stevie mccabe's diabolic blog

May 23, 2013

No more Kennedys

Filed under: 2013 stuff, Anger, bleak, destiny, history, Hope, humanity, People, seething rage — Stevie McCabe @ 7:10 am

Please please please
No more Kennedy’s
Nigger please please
Let there be no more kennedys

January 3, 2013

Bryan Ferry’s Voice

Filed under: 2013 stuff, Anger, animal, beauty, Beliefs, bleak, destiny, fear, Fuming, nature, People, Poetry, Spirituality, Tradition — Stevie McCabe @ 4:03 pm

bf
Gaunt and tremulous, fragile and strong
Quivering betwixt matter and mind
Slightly sharpened on the end-notes
When by all sense of reason he’d be bound to go down

Slightly sharpened in white suit,
Elegant in suede chair , suits you sir
Mercedes and chablis, champagne for the lady
My dear you mean the world to me

Driver please take me to Assbury Park
For its cold outside and the passage is dark
you will all miss me when I am gone
Scarborough Fair will have nothing on this ballyhoo!

Slightly sharpened in smart tie
I miss you even before you’re dead

June 4, 2012

Balloon moon

Filed under: 2012 stuff, animal, beauty, bleak, destiny, fear, history, Moon, seething rage, Tide, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 12:18 pm

Balloon moon I’ll be down soon
Maybe sooner than you know it
30 ft flames light the dawns early light
Oh say can you see what the press will call it

A balloon moon, au claire de la lune
A Nice day for a ballon d’essai tune
A nice day to start again
Sister shotgun wearing a sorghum grin

A steely grin is what you need
When u hit the wires ignition is imminent
No time to consult the manual of how-to
Drop like a led balloon, deflated without u

Sink like a line zapped luftballon
The moons a balloon, let me inflate you
Hook line and sinker whats the matter whats up
Sinkin within or without you

Sinkin and swimming
Pedal to the wheel
Steely grin tells em you got the metal
Cinnamon pinwheel donkey-tail spin

May 30, 2012

My Jizzle

Filed under: 2012 stuff, anthropomorphism, beauty, Beliefs, bleak, Songs, Sorrow, Time — Stevie McCabe @ 1:06 pm

Look at my jizzle -
What a man without tackle can do with a speckle and a dazzle in his eye
a bleary-eyed suit with a cock-eyed view
September the eightth brings a straightened view

Seamlessly aimlessly riding out the storm
Killing the ceiling-drag rat as she crawls and lays her eggs
across and about walls, studs and nogs
visceral slayings of the vicious few

Achoo, sneezing like wizened thieves
firing on all cylinders, beating their hearts out
fighting for dear life, killing as she lays her eggs
mandibles clattering by the fence
MANDIBLES CLATTERING RIGHT BY THE FENCE

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