Calm the fuck down, bitch Calm the fuck down Get it together or get out of town Oh you crave a crisis Just to feel important You’re jerking off again To a tornado Of shrieking demon heads And other fucked-up shit Bitch, calm the fuck down Jump in a lake Sink to the bottom AndContinue reading “Tornado of Shrieking Demon Heads (The Calm the Fuck Down Song)”
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My love could have been a Thomas
My love could have been a Thomas From Trinity or from St. John’s We could have had our choicest fights By the fire at the Anglesea Arms My love could have been a cliff at Exmouth Or grimalkin’s stone third eye My love could have lain like fog On the sea at Lady Chapel IsleContinue reading “My love could have been a Thomas”
Stripes
I didn’t notice tears making their escape down my cheeks Until you caught them with your tongue Raised yourself up and said, “What?” Your eyes were sea glass in the gathering dark. I didn’t love, but the evenings went down too fast and made me drunk And you were the right height, your face was proportional,Continue reading “Stripes”
When I am old
When I am old and grey and full of sleep Invite the light in from the ledge and drop a beat Make the floors shake, enrage the neighbors Wake the street When I am old and grey and full of sleep.
In Paris they ask the right questions
In Paris they ask the right questions: “Cognac, armagnac, or calvados?” And, “Why are your eyes so blue?” “Do you know how to get back home?” “Is it finally time to kiss you?” If the black hole in the center of the galaxy Is stoppering up a drainage pipe That leads into another universe – InContinue reading “In Paris they ask the right questions”
