posted on June 7, 2011 at 2:20 pm

inflammation of spirit

greetings from nowhere my cadillacs gone

the moon is a slut and she fucks with the sun

hey can you see me with my dessert boots on

hey can you hear me with my  polaroid song

i spent all my money on dawn and on candy

i went into sea and i came out all sandy

i went into city n i saw you with randy

hes a good little boy and his stuff comes in handy

hey can you read me i’m off of the track

i love it when you run your land down my back

my fucking dagger that just stands there in black

or my nepalese kiss that commands every  stack

oh the holiest snatch of profane waning song

oh the feeling of catch when the trap is set wrong

its not a patch on the macho along

its gotta hatch before your billabong

oh you went to a restaurant with your newly friend

i dont doubt you’ll come to a real sticky end

love make believe if you have to pretend

pretend that your bending your borrow to lend

the soup was a green clammy chowder with fizz

the salad undressing you with its dead kiss

the main course and the sauce tasted like piss

a lovely drink after (the laughter was his)

the night was a zoo the house was a cage

oh honey youve entered but on the wrong stage

oh baby so vacant so strongly engaged

oh child this consensual world is your age

oh idiot mind oh simian fix

oh horrible name oh animal licks

oh brute full of skull oh toms harrys dicks

oh hideous house full of pricks in the styx

the winter was cold the snow lay around

youre getting warmer and warmer virginia found

back in the ring for just one more round

back in the middle for just one more pound

a nasty dumb note then arrived in my box

pig latin with the charisma of socks

a boring boar roared at the fox

a gorilla no killer no thriller an ox

did you really then brag about this disgrace

and butt your head on the awfullest place

and swing your thing and erasing your face

you readied n steadied into inhuman race

well the morning was puke and the scenery was ill

and i wake up asleep and i dream of it still

jack and jill went up the last hill

jack broke his knacks n jill broke her thrill







19 Responses to “forklift”

  1. avatar
    Ess | 7 June 2011 at 4:46 pm #

    that made me laugh out loud

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    eekie | 7 June 2011 at 5:55 pm #

    Fun and snarky. Perfect!

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    al renwick | 7 June 2011 at 6:01 pm #

    me too

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    Guitarbarella Manestar | 7 June 2011 at 7:03 pm #

    Lol… Bloody good ending too.:o)x!

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    andy | 7 June 2011 at 7:13 pm #

    i was at the hideous house full of pricks in the styx sunday night!

  6. avatar
    M | 7 June 2011 at 8:27 pm #

    all of the above. thanks for a great start to my day!

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    princey | 7 June 2011 at 10:03 pm #

    Enjoyed that little poem 🙂

    Hope u don’t mind me asking, but, did u shave your beard into a pointy-magician-shaped thing or is it just a photo effect??

    See ya Friday!

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    Karen | 7 June 2011 at 10:34 pm #

    made me go “lol” as well
    :O wouldnt want to get on your wrong side..
    sounds like jack with his broken knacks & jill with no thrill got what they deserved

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 7 June 2011 at 11:04 pm #

    Excellent remedy for a hairy bunch of days. If you ever had the chance to pen children’s books, you may scare the little buggers straight.

    Brilliant !!!

    Darrin K.

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    Lara | 7 June 2011 at 11:52 pm #

    Clever devil you are. 🙂

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    Freddie | 8 June 2011 at 9:00 am #


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    Once | 8 June 2011 at 10:38 am #

    If I’d divined the perfect life
    Oh, so much sunshine and light
    I’d bask in the universal waves
    Of the love we all deserve
    And so you would have me believe
    That I am special, your child
    And deserving of this joy
    But I must have turned a wrong corner
    One dark night, or maybe
    On several bright days
    Because you can’t stop teaching me
    Tearing me down from wherever I am
    Echoing my pain and screaming in my ears
    Taking away the smallest of things
    And leaving a hole in their place
    If I had been born in a different world
    Struggling to draw breath and feed
    Would you have given me that much more
    Peace in my soul or my meaning?
    I no longer understand you
    And you scare me because
    I have too much and I know it
    And you crucify people like me.

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      Once | 8 June 2011 at 10:44 am #

      Disclaimer: Um…sorry God, but I am a bit disillusioned at present. You give it to me because I can handle it, no? What happens when I get tired?

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        DavidP | 9 June 2011 at 10:47 am #

        ask for strength

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          Once | 13 June 2011 at 5:07 am #

          Hey David…ya know what? I did, and…it actually worked!!! I am a bit freaked out by that (believing in that which we cannot see will do that, I guess), but very very glad!!

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            DavidP | 14 June 2011 at 9:45 pm #

            what room is there for mere belief when we have directly experienced something, that is gnosis, & that is true faith.

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    hellbound heart | 11 June 2011 at 7:57 am #

    very very good……!!

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