‘O my townspeople!’ —
All Love does is unearth these things that are Verboten
A gun in a velvet Glove that went off in your hands
And with piss and shit and sweat and blood we
Continue, click, c-lick, cli-ck:
You remember what it is, when it washes through you like a c i d,
Challenging you to contain your poisons.
T h e r e ‘s nothing to write: why would there be
When life is lived on the battered cuffs of
torn manilla envelopes
and I keep looking at something
like if I look at it long enough
[PORTRAIT OF BORED GIRL;right-align]
it will reveal the secret of life?
Oh. Babe. Why did it take you so long?
There’s no secret here.
Just keeping digging with your elfin f i n g e r s
and everyone will lo ve you just fine.
Just keep on with the fingers
and you’ll be fine.
you’re the one
that has to make the m oo v e
didn’t they teach you that in school // didn’t it p r ooo v e
itself as you smoked out the edges of your voice to make it s m oo oo t h
but then you’re back there with a crush you can’t d i s s o l v e
all a l oooo f hissing like a
Solpadeine Max in a goblet
Oh, I’ve stood in the storied, candied splendour of the copper hair
I found in the vacuum cleaner, you left it for me
Like a wreath of gold
‘O my townspeople!’
Out with the window
Out with the crushing Fall
and the leaves, now
as crisped as Islington bruschetta
on their way
to the f l ooo r
I can’t b r r e a t h e no more