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The Qa'spell
Kissing frogs is fine when you're single, when you've time to spare. You. hold the mirror, comb your hair, the manna drops down from heaven. But. spare a thought for me; light a candle. Place me in the flame....
The Red And The Black
Reflecting on the Empire after eight... pig's head on a plate. white wine... The mint imperials circulated... Captain sips his brandy,. curses Ghandi, dreams Napoleon and Delhi turns to jelly; Bombay ducks;.
The Safe Way
The right hand grips, the left hand slides. The pennies drop,. the boxes glide. It never stops. She worked the line. blind. Folded, pushed, . . . A pirhouette. No thought, no joy,.
The Shock Of Contact
Astrid, do you recall the Sundays at the Spa with double straws from a. carton with a heart on. Who could ask for more? You'd assure me you'd. support me as I tried to write that novel in the hovel we called home (OUR.
The Talent Contest
She sit before the mirror, hanging mirrors on her. Ears and spreads the spraypaint on the haystack that. She calls her hair. She fills a crack, prepares her.
The Unfortunate Demise Of The Favulous Puccino Brothers
The host if heaven welcomed seven ghosts. He gave them coffee, showed them. 'round but the catastrophe had left them speechless.. They'd tried to teach us kids how human beings could be pyramids when.
The Virgin Queen
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Third Secret
New martyrs swinging in the wind. The dead eyes searching for messiahs in. The stars. The bodies carrying the scars of no confession, no concession.. No sympathy. The laughter from the front row buzzing loudly now in bars,.
This Could Be The End
It's over. Complete. And the trapdoor collapsed. And your hair's pretty. . Neat through your neck snapped in half. And the man in the mask takes a hit.
Tower Five
You wanted easy answers. You want a tidy end. Don't you know you've. . got a lot to answer for? You wanted shining heroes. You wanted. . sparkling knights. BUT THEY'RE GONE. You chose your grave. Lie.
Tower Four
The night was warm, the gelignite was hot. The plot was thick. And. Jenny's being sick in the bathroom. She's six months gone and will it. have a chance or simply wither in the womb... The room was thick with.
Tower One
Faces at a window, fingers clutching at the bars. A fly skips from an. eyebrow to an elbow, across a scar. And stars are laughing as the. wind bites - doesn't leave a mark... because the Tower stands.
Tower Three
The echo of a thousand marching boots hammers on the air. They're. singing anthems, chanting oaths and whistle as Salome lifts her skirt. because they're 'real' men and they're healthy, happy... own the.
The Angel Trail (track 9)
Close your eyes and count to nine.. Everything will turn out fine.. There's nothing on this planet that can touch you.. . This cloud belongs to you and me..
The Collector
Butterflies, three blind mice, eight little maids in a box. He met them,. He kept them, he carefully puts them away for the rainy day, when. Nothing's left, no nothing's left to collect. {Whistling}.
The Dairy
Peeling paint, dead cigarettes... old cobwebs on the ceiling. Feeling. faint, the spider fled - the flies played hide 'n' seek. We wrestled cheek. to cheek, pink naked on the sheets. A feel was cheap, a deeper thrill was.
The Death Of Jack The Ripper
She could smell his fear like black piss river; like. knotted balls of wors rolling in the smouldering. ruins of an abbatoir. Like suicide in Menstrual Lake..
The Fool
You call me up. They cool me down. They drown me with a syphon spewing. ice-knives, nail me to my shadow, case me in a plaster-cast and cast me. down the mine. I'll dig until my fingers shine and blood runs down the.
The Gallery
My building's full of little holes with heads in,. staring at the street.. They sometimes topple forwards,. then stick at one another,. passing freaks..
This Hollowed Ground
We turn the tide. We hide the clock.. We cradle the moon is case it stops.. We stroke the gentle hand that stretches down to feed us on this Hollowed Ground..
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