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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

May 14, 2012

Neon Lamp Stingray

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Anger, anthropomorphism, class, destiny, evil, fashion, humanity, icky, Spirituality, Time, Tragedy — Stevie McCabe @ 5:50 pm

Neon Lamp Stingray
An electric eelĀ  which you object to feel
Such a barrier ramp king ray
The lock of horns telling you you’re about to keel

like the biblical fish that swallowed jonah whole
a job lot with too many problems to assimilate
erked up on the seaside after three days of gall
a tricky feat for the movie to emulate

A neon ray stinglamp, electric eye , on and to be
or not to be, could be an iron deficiency
keen as mustard steely as the wheel
hardened criminals how do you feel

Isolated like a grounded boat-load of bait-lot
ground into pulp to make baitmeat for that lot
the leftover droppings can be pulped up for catmeat
i woundn’t feed it to my cat, but i’d feed it to my prince

m’lord find here the finest shrove
of giggly aunties and artichokes
a nip of brandy from the last century
i’ll stamp your hand now lest you need re-entry.

March 11, 2012

REPERTOIE UN HOMME

Filed under: 2012 stuff, Anger, history, Hope, humanity, icky, Love, monsters — Stevie McCabe @ 1:28 am

Re-asserting it in the affirmative
an i can spell it
if you aint wearin spermicide
you can surely smell it

I’m emanatin it
like an old man excretes sweat an pee
like a sweet pea wrings itself
to get off the tree

M – molotov cocktail
A – AIDS and cocksuckin weed
N – Nazi Sympathizers gathering round everywhere you can see

crawlies in the shovel cause a whole lot o trouble
wind blows your way the larkspur sail needs to double
rudder on the aft whose mainsail puffs
puffed up whitey grille-teeth chew the fat and the kibble

Gnarly teeth whisperers gnaw the brittle to the bone
No cavity left unfilled when yr home alone
Latchkey neighbours taking liberties
Have got a nerve given their proclivities

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