Original sin in my own skin
with developed immunity
from all the teachings
of the orthodox church
Garbage man!
throw it away
stop the cars
tell them everything you know
I was led by a deep melancholy
hands tied
to the centre
the cult of this city
then everything became ostensible
What am I doing in Antwerp?
walking among the flower stalls
admiring the coffins
covered in tulips
All the soldiers who were dancing amongst themselves
I watched the way they waltzed
I was relieved,
Destroyed
Sometimes we stole
and with each robbery I felt more free
Thus, I gave my seat to old people
Standing aside to let them pass
But no one ever understood my loathing
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Monday, 11 January 2010
Keep Me
Talk, Talk
Scream, Scream
But don't shout anything you mean
Lie, Lie
Lie through your teeth
Never tell the truth
Break me, break me
But keep me in your soil
Tonight
Shelter, shelter
She'll tell her
Shelter, Shelter
She'll tell her
Keep me
After everything
The wallsign reads
'keep out'
'keep out'
'keep out'
And the bare lightbulb seemed to suggest everything I was trying to say
Scream, Scream
But don't shout anything you mean
Lie, Lie
Lie through your teeth
Never tell the truth
Break me, break me
But keep me in your soil
Tonight
Shelter, shelter
She'll tell her
Shelter, Shelter
She'll tell her
Keep me
After everything
The wallsign reads
'keep out'
'keep out'
'keep out'
And the bare lightbulb seemed to suggest everything I was trying to say
As Light Becomes Day
The only phone for miles rings
I answer,
It's her trying to explain the wonder,
the blunder,
and the folly of my actions
the incessant buzz of flies
will not leave me alone
'If I could just explain please?'
I interrupt
If only I could I thought
If I could
I'd be a master of this writing lark!
I could not
My voice was like fog
There but not quite there
lungs battered
I'd been having a tidy up
the darling even made the bed!
Dear Oh Dear
Anyway the folly,
spoke in romantic tongues
she kept saying ' what, what, what, what?'
and things like
'stop having a pop at me, you love me really'
Do I?
You've played me well
like a second hand violin
So, you can see my predicament
As light becomes day, the darker it all gets
I answer,
It's her trying to explain the wonder,
the blunder,
and the folly of my actions
the incessant buzz of flies
will not leave me alone
'If I could just explain please?'
I interrupt
If only I could I thought
If I could
I'd be a master of this writing lark!
I could not
My voice was like fog
There but not quite there
lungs battered
I'd been having a tidy up
the darling even made the bed!
Dear Oh Dear
Anyway the folly,
spoke in romantic tongues
she kept saying ' what, what, what, what?'
and things like
'stop having a pop at me, you love me really'
Do I?
You've played me well
like a second hand violin
So, you can see my predicament
As light becomes day, the darker it all gets
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