Fridge

10/01/12

What on earth to have for tea?

I wonder whilst I drink

A question, narrowed significantly

When I peer into the fridge

My eyes, first, glance the mouldy fruit

The cabbage and the mince

Defrosted, it was, weeks ago

No one’s checked it since

But what is this I see

Before me, is there something forming?

Maybe I could have this for tea

If it shows no signs of warning

I know now the nose knows best

Sniffing its smell is the ultimate test

Breath in sharply

I clamp down on my nostrils,

As tightly as I know how

As the whiff of wrenching waste

Squeezes on my bowels

Sensations of collecting vapour

Dampen my insides

Vibrations, like a caper

Sliding between the thighs

And yet I cannot slam the door

Or even move away

A smell that’s so horrific

It locks me in my place

Stretching out my nose

To this hypnotising stench

That reaches to my toes

And squeezes like a wrench

Arousal makes me wonder

If there’s beauty in this pain

And much admiration to gain

Do the senses find it so grotesque?

And ugly

That it’s exciting for the brain 

Samh


Here a recording at:
http://soundcloud.com/wirepipe/the-fridge

Dog

The dog, it is trapped
Forever forgetting it does no good

For it is captive
Constantly crying does no good


Yet it barks
and barks
it barks
barks barks


Pulsating out of rhythm
Every phrase a rhyme
Pardon...
I din't hear that time, no;
Please, please, stop.

The dog, held hostage
Winter wishing it wasn't as cold
When left inside
Internal imaging where life's not cold

Yet it barks
and barks
it barks
barks barks

Shouting, quite endlessly
Every phrase he's sending me
Stopping me from sleeping in
Shut up, shut up, please, shut up.

Samh

Crinkled Lady

06/01/2011

Short spaghetti

Slowly sliding up and down the crinkled woman’s throat

Peeling tomato

Squeezing flexibly from the gap round her eye

As she reaches, so tenderly

For her iron thorn coat

A bubble bursts on her leg

Then blood gushes from her thigh

Sliced sausages, peeling off the wall

Nose pickings all over the floor

Ashtray olives, waiting consumabley 

On a stolen bench table

Sweat dripping from the ceiling

She laps a little more

With a tongue of oceanic flavour

And hands tied up in cable

Dried cucumber, nailed to her feet

Worms cleaning up her ears

A heart that rarely hits a beat

Oh, her tomato tears

As she reaches so harshly

For her grasshopper cat

The abscess on her neck creeks

Then falls, with her, to the gooey mat

Samh

Clutter

24/02/2010

This is my only danger

the world surround is

A complex stranger

The more i know I don't know

One thing is made clear

The place around is

A predictable fear

The more they tell me the less I know

About things they say matter

The world surround is 

Only getting fatter

With a heavy greed, I wouldn't know

A tortured mind of clutter

The place around me where

The smart daren't utter

For the real thoughts, I don't know

I haven't heard, It's not said

For the people we're supposed to hear

Don't make sense in my head

Samh

University

About a third of the time

The conversation I heard was mine

But the street was full of listening choices

The other two thirds were different voices

So focusing in on one

Their intelligence has to have gone

As I listened to their deficient chatter
I concluded there must be something the matter

The heads I heard were inane

A communion lacking a brain

An assorted group of absolute cretin
It's hard to believe these people were let in

The master had left his minions

Non of them had their own opinions

So all that they said was fully defective
Their education has been ineffective

Which brings me to my point

The thing that makes my head disjoint

An area that bluffs such a polished face

Is the location that this all took place

Creatures from a “higher class”

Intellect respected by the mass

Too many must listen to what they say

Those students, overheard that day

Samh

Luck

11/03/2009

If you see a penny on the ground

Ignore it, ignore it
And let the world go round
This selfless act
In actual fact
Could cause a chain of good events
The next man, comes along
He's lost his money and his wife
No silver tongue
No trade
No life

Could see a penny on the floor
Good luck, good luck
Pick it up, hope for more
This simple act, in actual fact
May cause a chain of good events
He's now gained his zeal, his drive
That man's heart now filled with hope
He can thrive
He can cope

But let's say that man ignored it too
Everyone was as selfless through and through
Until the floor had a copper lining
A waste of one hundred years of mining
Bad luck would be when it rained
People would slip and be caused pain

So then everyone could pick up a coin
The fortune can unite and join
Every adult on that day
Could now say
They're a penny richer than yesterday

Children could share their earnings
Buy toffee to overcome their yearnings
Fill sweet shops with lots of money
They'd have too much sugar
Find everything funny

Perhaps there's truth in what they say?
Pick up a coin, have good luck all day.

Slot Machine

??/01/2008

The flip of the coin

The role of the dice

You only win

If your number falls twice

The luck of a kiss

Pucker up or I'll miss

The ching of a slot

A 10 piece in my pot

I'll use the cash

To enter the dash

With the race on the screen

My money turns green 

With the rest of the heads 

In the giant slot machine

High card ace

Is as red as my face

When I start losing to my mate

Every penny I had is going all in

And he flukes out an early straight 

Every penny I had is going all in

To a house pocket, that will always win

On my way out, ran out of money

Wife's gonna kill me, not gonna be funny

But look what i found! 

Gold dot on the floor...

Well if it isn't a pound!

I aint so poor!

Girls gonna shoot me

Pack my bags, shout and boot me

A fifth of a fiver 

Wont help me survive her

So I'll get back inside,

Spend my money

Then 

HIDE!

Samh