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all night long (vocal)
04:15
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these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and head over heels
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’m tired but I’m not lazy
I want you so completely
all night long...
these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and heels over head
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’ve missed everything about you
these tastes, these smells and those sounds
all night long...
I’d reorganise constellations for you
I would...and you know I could...
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these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and head over heels
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’m tired but I’m not lazy
I want you so completely
all night long...
these sheets are sticky and crumpled
from where you’ve been hanging on
fingers and tongues have conjured poetry
your mind has whipped up a storm
head to toe and heels over head
it’s been so...so fucking long
I’ve missed everything about you
these tastes, these smells and those sounds
all night long...
I’d reorganise constellations for you
I would...and you know I could...
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4. |
four poems (revisited)
03:12
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agnostics can be found
sat astride the transparent wall
that separates the punters
rolling naked in heaven’s clover
from the massed ranks of atheists
who are naturally surprised
but know their place
their necks are craned
as they file past the gates
enquiring gazes are met
with friendly shouts and waves
acquaintances are recognised
eyebrows are raised
and quizzical half-smiles
are etched on each and every face
and I just shake my head
almost imperceptibly
and move on with the rest
these feelings
are like
icicles solar
just melting
inconsequential moisture
telepathically coupled
unconsummated flesh
yielding to
imagined temptations
not permitted
also uninvented
nonetheless enticing
deluded contemplations
yes when
attention received
naked imagination
goes unchecked
such a deviant
one look corrupts
the rising sun
curdles breast milk
with the flick
of a tongue
vomit inducing philosophy
pisses in the
face of decency
open your mouth
utter verbal excrement
flows out incessantly
a little harsh
perhaps you know
who you are
when the revolution
comes you’re first
against the wall
I’ve arranged and
polished these bullets
especially for you
don’t I right
the wrongs now
write the rules?
surprised I find
myself up against
the wall too
as we changed the sheets today
I found my lost libido
in the dust that gathers in clumps
under the bed
quivering next to an errant sock
they huddled together for a little warmth
I’d previously reported it awol, astray
missing presumed dead
(I’ve heard it said and I’ve read
that's how the solar system formed,
you know - gas, dust, odd socks
and lost libido)
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agnostics can be found
sat astride the transparent wall
that separates the punters
rolling naked in heaven’s clover
from the massed ranks of atheists
who are naturally surprised
but know their place
their necks are craned
as they file past the gates
enquiring gazes are met
with friendly shouts and waves
acquaintances are recognised
eyebrows are raised
and quizzical half-smiles
are etched on each and every face
and I just shake my head
almost imperceptibly
and move on with the rest
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6. |
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these feelings
are like
icicles solar
just melting
inconsequential moisture
telepathically coupled
unconsummated flesh
yielding to
imagined temptations
not permitted
also uninvented
nonetheless enticing
deluded contemplations
yes when
attention received
naked imagination
goes unchecked
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7. |
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such a deviant
one look corrupts
the rising sun
curdles breast milk
with the flick
of a tongue
vomit inducing philosophy
pisses in the
face of decency
open your mouth
utter verbal excrement
flows out incessantly
a little harsh
perhaps you know
who you are
when the revolution
comes you’re first
against the wall
I’ve arranged and
polished these bullets
especially for you
don’t I right
the wrongs now
write the rules?
surprised I find
myself up against
the wall too
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8. |
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as we changed the sheets today
I found my lost libido
in the dust that gathers in clumps
under the bed
quivering next to an errant sock
they huddled together for a little warmth
I’d previously reported it awol, astray
missing presumed dead
(I’ve heard it said and I’ve read
that's how the solar system formed,
you know - gas, dust, odd socks
and lost libido)
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