Jackson

David Lee Roth’s Gaping lycra tights Don’t thrill me. That singer in a Codpiece Doesn’t spill me. Mick Jagger’s Padding Only chills me. But there’s a Brown leather jacket That could kill me! Read more

Well I’ve got you here in voice I can get you anytime I want! For a short time of joy Only to be followed by the dragging hunger. Well I’ve got you here in image Oh yes! I can see the image Reading expressions into it. The dragging hunger Yes! And tonight, tonight it is Read more

You walk from the flat with the comfortable chairs Out the door and down the stairs Over the bridge across the river’s mud Around a puddle of glass and blood Past the freeway with its eyes on fire Near a church with a nightlight spire Through the park with the lurking corners And a wailing Read more

Four girls dressed alike walk across a lawn. Four bouncy girls with spindly legs in suffocating black tights below short, faded, splayed blue skirts crush the grass with sullen brogues. Above their waists, pastel blouses flop out of stunted jackets. It looks like a school uniform, but I’m afraid it’s in fashion. First published in Read more

One-dose OD killed off old me Need fresh OD kill new old me allow skin shed let new new me smash thru old skin leave old for dead. Read more

You have Touched me With your life, with your words Now if they Touch you It’ll be like acid in my eyes They better Leave you Because I’ve learned a few tricks And if they Touch you There’ll be confusion and pain And when I Get like that They better look out for their necks Read more