| 1. The masturbating musician broke the toilet. So point your crooked finger down my throat and spew lukewarm. Roll 'em! It's the Satanic soap. Oh GOD your eyes burn black intensity of what we did & the waves of remembrance break & the drip ain't no icicle. The newest bubble-bath--where? And the red flicker and optical pop. Stay in the sharp-corner square so I can keep hitting you with your own fist. Hey, shit-for-brains, boy are you sitting in a pile. Four pronged rock'n'roll. Hack a wing, too circumcised... either way, it's sorta functional. You've just won a date to Milo's, Venus de Milo's (Know what she likes?) Fall deep and increase speed, signs fly by too fast to read. Doesn't matter how often I fall in the dirt You know I'm still gonna fight you hurt. Joy and pain, it's all the same and both too much to long remain. Waiting, on the caffeine string, for the fall. Why now the rock cavern? This is not what I expected to calcify. Dig in your claws to what you've got and hold on in the demon breath. Thrown in the river to die and live. PamFriedEhli/1991 |
| 2. Eaten alive, so to speak; I'll suck you raw. Well, at least I'll get one thing out of this relationship: I give really good head. So where are you? Being beguiled by the serpant? Who could blame you? It would be nice to stick back, to stick while getting stuck. "Don't go," he cried. Sidewalk sex in the park after dark with my skirt riding up...woof! Surprised the hell out of that jogger, we did. Everyone cries, except those who resist; Then they fall off the mountain and become avant-garde, finding "meaning" in pretending to be other people. Bearded weirdo's. I'll spit in their P.C. faces. Move through the dance, hey. There are no patterns, necessarily, only there and back again. PamFriedEhli/1992 |
| 3. Black strands across tan, & almond blue. The days used to be warm at night with just a little nip. Now they're a little hazy; they were then too, or maybe just woozy. A couple of strutting gazelles-- Equal, opposite, untainted. Or was it sterling, & tarnished to start with? We were lazy, 'cause we could be and now I'm just sluggish to ride the whirlwind. PamEhli/1992 |
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