This is mister blank calling, gorgeous. From the slum which time ignores. Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste. And every breath is a holy war.
her uncle won't support her now. he loves his masons more. but their boy scouts songs all jabble on. as they [fought] to gore some whores. she says, "you won't get me home.
when my taxi arrives. say that i'm dead. having swallowed my leg. and come to the bedroom again. let us begin. shrinking the walls. and counting our ears.
(Retail groceries...). . Do you know how Jesus feels. when he's behind his sportscar wheel. and the windscreen glass is all gummed up with blood?. Do you know how old Jesus feels?.
You awake, lying still / while light makes landfall. in the steel suburban room. The windows show, row on row, all the same:. More people are summoned round to chase to blue.
This truck stop: rancid gravy. A man with no hands waving. and the dog 'round my leg bumps and grinds. It rains for miles out there. on mud and tar and still air.
Here he comes, in the dead of the month. His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched. Secure with his Third World expectation. [...] open sewers of degredation.
i'm here on a mission. to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful. you see, it's like this:. you're running down the staircase at random.
He and she, their empty house. He's awake, she sleeps. His eyes are for one sight alone. The purple window. . Now his desires, his secret wish. He never lets her see.
Somebody's threatened you, well, you know why. Time now to pay for misdeeds you deny. Life can be cheerless in intensive care. Keep a cool head and you won't know you're there.
He sits in the light of the carousel. with his children running 'round his knees. While the wind howls down through the fishing boat mast. the lights sway and the barkers freeze.
See the priest in gleaming nappies. Gurgling and burping child at play. Signing warrents, blessing firing squads. are the pleasures of this baby's day.
[Irish news report:] ("The air corps helicopter took a five-year-old girl from Achain Island..."). . Aodhagan went hunting for food and money. through the streets of Walthamstow.
Greyhair fool / Shoes undone / The fields ahead / Leaves black as coal. Landmark-free / No walls, No trees. to greet him on this night of his return. C--So who will love this lie on legs.
A brass band playing in a dumptruck is visible through clouds of brickdust. as people dressed as cows form an orderly queue. for a drug that makes you dead for a second or two.
Alcohol, heroin, THC. Care in the impotent community. (Numb). Resignation, irony, under scrutiny, so events can slip. From memory of history, a voluntary dictatorship.
no one comes from here. and so i'm not afraid. everyone's the same as me. we don't talk the same. so we don't talk at all. and our hosts just look on with glee.
As I washed the blood off she yelled at me. though no blows had been struck. and she still looked so serene. then she started to cry. then she burst out laughing.
you don't live the way you should. you're not chaste or wise or good. oh no, when you're human. i wait for you my queen. i keep myself ready clean like my maker.