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September 17, 2011

gurney to the stars

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Christchurch, clothing, Collective Consciousness — Stevie McCabe @ 7:03 pm

pelican hamstrung within meters of water

gulping at sand like satan’s daughter

hip-strung  on schedule like auckland commuters

everythings snow white just like on computers

stinging nostrils blow out the flagellum

from left and from right side like david mcallum

sapphire and steel who knows it who knows it

theres a a lyre in your pants pocket

who knows who blows it

nobody knows who blows barneys horn

betty you bet she aint plastering corn

dealin with the devil directly

insurrection time is complimentary

clamp ons sealing the mouths of babes

the clipons are nearly past their use by date

tantriffic seminal ushered-in prose

sealed with a kiss in luxury hose

September 3, 2011

instant recall

Filed under: 2011 Stuff, Ambivalence, Anger, Rock, Songs, Sorrow, Space, Spirituality — Stevie McCabe @ 8:10 pm

instant recall – like your mother said, you’re right up to your knees in dreck!
makin it with teletubbies like you’re the new broom in the room, hairy as shrek around the neck

try a little tenderness and a little less shoeshine it leaves a skidmark when you leave
inflicting paralysis on ejection is not my m.o. but if you bring it on yourself i can’t help than mister

please mister please will you save that ass for me , not once not twice but as many times as it takes to make it
powdery like a milk – pool in a a high flung wind as compared to the gnarly cess pool it is right now even the cretins and huns were howling how do you carry that thing about, its a weapon of mass destruction. saddam and gadaffi invoked the geneva convention!
the mlk gang  took a mass collection, i don’t care i was paid up front in full
you’d be a fool if you think its over already its only just begun keep your eyes clear of wool,
those silver sixpences you saved will keep you well out of danger, bein a bush ranger makes you no stranger to danger
keep the bush fires burning with anxiety, fight fires not fire the internal , infernal heat of your majesty!

mlk’s alright by me, whatever suits your style
i got mine he got his both of us use the same turnstyle
to hoop the hoop and hop over and ream the philly’s coach with an iron baton and pound his nose into a wheaten mass, but i digress

cobblestone filters always hide the faded tears
the drippy side effects of yellowing beers
pleading , sometimes suerceceding such surlplus anger
what would it cost to be trained up as a bush ranger?
please mr qadaffi or whatever yer name is
salut, allah akhbar , the wind is strong in this one
tailpipe ballooning like a lead beret
goodbye, good luck see you out on the field some day!

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