Post by Pinkline Jones on Nov 17, 2004 10:03:20 GMT 10
DIARY OF A BOBBING THONG – TOILET WATER 3AM
(Pinkline Cohen)
She was there
Looking at me
Like a reflection in
A windshield
The Garribaldi dance
Amongst the lunar thieves
She was posturing, a tender moment,
a broken fanbelt,
but who shaved
her eyebrows
Pour me another brandy
Rapacious, lascivious,
Give unto the divine uprising
Peter cast a stone
The unclear intensity
Say hello to the wine cork
We sat on the shore
Eating oranges
The prune juice
The cast of a thousand faces
Passed over the surly remnants
Her body oozed lilac
And her breath smelled like
Yesterday’s pizza
Francine's hands wander
In the diaphonous consumate
Of the evening surprise
Feed the beggars weetbix
Love unto others not
For the common man says
To his captor
Like sardines in a stream
Like a fork without tines
Like marmite in a windstorm
Paraschizoid dew drops
Stain the divan
I’m driving the cart horse
His eyes know more than
The price of vanity in the last rites
Of a disappointing Spring
those eyes tempt me like
A disconsolate refugee
The pleas for bread roll
The entrails of sanity
The toaster welds her body
To the doona like a glove
Painting the silky stars
No ode for confucius
The walls of jericho
The detritus of my toothbrush
Abandoned, alone,
The Ill-fated codpiece
Through the veil we kiss
The apostles shining their hibiscus
Paper dolls
We eat some more oranges
A cup of tea for the hungry
alone like a shivering harp seal
The wheels turn
Francine vomits in the basin
Watching frozen chicken wings
Wash down the drain
The golden days of sunstroke
Yesterday today tomorrow
Love is the crime
I wait for another orange
She answers to the last doorbell
Her boobs glisten in the moonlight
Karl Lagerfield skips rope with the children
An homage for the homeless
An ornament for the needy
We sleep, we eat oranges
It was a happy day
(Pinkline Cohen)
She was there
Looking at me
Like a reflection in
A windshield
The Garribaldi dance
Amongst the lunar thieves
She was posturing, a tender moment,
a broken fanbelt,
but who shaved
her eyebrows
Pour me another brandy
Rapacious, lascivious,
Give unto the divine uprising
Peter cast a stone
The unclear intensity
Say hello to the wine cork
We sat on the shore
Eating oranges
The prune juice
The cast of a thousand faces
Passed over the surly remnants
Her body oozed lilac
And her breath smelled like
Yesterday’s pizza
Francine's hands wander
In the diaphonous consumate
Of the evening surprise
Feed the beggars weetbix
Love unto others not
For the common man says
To his captor
Like sardines in a stream
Like a fork without tines
Like marmite in a windstorm
Paraschizoid dew drops
Stain the divan
I’m driving the cart horse
His eyes know more than
The price of vanity in the last rites
Of a disappointing Spring
those eyes tempt me like
A disconsolate refugee
The pleas for bread roll
The entrails of sanity
The toaster welds her body
To the doona like a glove
Painting the silky stars
No ode for confucius
The walls of jericho
The detritus of my toothbrush
Abandoned, alone,
The Ill-fated codpiece
Through the veil we kiss
The apostles shining their hibiscus
Paper dolls
We eat some more oranges
A cup of tea for the hungry
alone like a shivering harp seal
The wheels turn
Francine vomits in the basin
Watching frozen chicken wings
Wash down the drain
The golden days of sunstroke
Yesterday today tomorrow
Love is the crime
I wait for another orange
She answers to the last doorbell
Her boobs glisten in the moonlight
Karl Lagerfield skips rope with the children
An homage for the homeless
An ornament for the needy
We sleep, we eat oranges
It was a happy day
