Like an empty bird cage Just being, only being, no meaning. Mousetrapped in a maze An enigma blinding reason. Hollow this time of satirety Being in a place of silence Hopeless it is entirely Cobwebs cocooning all entity. Colourless rain falls to form a puddle In it an image, bent and muddled. Saddened jaded porcelain Merely fragments with stone, I resistantly entwined Stark, Motionless, Alone.
You dream't a surgeon came, And with much pain Severed off your feet. All this, on a night I slept beside you. I was not in your dream Nor the screams of amputtee's. Yet pale white faces I did see Showing me your feet. All this, on a night I slept beside you.
You confided, saying silence is your wish I'll write giving silence as my gift, But when I send it to you You'll say this silence is a poem And throw away my gift. I'll never fill your wish With my paper drifting in the mist.
If I said I shall kill for flesh Handing you a chicken bone to wish Would you give me an opportunity to wish. If I said I had slit my wrist Handing you the blood stained razor Would you cleanse me or continue with the razor. If I said I had killed a man Handing you my trembling hand Would you comfort me and take my sinful hand. If I said I loved your lover Handing you a poem of devotion Would your eyes smile, giving me your devotion. I have done these things and more I'm broken now, please lead me to the door, Do not leave me here in fragments on the floor.
A play, plays to itself on the picture box An immoral poet sings of his hatred for Emily And his disgust of his devotee Jacko! He drinks snaps, then talks of his bodily inclinations An entertainer with detail of his sordid creation. Meanwhile hail beats into the coolite fire Duncan grunts and rattles his magazine His wife rapidly knits and stares at the senseless screen Outside cats rummage through the dustbins Brother Joe shakes dust from his pipe And daughter Lucy darns the hole in her tights Unnoticed --- The play, plays on in the heat of the throbbing box Jacko displays his love for Emily Emily sobs as the poet pierces Jacko's heart Banjo in hand, he says how love plays no part. The play ends.
Let me tenderly caress you with this devoted love of mine. I wish to slip my fingertips between the insides of your soft and heated thighs. They will rise to me in sensual rhythmic time. It is then I know that juice spills to moisten and water your swollen lips. Like the sprinkling of showers upon the petals of beautiful flowers So you sprinkle upon your delicate, but delightful forest. Sweetheart each night you give your precious gift to me, As droplets of dew cover and thus engulf a tree So does your liquid of love dangle softly amid your forestry. I am entranced, dazed and crazed at such, this awe of wonderment and beauty. Oh! Let me taste your succulent honey For I know when you feel it coming And all of this for me. Between your legs - You are the hive and I the contented purring buzzing bee. Proudly erect, erotically betwixt your hive I wish to be then warmly, safe and content - Our peace.