komegumi

I had this dream we were in the resistance
Somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists
You were my mistress, yes you were a woman
But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth

And you called me maurice
And I had a small moustache
And played Clarinet in a decadent band....

Until we
Hid in the buhses
We shot from the bushes
Made love in the bushes
Like there was no tomorrow

But in my real life I'm a cocktail waitress
Dodging men's hands instead of bullets
And you're a base player in a band that got a deal
Dealing with assholes instead of explosives
Still we're grateful to be alive
Together fighting side by side

As We
Hide in the bushes
Shoot from the bushes
Love in the bushes
Like there is no tomorrow

We promised if one of us left or died
We'd meet again in another life

"Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called"


I really like this song by the Artic Monkeys, luv their lyrics XD!

I was sitting at a Macdonald's,
looking at the people walking by
(we're at a mall, you see)

Here, a lady with tight leggings;
wide plastic-framed shades
below her fried hair.
Drawing attenton from her not too slim legs.

There, an 'uncle' with his cell phone
strapped to his belt,
walking with swaying arms
and a not impressive hunch.

Students in their day-glow green uniforms;
loud bags and high-pitched self-conciousness.

...whomever is fine
come and kill my boredom...

Grandma - old lady in wheelchair,
parked together with the shopping carts;
cellophane bags of groceries;
seat like sentries beside yellow formica tables,
as they eat their big breakfast.

...whomever is fine
come and kill my boredom...

The wives queue in line.
Husbands sit to be served.
Teens in flip-flops
ostensibly decrying against this self-possessed
school day.

There, Businessman in tie, with mistress.
Here, women executives in pairs
complaining about their colleagues.

whomever is fine
come and kill my boredom...

The coffee is bitter but sickeningly sweet at the bottom.
Anything is fine...
come and kill my boredom.

Those who sit alone, like me,
have their loneliness
(no trespassing, please)
as their companion.

The artist:

Quiet, stuttering in speech
Insecurities in repetition
Of ers... erms... consentient;
Etched out cowardice.

Boils! With a vehemence;
Such intent in that orange
That fiery cavern of our hearts.

Knock sincerely and enter
If successful, be electrified
Get the blast the fix the shot
RIGHT HERE.

The lava; hot intense
Passion of burning deep within
our eyes.
Cut through your wrists
Splice hungrily up your veins
'till it reaches your brain
Consume and devour your everything.

Wringing, wrenching
Clasping , clutching down
pull up and drop you
with a kinesis
Shoot through and out your eye socket
...Bleed that aftermath with
Oohhs...and aahhhs...
Orgasmic well yes indeed...

right here... get your fix, your
guaranteed, instantaneous
pure ecstasy from the source of creation.

Here's your wham bang shazam

graft off the contours of your skin
leave it open, leave it open
craft-slice the flesh film
like lilies' mouths
for that shot that will come
When you reach out and drink
Raw air on raw nerves
The Inadvertent Want
deep behind
within
Our encumbering
Shell.

...and of course
It's Caveat Emptor

It was to be a homework away from home night. She was the tuition teacher for the two children who have a tradition of spending the summer break away from their city homes in suburbia. She heard there were others before her who had coached the children before. The residence was a contemporary, stylish three-storied glass house with very mode furnishings. They started work over the large coffee table in front of a luminous fire. The children were of a studious and quiet sort who gave no trouble at all, However they did not warm up to her but showed an indifference that told they were used to such arrangments.

The next day she woke up to a crisp morning, soft light sifting through the translucent curtain drapes. Soaking up the sweetness of the early air, she walked to the window and peered out into the gentle day. A few kids where splashing in the neighbor's pool; their parents sunning their over-rich bodies with designer shades and freshly squeezed tropicanas. An idlyllic scene if not for an oddity that seemed to have blended in undetected. For swimming amongst the children were two handfuls of blue-grey beings, no bigger than the kids themselves. No doubt they appear to be immature version of their own species. She was terrifically alarmed, however the merry folks acted as if they couldnt' see this jarring distortion in their Sunday picture. Panic tore through her whole body and all she wanted was to get the kids and get the hell away from here.