What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names
wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames
in the fake-ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!
The hours hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types
so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles
so we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb' in your ear brain
Get unfunny! Such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one
Just when things seem so paperparrent like my toothface? Like my out-do?

Oh a streak, O'treacly [not a typo] ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows
erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows
Account the addups till Do-nots are we balanced? we're in business!
Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's... all legs and armour
I had a dreadful diehood diehard drunken sunken, Monk-heart
Oh I had a Wonderful diehood thanks to my fa. fa. family

Nick The Stripper

Nick the stripper
hideous to the eye
hideous to the ee
he's a fat little insect
a fat little insect
and OOOOOOHHHH! Here we go again

Nick the stripper
dances on all fours
dances on all fours
He's in his birthday suit
he's in his birthday suit
and oooooohhhh! here we go again

Nick the stripper
hideous to the eye
hideous to the eye
he's a fat little insect
a fucked little insect
and OOOOOOOOHHHH! Here we go again
Insect insect insect insect

Ho-ho

Worn and gnawn
a little hole
just a small hole
letting in a sick wind
in small puffs

yo-ho hole
yo-ho hole
through which blow
a small sick wind
yo-ho hole
yo-ho-hole
puff puff
the sick wind blows

slupping stitches leading to so slight a hole
slipping in a sick wind
slippery sickly wind

yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
across the threshole
a little sick wind
yo-ho-hole
yo-ho-hole
yo-ho
the sick wind blows

Figure of Fun

Obsessive, deadpan
moribund seasick etc.

King Ink

King Ink strolls into town
he sniffs around

King Ink kicks off his stink-boot
sand and soot and dust and dirt and
he's much bigger than you think
King Ink
King Ink, wake up, get up
Wake up, up, up, up, up, up
A bug crawls up the wall
King Ink feels like a bug
and he hates his rotten shell
Cha-cha-{10 cha's)
King Ink, get up, go forth
wake up-what's in that room
wake up- what's in that house?
Express thyself say something loudly
AAAAHHHH! What's in that room?
Sand and soot and dust and dirt
dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt
King Ink feels like a bug
swimming in a soup-bowl
Oh yer! Yer! What a wonderful life
Fats Domino on the radio

A Dead Song

This is True
Mister nothing said forever said
I can sing
Hit it! Make it a dead one
with words like
blood, soldier mother
O.K. O.k.
I want to sleep before the end
which is impolite
Hit It! Make it a dead one
If nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
you can sing the end
o.k o.k.
then I could get
all the little animals out of my room
Hit it! With a broom
O.k O.k
Put them in a big white sack
no visitors came
hit it! With words like.....
Thou shalt not
The end

Yard

In our yard
How many chickens can we count
on our fingers and toes
on their toes
sitting on fathers hole
siting on his chest
crushing rocks of dirt
the earth is soft in our
yard yard
stones in my shoes
and feet
dragging them through museums
where
under glass
refridgerate
freeze
hands and feet
and knobbly knees
yard yard

Dull Day

The light from the window
falls on the floor
and after it breaks
I cut my feet
on the little bright pieces
I glow in the dark
But only when night falls
it's falling it's falling
it falls

My head is a night-club
club-clubbed to dull drums
beating to slow
to dance or to breathe or to dance
I insist that you cut in
I A La Flambe
i'm drinking i'm drinking
I'm drunk

Just You and Me>

First: I tried to kill it with a hammer
thought that I could lose
the head
sure! We've eaten off the silver
when even the food was against us
and then I tried to kill it in the bed
Second: I gagged it with a pillow
but awoke the nuns inside my head
they pound their goddy-goddy fists
from the inside-so from the outside
I got good: I stuck it. Dead
Thirdly: I put my lips upon it
And blew a frost across
its flat
I wrote upon its outside-surface
"Tonite we're on the outside surface"
Just you and me girl: You and me and the fat

Blundertown

Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm
smothered in mud at the foot of the river
the color vague is slapped around stupid
blood dries to a very dull color

I'm drowning and there is no relief from

It's only 12,000 miles to heaven
but the car is broken and we're all well-spoken
I've met three people but I don't think they like me
and we all talk about the state of the weather

I'm drowning and there is no relief from

And everything I say are my own thoughts
Don't listen to my very dull brother

I'm drowning and there is no relief from

Kathy's Kisses

Kathy's kisses, They fall out of
her mouth onto the floor, collect dust
and sweep them under the door