Monday, November 27, 2006

Fanny by candlelight

i couldn't help but notice, as i passed by your door, that certain items of clothing seem to have varnished themselves to your walls. is that a real mohair jumper from harrods or is it a fake?





words by cocaine jesus

Friday, November 17, 2006

Several Hours

In a stress position. Several hours can seem as a release. It can focus the mind. All is not lost.

Head and face against concrete. Sacking breath and hessian lips.

Two more seconds and it could all be over.

The knees. They are the first to tell of it.

Speak to me of beauty,
And I shall tell you of the smell of hood.

Speak to me of beauty,
And I shall talk to you of muffled screams.

Speak to me of beauty,
And I shall uncannily lift you.

With rope.
With energy.
Without the use of arms.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

simple john


simple john
simpleton
keep you snake skin boots on
in the cold and in the wet
then dry them by the tv set
or if you must when slick with soil
put them with the pots that boil
but careful be when near a flame
that leather boots supple remain
for some tin mines heat can blister
be they boots of miss or mister.


all words copyright of cocaine jesus

Friday, November 03, 2006

discharge (that enigmatic breath porcelain skull)

"he loves him and he dreams him
he smiled him into kisses, so
he bent blind between him
for him all night to whimper
then joining seperate spines"






Porcelain Skull see's things that have never been.
his tongue is morning mist.
his eyes are from a distant place.
he tastes of cork.
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speak to the dark angels