
Your eyes are too bright to hide


Quintessential Kitty-The catnip's stopped working
Catnaps and love is all you need
Rekindle your fire
Dance through the daze

Wife of Riley

Wife of Riley

Too precious many- too many few

I cut you deep- you cut me too

Moments like pictures- in scrapbooks made

Sepia and turquoise- thrown in rivers will fade

Wash it all down with vomit- the bile is base

I stink like shit- I hate the taste

Tommorrows come quickly- I fuck them with ease

But yesterday screws me- and todays just a tease

But whilst words keep on coming- like value and trust

I sneer and forsake them- like unsettling dust

My life is a pittance- a stone dropped in your pond

Soon the ripples will scatter- and then I'll be gone

Friends can't all be lovers- but there's some that you do

And there's some that will do you- If you want them to

Twenty four jump street- Madonna and Depp

Live like young James Dean- and hold no regret

Tequila Riot

Tequila Riot



I'm alright! I'm not OK!

I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine

Fuken schizophrenic

We`ve lost our medication

Tequila mockingbird this story will do

I've got the gall-stones

Throw them down open throat

agape for agave

I'm alright I'm OK

My eyes are burning

Let's go and play

I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine

Fuked up insecure neurotic and

You are SO fuken georgeous!

I'm gonna spit- will you hold my hair

I slept in my make-up shaved my head

Do I turn you on

R U alright- I'm not OK

What's with the fuken sun

Shining out your arse

If I eat you like sushi

Tommorrow I could be you

We're fine- all good

Allright!

Hannibal Brought the Cannibals

hannibal bought the cannibals





It is easier to live off the efforts of others
but harder to be content with yourself
Mr Riviera, with your many hands
can you not feel the beating heart of Brasil?
do you only have ears for your big bellied family?
Do you not hear the rumblings in the stomach of your country?
The blood is hot but the water is not
Tainua over Tourism
The hungry cannot surf
The Brasilleros and Brasilleras are not your surfs
Their tridents are sharper than your slippery glib tongue
their nets are strong and cast
time to pull them in and fillet
that juicy morsel behind your lips
you see, we could live off the pieces of you