OI over here!
Bring the cold water
This man is a hot head
His eyes are baked eggs
He has a scar like a bacon rasher
From banging his head
On the grey roof
Several times a year
He keeps on shaking his head
In fits of ecstasy and the opposite
So fast he’s developed a Janus face
Flecked molten spittle daubs the walls
You could try and decipher it
I wouldn’t.
He can’t seem to get a break
His line is un-
Broken
At the centre of his forest,
On the heath
The woman in him
Is bleeding a lamb
But being at the centre
The lamb does not die
But bleeds and bleeds
And the red forest soaks it up
The carnivorous red forest
Pulsates harder and faster
Like the wings of a flying ant
Accelerating toward something;
Just don’t know what
(No son, you can’t ask the woman
She would stick you twice as fast)
HEY we asked for water over here
This man is smacking his dry lips &
Those lips are curled over his teeth,
Inside that fleshy O is a black hole.
If he implodes guys,
Where do you think he’s going to go?
If he goes, we'll be going too.
