Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts

Sunday, 13 October 2019

look what we've done



look what we've done
we had a plan of attack
lined up our forces
then went out for a snack

look what we've done
we had a world here
put things together
then went out for a beer

we took out a wrench
and put parts together
we took out a wench
and put parts together 

now 
everything is going,
going, going, gone.
everything is going wrong.

now 
everything is nothing
nothing is everything
everything is nothing again.

we had the birds 
in the trees
now we have no birds
now we have no trees
now we have no have
now we have no we
no now no now

looks like we're done


Monday, 23 September 2019

release the hounds!

[[ This silliness is sex or drugs or rock and roll, but mainly sex at a cellular level. ]]

we could shoot up
a film to explain 
a health class video
down to the vein

release the hounds!

just don't make me
climb that hill again
I won't stick in a rut 
down memory lane

release the hounds!

look at those sperm 
all off like a shot 
straight for Mrs Quimby
wiggle what they got

release the hounds!

look at those tails
get there on the dot
shake till the lady is
hatching a new plot

release the hounds!




Friday, 13 September 2019

something something

[[ mouth sounds ]]

here come manikins
two by two
walking in fine skins
into view
beautiful bodies
built to screw

down the promenade
down the walk
down the riverside
down the dock
something something [[ sic ]]
rhymes with cock

rumpy pumpy
rhymes with cock
Rumpelstiltskin
rhymes with cock 





Wednesday, 7 August 2019

rapture


god is that sexy 
little gossamer number

see right through
to the other side and back

strike fear and wonder 
in a man's giblets 

make a man root in his pants
for excuses to take home

gets the blood flowing 
if you know what I mean





Sunday, 4 August 2019

Attenborough's Day Off

[[ A description of a real morning but with the observer transformed from a groggy parent eating toast into a bit of a voyeuristic, lecherous naturalist. ]]

Even the cat conspires,
the cat and Captain Underpants,
to douse my dream,
so I sit up, Nosferatu
on a hinge. Sunday morning
early, when a decent man 
would sleep, is full of sound.

Outside the open window
long bare legs are
flexing as she sways,  
her auburn hair flows down 
her back in early sun, 
her head is tilted to his, 
her eyes are in his eyes,
their tongues are tasting 
one last clinking beer.

They have so much to say 
but cannot keep their mouths 
apart for Jesus going on an hour, 
and her peculiar rocking on 
her long bare legs as if 
she sways to unheard music 
or as if -- they look around, 
he finds an opening in the 
wire fence around the lot 
behind them and she crouches
through alone.

He stands and smokes and looks 
the other way while she 
wades through tall grass and yarrow,
indigenous to these parts, 
to squat and disappear and
bare her bountiful cheeks
to all the creatures of the field, 
then reemerges.

They toss their bottles in the grass 
and walk to the first bus
before a panther falls from a tree. 



Thursday, 31 January 2019

intentional love song 13: Never get over


[[ a brooding song, with memories called up like pages from self-help articles, museum dioramas, films, plays  ]]

Yeah, it's been awhile.
Never get over.

I go through things
like the agony aunts
in magazines
a thousand times
in waiting rooms

I go through things
like a bad museum
with manikins
still holding poses
as if they were real

Yeah, it's been awhile.
Do you dwell on things?
Do you live on that street?
Do you eat and breathe, 
Do you dream it?
Do you?

Yeah, it's been awhile.
Never get over.

I go through things
prime vintage porn flick
with funk slap bass
here comes the pizza
but the plumber's here

I go through things
like art house drama
with painted tears
and painted laughter
to an angular dance

Yeah, it's been awhile.
Do you dwell on things?
Do you live on that street?
Do you eat and breathe, 
Do you dream it?

Yeah, it's been awhile.
Never get over.



Sunday, 6 January 2019

slinky / sex technology


am I slinky?
slinky's what I want to be
I can never be
slinky enough for me
everyone wants
a slinky me

coil me up
let me go
watch me slink
down the steps
watch me slink
down the steps
watch me slink

everyone wants
a slinky me


sex toy
sex tech-
nol-ogy

reboot
my sex technology
warm up
my sex technology
recharge
my sex technology

throw more coal on the fire
get the steam pouring

pull start the generator
get this diesel roaring

I am industrial,
industrial strength
sex technology

Sunday, 16 December 2018

intentional love song 3: not that it's true



[[ she (or he?) wants a change in the dynamics of their relationship or a change in herself (himself?) or she/he wants to leave him/her or she wants a sex reassignment or she wants to attain nirvana or she wants to kill herself or... ]]


what if I wanted
-- not that it's true --
to vanish forever?
what would we do?

what if I wanted
-- not that it's true --
to change... 
man to woman,
woman to man,
what would we do?
who would be who?

what if I wanted
-- not that it's true --
it's a simple thought experiment 
between me and you

what if I wanted
-- not that it's true --
to vanish forever
from you?
what would you do?

what if I wanted
nothing at all?

I am standing on the edge of this world
will you help me let go of this girl?

do you love me 
enough to let her go?

who wants 
a girl who wants
nothing at all?

who wants a girl... who wants a girl?

who wants a girl... who wants a girl?
who wants a girl... who wants a girl? 





Saturday, 15 December 2018

intentional love song 2: under the hood (internal combustion)


[[ internal combustion, four-stroke engine ]]

got to get down 
under the hood
make it
make it 
make it
make it good

you know how the strokes go
intake, compression, combustion, exhaust
you know how the strokes go
intake, compression, combustion, exhaust
you know how the strokes go
suck, squeeze, bang, blow.

when love runs down
you've got to 
when love runs down
you've got to 
when love runs down
you've got to 

check the pressure
charge it up
snug the lug nuts
pop the top

adjust the clutch
grease the gears
new sparks and shocks
or this baby walks




Sunday, 18 November 2018

pink planet


[[ a song about women and men and mermaids and centaurs ]]


From a pink planet,
from the pink sand,
we all heard a sound
that left us unmanned.

"Come join us mermaids
here on the shore."
Sing us a love song 
we haven't heard before.
Never a one of us 
ever has heard 
a true love song.

On the pink planet,
we laid down our craft.

"Steamy," said a woman
preserved under glass
She was a remake of 
Venus Needs Ass.
.
"Steamy," said a woman 
pacing her cage.
She was a remake of 
Heaven in a Rage.

Then men on horses!
Or will they be centaurs?
One way or another
We'll be on all fours.

Cut to the mermaids
chewing on entrails, 
wiping their mouths
with the tips of their tails.

"Steamy," said a woman 
locked behind bars.  
She was a remake of 
Panther Girls from Mars.

"Steamy," said a woman 
stood under a light.  
She was a remake of 
night, night, night, night. 

From a pink planet,
from the pink sand,
we all heard a sound
that left us unmanned.

"Come join us mermaids
here on the shore."
Sing us a love song 
we haven't heard before.
Never a one of us 
ever has heard 
a true love song.

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

skin me alive

skin me a live animal

what I want is to wear its camouflage
what I want is to wear its fur
what I want is to hear it screaming
while I purr

skin me a live animal

what I want is more juice in the vein
what I want is more smoke in the lung
what I want is to wear the animal
skin and fuck

skin me a live animal

take me to Vienna, you fool, and immediately
take me while a shop girl looks me in the eye
take me to the dead end of some other century
take me exactly to midnight, then leave me to die


[[ 

1. With obvious play on "skin me a live animal" and "skin me alive, animal". 
2. The narrator possibly is not a native speaker and may have fallen out of a time machine. She is louche, one-eyed, absinthed. 
3. I don't know why any of this. I think someone wants back to fin de siècle Vienna. Someone with a lust for blood and a lust for lust. And one clouded eye? 

]]

Monday, 28 May 2018

Bang

Bang.

Remember me?
I'm the girl next door

I'm the girl you want
I'm the girl you want to

Bang.

I'm a girl you used
I'm a girl you used to

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

I was born dead, baby.
Or I died of disease
I was carried off by lions
Or I was left out to freeze

Bang.

I was raped at twelve
a mother at thirteen
I was bred again at fourteen
and a corpse at fifteen

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

Or I was married off early
to some man from the town
I met him when I wed him.
They had to tie me down.

Bang.

Or I was sent to the kitchen,
or the cellar, the attic,
I was banged in them all
till I hanged myself out back

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

I was sent to the factory,
or warehouse or workhouse
I ran off one night for
asylum in the whorehouse

Bang.

I was beaten to death
for my terrible crime
but not till the bastards
banged me one last time

Bang.

Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

I am
the dust
you breathe in,
you breathe out
every day.

I am
your family
confession
written in
your DNA.

you don't know how it is
I hardly know
I hardly know myself

You don't know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is
Know how it is

Bang.

[[ There is no coherent narrative intended. It's not about one girl, so details of the story differ. The girl in one line dies one way and dies another way in another line. It's a series of images. If it was a video, you'd see different scenes, different girls, different ages, different eras, different circumstances, but always girls being mistreated. "I'm Every Woman" being abused, married off, enslaved, beaten, raped, killed. Maybe that last bang is her putting a bullet in someone. ]]

Friday, 27 April 2018

plasma

[[ solid>liquid>gas>plasma ]]

I go 
from state to state
(from state to state)

I look 
I look for you
(looking for you)

|: You  excite my atoms :|

I lose 
I lose my balance
(I lose my valence)

I fume 
then just as soon
I freeze

I'm stone
then in your hands
I liquefy

I tell myself it's just a phase 

transition

Tonight 
(I drive)
Tonight 
(I am driven)
Tonight 
(I am driving away the night)

Tonight 
(I may be back)
Tomorrow 
(for sure)
Tomorrow 
(at your door)
Tomorrow is at your door today

|: You are in the blood :|

Saturday, 14 April 2018

god in LA


Push your cheek 
into hers 
and look off 
through this wall 
into distance
and cut.

Look at that nose --
who sculpted that?
There must be 
a god in LA.
There must be 
a god in LA.

Look at her close,
look at her close-up
close up. They have 
plucked every 
follicle clean 
from her skin.

Look at his cock.
He pretends to be
having this erection.
This erection
has him,
gets top billing.

Look at her legs
descend from wasp 
ancestors, swing 
down from her 
skirt, landing gear 
fixed, flaps down.

Look at her slap 
back on the blacktop,
flat on the tarmac,
asphalt, concrete, 
combustible.
Circle the engines and
spray her with foam

Oh, daddy.


Monday, 27 November 2017

tremblers


[[ it's all about zombies or alien lesbians or feminists from beneath the earth or something or everything ]] 

poor little girl been  
wearing a disguise
pull back her hood 
and look in her eyes

with her laser look
she lays her down

in the softest grass of England 
on a hill we all know
we hear the mysterious hum grow

they come -- from deep underground
they come -- from just around the corner
they come -- between the night and morning
they come -- wearing no warning

they come -- for what they shouldn't ougrht-terr 
they come -- for your daughr-ter [[ dor-terr ]] [[ you could repeat this line as many times as you like ]] 
[[ and it could morph into "they comfort your daughter" for an alternate ambiguity ]]

hidden in your jeans  [[ genes? ]]
is your i-dent-i-fi-ca-tion

they come -- adorning the morning 
they come -- from just between the trees 
they come -- scorning your warning
they come -- with lust on the breeze

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Whisky, whores, and gold (fuck this town)


[[ is it a Broadway song or a country song or a folk song? ]] 

Why should a man 
dig potatoes 
all day 
in these fields,
when there's gold 
to be dug 
from the ground? 

Why should a man 
hitch his wagon 
to the neighbor's 
pale girl,
when he could swing
a new dancer 
each night?

Why should a man 
grind out his life
in these 
four square walls,
when he could ride 
a straight line
till he's gone?

Why should a man
spend his days
signing checks
in this town,
when he could go
give a mountain
his name?

[[ first the noble-sounding stuff... ]] 

Ride 
with the morning behind you
Ride 
with the night in your eyes
Die 
with the stars rolling over your bones, but
Live
under infinite skies

[[ ...but then cut to the truth ]]

Course there's gold and whores and whisky,
Whores and whisky and gold.
Wouldn't want a girl to miss me
Wouldn't be a man to be told
All I want is whores and whisky
Give me whisky and whores
And gold.

I'm going out west, 
Cause fuck this town.
I will strike a match
I will burn it down

Fuck the thirteen colonies
Right from Maine on down
Fuck every city 
to the Mississippi
But, most of all, 
fuck this town.

I can't say I'm not going to miss you
I can't say I won't look around
But I can't stay another damned minute
Or I swear I will burn this place down

Thursday, 2 November 2017

the one true faith


[[ love and sex ]]


She says she is,
and so she is.

This is the one
true faith:

a shaft
shot through

the opened chambers
of the heart

and lungs:
a gasp,

and then
transfixion,

butterflied
upon a sheet.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Dracula's Castle

[[ dance song -- or vampires going out for the night ]]


I fix my face
I fix my lips
just one last time

Before I step
into the night
to find my crime

Poor little you
What can you do?
You cannot see
what this world is coming to

I fix my eyes 
upon your eyes
I say your name
to hypnotize...

poor little you 
What can you do?
You do not know
the trap you've come into   

I fix my face
I fix my lips
upon your flesh

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

two by two

[[ I hear this one played by a Big Band, but it could just as easily be a lone acoustic guitar or a piano, just as long as it's a happy dance number for couples. ]]


Chorus:
Two by two came the crocodiles
Two by two, the giraffes
Two by two, the hyenas,
who are always good for laughs.

Two by two ...
- with a snarl
- with a smile
- down the garden path
- down the aisle

Verse 1:
When Noah built the ark and stowed the crocodiles below
He knew he had a place where Mrs Noah wouldn't go
So down he went to smoke his pipe and play his harp at night
To crocodiles with miles of smiles in Noah's candlelight.

Bridge:
And Noah sang a song about the sunshine of his youth
Six hundred years before the rains came down
When he would stroll the countryside with Zipporah or Ruth
And later take her all the way to town

Chorus:
||: Two by two :||  etc.

Verse 2:
When Noah sang his song, he beat the rhythm on the rug,
And sixteen thousand animals, each goat and cat and bug,
Would pair up with its mate and start to dance the dance of life.
Then Noah went upstairs to do some dancing with his wife.

Bridge:
And Noah sang a song ...

Chorus:
||: Two by two :||  etc.

Verse 3:
Now when the rain stopped falling and the clouds began to pass,
The sea spread out for miles and miles, as smooth as any glass.
But that old ark kept rocking on the shiny, briny sea.
Where all us happy creatures danced the dance of eternity

Bridge:
And Noah sang a song ...

Chorus:
||: Two by two :||  etc.