the kicksville saga

I have known of many minds

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:25:19 -0400

I have known of many minds, that hang between mens legs.
One step up from gutter, swinging, one step down from hate.
Fears fall out, in that there head, a mouth that never quits,
with the ears that just don’t hears, and hairs that grow and split.
Now wallows in its crapulance,down in its humid sweat
often out, point the way, or proudly pitching tent.
troubles seem so far above, only pleasure is the goal.
Spelunking be its only passion, just diving into hole.

"when bread knife bill comes to stay"

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 14:07:04 -0500

“when bread knife bill comes to stay”

- when bread knife bill comes to stay
even the birds fly off for the day
better to go deaf than see in bills mind
it was prickly and hard yet sum how fur lined
he will sink all your drink give the wife a quick wink
then stumble off to pass out in the down stairs sink

the very next day a foul odor pervade
it seems that bills smell will never fade
he slimes like a slug where ever he be
glows in the dark with eyes that can see
another clean spot that needs drenched in his pee
i wish he’d would find some other friend than me!

"with naught but scars and pain to show killin infection from years ago no vains in arm no ‘arm..."

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 11:51:00 -0400

“

with naught but scars and pain to show
killin infection from years ago
no vains in arm no ‘arm in vain
all the years go down the drain

sitin alone a mind at play
with too much time to think or prey
look for reasons too carry on
and on and on and on and on!

a punctured lung the blood too sweet
one crushed hand two fractured feet
neck full o rocks back twisted knots
ears full o wax eyes seein dots
some puss filled spots a runny nose
teeth gone bye three broke toes
knee with a break lugs full of coal
old broken heart n shriveled soul

”

"mommy,mommy, where are ya now ? pushin’ up daisies or out on the prowl ? left me..."

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 11:51:00 -0400

“

mommy,mommy, where are ya now ?
pushin’ up daisies or out on the prowl ?

left me sittin by me self
you’ve left me on my own
left me with ya fears n hate
you left me with no ‘om

a famly that i’ll never know
no one will ever fill
the vacant space that mommy left
that totaled up to nil

all this life i’ve surched for her
in every one i meet
but nun have ever satisflied
like her, have beat their feet

you tought me not the art of love
to question all kind acts
so now i’m planing suicide
or murder with an axe

”

"cruzin’ down the avenue tryin’ not to score lookin’ for sobroty but all i find is..."

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 17:13:19 -0400

“

cruzin’ down the avenue tryin’ not to score
lookin’ for sobroty but all i find is more

dont need a tender kiss from another fuckin’ whore
not another fuckin’ junky showin’ me a golden door

a better way of diein’ no luv no peace street law
slash of blade a glancein’ blow a punch upon the jaw

stole me stash ‘n cash ‘n n left me on the floor
will this be me bloody death just goin’ to the store

”

"wit a beer n a bong, worship wots on the telly or streemin’ pod cast as curry n chips..."

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 17:07:35 -0400

“

wit a beer n a bong, worship wots on
the telly or streemin’ pod cast
as curry n chips flow past ya numb lips
the pictures go grindin’ along

a day in the life is ,life in a day
too poor to be living to well
ya call or ya text for wot ya need next
safe in ya box ware ya’ll stay

one day they will come,to carry you on
to heaven or hells brim stone
to hang wit the host, or slowly spit roast
or find it woz just a big con

”

"hoodys got a wire n’ he’s a real jurk, screws a poor young woman, git,s drunk n’..."

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 17:06:41 -0400

“hoodys got a wire n’ he’s a real jurk,
screws a poor young woman,
git,s drunk n’ go’s to work
thort he woz a friend of a friend of a friend,
but a friend of a friend he woz not ,in the end
kuz he’s stiched you up ,he’s grassed you out,
he’s fucked your life ,for that there’s no dout
now he’s going home n’ you’re going down,
you got time to kill, he’s a big shot in town
you’re a feather in his cap ,a pat on the back
,another gold medel n’ a another hit of crack
that hoodys got a wire n’ he’s cort you out,
now the groots know ,wot you are about”

a dream

Thu, 05 May 2011 13:03:00 -0400

the gay little candle went out with a poof

and the eyeball was shipped out to sea

a table in dark with a squid and a shark

both snapping and biting at me

I’m chewing and chewing as fast as thier doing

in end theres a splater of gore

just a tooth and a beak and a bit of a cheek

now that we three are no more!

HINTS FOR A HOLLOW LIFE

Sat, 06 Nov 2010 17:49:00 -0400

you’re eating in Tuscany, me from a dumpster

i chew on old garbage, you on your lobster

nice down comforter, on the bed where you sleep

with the slime in the gutter, is where i must creep

thousands of dollars, you drop when you dine

but you cant stand to look, as you throw me a dime

you don’t give a toss, to find out my name

‘cause to pigs like you, we all look the same

you jump in your jet,and you dash to n fro

but for people like me, we got no where to go

GRAVE DIGGER

Thu, 09 Sep 2010 16:01:07 -0400

for brass in the pocket an a belly of drink
off for more bodies is all that they think
pulled out of your box and into the light
i’ll drag you cadaver into the night
i know that you hear me,alas theres no fight
youre brought to chamber antiseptic an bright
the people are pleasant but don’t seem quite right
where your drawn and your quartered devoured polite

THE BRICK

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 08:43:00 -0400

there once was a brick who wonted nothing more in life than to be a revolutionary

he wood lie on his pile and shout dogma of anarchy and freedom to all who past

he wood dream when no one bout going thru the big plate glass windows down the high street

one day some scruffy looking people smelling of patchouli and vomit

herd the bricks chants and slogans and being only simple people agreed

there is no great society

besides the kids wonted to liberate what was on the other side of the glass

so the leader of the group picked up the brick and hurled it towards the shop

“this is it” thort the brick”finally me destiny”

but as the brick hit the window in a clap of anticipation

he bounced off landed on the ground crushed

he was kicked to the curb by a policeman’s boot

that had always wonted to kick some hippies brick

wot woz i

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 17:04:00 -0400

pullda wool upon da spoon

spred me out like sum cheep luncheon

cheesecake n heroin”wot woz i finkin”

served up together in dat chelsea dungeon

i guess i shooda seen it kumin

i took da knife n made it plunge in

fort u woz me yoko ono

but u woz me nancy spungen

with a chance like that i'd..............................

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:59:00 -0400

to bored with the freedom to create all day?

to bored to pick up an instrument to play?

to bored to do the things that i love?

to bored to push n pull n shove?

to bored with the past begining to drowned?

to bored with wot is yet to be found?

to bored with others or hear wot they say?

to bored to git out me own fucking way!

sail for sole

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:51:00 -0400

a man he came
a place he found
sat right down
and lied around
spun his tail
to all whod hear
sold it well
for just one beer

A BEE OUT OF WATER WILL NOT PRODUCE

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:46:00 -0400

the bottle is almost empty
the nibbles are all gone off
the air is still n silent
except for that reefer koff

one less summer left to live
i guees one winter too
another krushin year gone bye
a year with nothin new

i am so ready to perform
to give this world me best
n kick its ass both up n down
before i’m put to rest

so here are we at square one
again! it drains me health
but since youre not listenin
ill just talk to meself

MEAN WHILE........

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:39:00 -0400

out back by the old saw mill
were the metal bangers go deaf
in time
sirans wail jittery warbles
a dogs howl acompanys the din
unharmoniously
all lubricated by large gulps
ov heavy red rust
a simple base
thick with vine
and creepy cralleys
yet to be catologued

brick speaks

to some the primal drones beckon
the “business” just mutter and cringe
run him to city centre
because this is the lunatic fringe

sending the piggy a quiver
back to his moon lit bog
remember me girls we love bacon
and he is a fat little hog

LUNA'S RANT TO A PAST OUT PIGGY

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:25:00 -0400

no rest in life
you’re in a rut?
you’re to streesed
to get it up!
think your shit
don’t stink at all?
you are crusin’
for that fall!
no regard
for others feelin?
drives them all
up the ceilin!
heres a message
peas reply?
won’t you go ‘n
fuckin’ die!

every time i think ov u it rains

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:24:00 -0400

on lonely night streets
humming lights flicker
rain soked reflection
fort lost in a splash

past due deprestions
mixed with a cold frunt
servere storm conditions
bilt up over time

thunder rattles on raw nerves
like hell keeping strict time
pitch black wet silence
stinging on goose flesh

day break brings clearing
sunshine with blue skys
forsight n hindsight
both weathered the storm

hollo weenies

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:21:00 -0400

Georgetown punk
years to late
mom an dead don’t wont you
but the tourists think ya great!

chicken skin that is ya face
slimy slag drips out ya nose
ya stealin’ mommy’s makeup
an cuttin’ up ‘er clothes

Jesus hardcore punkette
ya iz a fuckin’ sight
see ya in the daylight
ya really not quite right

bort a leather jacket
wit’ mother’s tear soaked money
ya off to fuckin Smash
it’s realy kinda funny

Georgetown punk
let’s just say that it is fate
mom an dead don’t like you
but the tourists think you’re great!

git a jar ov’ blue ‘air dye
an that cute spike choker
if ‘e woz a son ov’ mine
i think I’d av’ to poke ‘er

the world gos round wit’ out ya
politics ya unaware
you got no fuckin’ clue my son
an i bet you jus’ don’t care

listenin’ to the same three cords
ya just a borin’ prat
punk rock rules ok ya thinks
an that dumb shit is that

Georgetown punk
all you woz woz fuckin’ hate
mom an dead disown you
an the tourists think that great

ya got no brains inside ya ‘ead
went lookin’ for a job
but you iz unemployable
you work shy drunken nob

ya stencil slogans on a sidewalk
the cops ya arse they kicked
you said the word then showed the finger
they said you’re fuckin nick’d

shagged an fagged an striped an shaved
rottin’ in the shitty jail
you don’t think you’re clever now
no one to pay your bail

Georgetown punk
years to fuckin’ late!
mom an dead won’t save you
an the tourists think you’re bait

i guess it seems so damn clever

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:18:27 -0400

now who wonts to fool this fool
to string i’m up for one more time
av a larf an drag the bugger
so damn clever w’hit ‘iz line

‘es so scared ‘e nows it’z showin’
bein’ fake takes up the day
this ‘art ‘e wears it on ‘es sleeve
it seems ‘es got no game to play

‘appyness leaks out ‘iz pockets
leaves a trail were ‘e did go
seems a waist ‘eed like to ‘av it
i guess ‘e needs to lurn to sow