"Riot Spray"

Ruins of my teeth – I'm no whale
Deserts of my blood
Sick and pale
And far from safe
Get off, punk and clean the grave
Of time
Cause now you're feasting
On eternal shitty life

Product of your excrement
Excitement of tomorrow
Excrement of decent lives
Dirge of entertainment
Plays of love and horror
Same old billboards showing
Same pearly whites
Trash I say, is this
Trash I say, that's I
And who's that I that speaks or writes
Products like this song
Excrement of petrified
Whale blood painted gold

You eat trash then trash it
Trash becomes your food again
You shoot junk and then release it
Junk's this planet's second name
And ain't it a shame – I'm no whale
Who's got the time for a mammal gone fresh
Off the market's table or press
Read your newspaper today
Forget the news
That's written on your white facade
In riot spray

"This is Danger"

Take a shot at Eddie
He's armless
Take a shot at fiction
It's harmless

Myths under the carpet
Myths under the carpet

Stain yourself with life
Stain yourself with life

Careful with these words
Don't promise me too much
Careful with these words
Don't promise me too much

Take a look inside
Theater's painless
Cut your wrists again
I am stainless

Scalpel, dirt and bone
Sounds approaching home
Scalpel, dirt and bone
Sounds approaching home

This is danger
This is danger
This is danger
This is danger

"Annie from the Block Across the Street"

Annie from the block across the street
Heard my songs and read my poems first
Stuck one to the wall on a stairway where me met
Kissed me quick and said my pa just left

There’ll be sex and music all night through
Wine and beer will flow, there’ll be joints for me and you
There’ll be nakedness and magic in our windows pale and gray
And tomorrow morning laughter and the things our folks will say
When we finally get to school both late and torn
With the logic of the moment when our teenage love was born

Annie was the portal into stars
I was dreaming of a lean black car
So I could drive her round to a rock’n’rolling sound
Freely on the highway, out of districts, out of town

We’d disappear forever on the scent of gasoline
Annie had the power to fuel the meanest dreams
Wicked arms and lips the taste of mellow tangerine
She was all the local boys' favorite loving machine
But mine to keep and clean
And part of the catholic scene

Annie, magic girl soon to lady of the town
Everybody wants her, and nobody wants to frown
So her words combined with acid work pure magic on lost boys
And unwilling they become famous actors in a Royce
When the new narcotic vision dawns on early morning docks
We remember and we worship little Annie from the block

Angels are rare, hearts are young
Songs are short and life's a song
Dawn is bright until she smiles
Then we're off to holy night
Nightmares of illusion drop
From the roof of Annie's block
Pterodactyl wings are spread
In my teenage bombing head
Night begins and sacred sex
Laughter, love petitions death

"Extracts from a Drunkard's Twilight"

My mouth, open
breath stinks of the whole
ugly day
that day stinks of
man's whole history
stinking of
chance, unnecessary births
to the bog clouds
of exhaustion, warehouse
blitz & humorous
obituaries
once the music stops
playing

Remnants of matches
stick out like crosses
from my pockets
twirling the highway roaming...
cars - the birds of the handicapped crescent
feeding sky w/ remnants
of someone else's
dream
making that someone happy
bookstoring out of the rust
in my burger
toothpicking ash from the heart

Ugly the word on the block
death in the schoolyard, uninvited
teacher; kids the glorious leaders
of rebellion, now grown up & married
to sex-shop telecoms
transmitting orgasms like candles
sometimes transmit
the bareness; nakedness of priests
tied to perfumed chairs
of lottery; honesty of night,
drawing straws; the lucky ones
are on fire
drink that hard, I dare you
live that quick, you're doubled

My fist, open
used to contain the plot
tables of planes & footprints, left
cautiously stabbing the sky
my only friend I witness, my only
silver girl; companion through the summer
downer, drag corridor, base cake growing
in the oven, someone made dinner
for drunkards, someone took care of my
crosses; & ugliness pales
in the small unhealthy visage
of a sailor
who first brought dope to town.