Please please please
No more Kennedy’s
Nigger please please
Let there be no more kennedys
May 23, 2013
No more Kennedys
Don’t lose your connection
Walkin to the chapel
Ebook in my pocket
Evil lurks but nobody’s watching
Lookin for a connection
Somebody’s gotta have one
Don’t make me pray lord
Everybody should have one
A personal connection
Like frodo and gandalf
Everyone get ready for the
Satellite meltdown
Space junk is comin
Turn it to space dust
Don’t lose your connection
Whenever the wind gusts
Have some respection
A little insurrection
In your white suit
I think we made a connection
Don’t get introspective
When it comes to making choices
Hold onto your connection
Whatever say the voices
January 3, 2013
Bryan Ferry’s Voice
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
October 22, 2012
They Kill Wild Horses
Why don’t they tell you on the package
You have to sift thru all the wreckage
Today we dine
On the dross that Mephistopheles chucked in his car
They kill wild horses
on the hoof , or when they’re chasing a truck
they kill wild horses
and if they had a choice they’d lay an egg like a duck
Ol Mephistopheles had troubles of his own
when his cat ran out on him he totally froze
Guns ablaze, he came out swingin doubling in size
every 15 minutes, like yeast on the rise
August 20, 2012
Vanilla Ice Dream
I got some newfangled pastry, puffy as a ball
with some prime granny smiths on top of it all
an then some chillin blueberries heated warm to the cool
an some hokey pokey icecream to sweat off the pool
(about an hour ago · Like · 1 · Peter Morgan)
hokey pokey (37 minutes ago · Like – Steve McCabe)
more booty than you’d get in the pokey, even wit more blueberry than
haile salassie an the flakey crumb diggers
hum round like flies making dem big eyes while other niggas
die in da gunfights in da city of compton,
sure as snoop is westside
the reason they died is not a reason for pride
(21 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
delicious icecream hokey pokey its apt
its a whole lotta white with some chunks of black
well more like colored kids swirlin around
in this tipsy top world of hip hop sound… sound…sound
(17 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
you know you’re soakin in it, cool it, you’re still in charge
until the new boss takes over, name of marge
(15 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
deeshwashing liquid, i would never have guessed
piss of you old hag i came here for the test!
(13 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
i wanna see if my belly is sprouting a sprog
if so i’ll protect it from dingo and dog
and any other mongrel who might come along
trying to ply it it with bottle, needle or bong
(10 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
put your hand in the hand of the man who crossed
the keystone cops when they were keystone-nots
the city of brotherly love has come a long way
since general patton passed thru this way
(6 minutes ago · Like Steve McCabe)
city of sails is a city of snails
snail bait and switch is what i need
June 26, 2012
Kereru
beautiful swooping big bird weighing down the tree like a flying moa
not extinct but distinct and nearly senile
such it its wont and its plump belly
fired up with rotting flame tree leaves
crapping sterling seeds like they were weeds
all over the twitterverse
its a fiery ring in reverse
killing me softly then quietly
placing me in his private hearse
right next to the horse of Damiem Hirst
flogged to death i’ve never seen such a blue pointer
infested seawater shelling out peas like they were rainwater
copping peas, popping corn in the popping microwave sizzle-pan
you can catch ot as cats can if you can catch as cats can
no need to get catty, pointing out the fiery teaspoon arguments
all the argie bagie has surely become a moot point
fiscal deficit is neither here nor therewhen the postman lays a steaming brownie on your doorstoop
who are you gonna call, Dre, Jay-Z or Snoop?
are you in the Compton loop?
What steaming brownie troupe did you emanate from
high on crack and toting a machine gun
shooting blanks in the alley like a mod exile
thumbing my face with your finger killing me softly with your pesticide
killing me softly but surely with your pestilent petsicide
Oh well all kidding aside you will one day broadly kill us all with your virulent pesticide
Bleeding nastily like a huge weeping sore grumpily making its way to the fore
rotten to the core, seeping white cells like a dead jackdaw
so many people look at all the lonely people with the mustard and mayo right there at the door
pillish brain salad at the left with some salt and pepper, tell me if i’m being a bore
June 4, 2012
Pike River City Limits
29 lie under amidst the stream
Elevated to less humdrum dreams
Suffocated by greed and negligence
Superimposed fake intelligence
No dead canary to warn them
No heroes in a cage
Gaseous clay an underground tombstone
A river runs thru it, septic and odorous
Specific warnings noted and ignored
Smoking guns still smoking on the floor
Poisons no more brought back home
Nor bread, bacon, love or ham on the bone
A fantail farted
Yo yo yo it’s like a fantail farted in here
Lighting up the air with his one eyed stare
Lighting up the tree like a goddam Xmas tree
Lighting up the air like a captain of industry
Nothing to see here nothing to be
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort thee
Stay the course, stand your ground as the colossus of rhodes puts up another road block
Chock full of numbskull nuts , saving the best till last
On yer last legs the future is in your past
Teaching and screaming and learning the ropes
A waiter waits idly like a soap on a rope
He will never ever ever be pope
Where there’s hopeless beginnings there may be hope
The final solution is at the end of this rope
Balloon moon
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 27, 2012
Exfoliation with a loofah
Exfoliation with a loofah
How hard can it be
Don’t like cricket, don’t much fancy Betchadupa
Scratching at the seams like a buck-eyed dream
From gay Paree she came
Loaded up fully with a 10-inch loofah
Booked out till xmas with her high-price dreams
Scrathing the surface and ripping the seams
Pushin too hard can leave a sever welt
Welterweights scrap over which is worse
Paying more taxes and a shrinking wallet
Or the cold death of the universe
Scraping skin like ajax on steel
Scouring, not harsh scratching that will leave you limp
A positive imprint, a possible match
Looky here, loofah breeder is quite a catch!
