A Baker's ex-wife ran out of cake
so she gave head for some bread.

if i seem strange forgive me
it's just that i sometimes know
the littlest secrets of the hiddens
and of magic
                            and blood

that hides in flowers
                                          but at

night comes out like a song
and is fair and ugly but not mean
and has the body of the nicest girl
that you would want to kiss
but will never let you
because even though she's not
mean
            but nice

instead, but she'll never let you
kiss her because she's coy
with cherry red lipstick and
a smart haircut

                               so

please forgive me if i seem
a bit strange because really
i'm sorry
                  if it bothers you

i have tasted the earth
who was a girl
whose body tasted of apple and spice
whose hair was the sea
whose lips smelled of frankincense and thyme
whose hips were a bay
flush with the wisp of spring
which are a tonic
that i am habitually to eat

Ride your bike at night with no breaks & no lights
no street lamps in the country & PEDAL
as fast as you can so everything is a deadly blur
A MILLION MILES A MINUTE
believe that the road knows where are you are going
& that it loves you & that it is soft & that
'pain is just weakness leaving the body'
//meat-head *******//blah
I no longer wish to write like jazz
but to only be honest
alas, once again my hands are a opaque swizzle
of pink flesh & I find myself wanting to voice my
words with my bones & scream GALLEEB SHIMB CRANK ROARR-
EEEEEE like I always do

Friday night I danced in the dark with great humiliation
& not caring(much)drank down brown ale & talked to no girls
I realised that music was dying & what then but eatsleepdrinkfuckdeath again&again;&again;&again;
spoke of films I knew nothing about but nodded anyway
like I always do
once again attempting to walk the 25 miles home for lack of pockets & broke in to the train station where we slept & smoked under the milky light of no glasses.