Coffee with her

Across the road,
past the traffic,
through the misty
glass, she waits
for me.

Blood smears the
pane, she's saying
something, but
murmurs, murmurs,
what can I hear?

She says something
about the baby
in his beauty,
something about
when the soft
penis will ever
stiffen.

There's grunge
music on the back
scene beckoning
him to rush in

There's a fury
coming from the
sweat and the blood
and the semen flowing.

There's his father
smiling and the
doctor through the
door with a scapel
telling her, today's
monday... monday...

CHAPEL

Pray chapel pray,
you're the brick
like a loaf telling
me to pray...

are you abandoning me now? 

when it's time I need
your help, will you pray?
When I need your liquor,
will you now offer?

Please, please, pray.

Gurgles

Glup, glup, glup,
glup, glup, glup,
glup, glup, glup,
glup, glup... GRUP...
GRUPPLY, GGGRURRPPPPPP,
GRPGUPRUPGPRURPGPRPGPRG,
GURPGPRPPGPRPGURPUR...
GRUPPPPP, GRU....
GR.... G..... g... g...
.....

Canned Heads

Shakes hands
in completion

the drinks are on me,
when the lady's
in bed, in grief.

Can those heads,
their beauty,
so we all can see,
an industry of
pretty babies.

Cradle of Blood

A dim light finding
its way through the
complex roof board
visiting a cradle
of blood and wondering
if that humming is
coming from love
as the mother stares
blankly at the wall,
full of colours.

written by simon soon © 2002

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