Category Archives: ii. The First Party

Clear views of a distorted world.

Desire (A Poem)

fire and desire by morrison Desire (A Poem)I want you to think
of pain as the dream of history
and fucking
as a glimpse of eternity

I want to be in you
and you all around me
as we circle around a loving sun
at 100 000km/h

I want the discovery
of your every hole
to make irrelevant the desire
for the secrets of the world

I want you to be
a naked teenager
I want you to be
my mother

Will you eat me?
Say you will
All of me!
…and keep it down?

I want you to think
of pain as a glimpse of eternity
and fucking
as the dream of history.


 

Daddy’s Little Girl

child.with .teddy .bear  Daddys Little GirlDaddy’s Little Girl clings her teddy
as she wakes into fear
“What are you doing, Daddy?”

From teddy to bras & lipstick
Someone asks who shot the man
The crowd says, “Daddy’s Little Girl”.


 

Cold (A Fuck-It)

the.end  Cold (A Fuck It)
So smile like snake
The light so dark
A dessurection dream,
infinite by its parts
Lipstick so swift on this shadow god
Do you squirm for heart?
Desire in parts?
Painted tits on a battered mall,
your dream to rise to

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The mind a lick of all to come,
the wormy fear is bidden,
the unwritten diary undone
Hiccup like neon
or a rock ‘n roll sun
Every view is a taint
of a woman loved, never won
Friendship is a bend
of laughs and glass;
a backward world with a backward glance
Tomorrow is an experience
never touched by today,
a dream on dream
but always too much
Now is forever
and forever is now,
an extinguished ‘fuck-it’
of cold.


 

Fly

flying human FlyThe sun is calling out your name from a million miles away
It’s an everyday feeling that you share with everyone
Didn’t you see it on TV (our species may die today)?
How big is a problem when it’s seen from outer space?

Would you hold my hand with faith,
go with to that better place?
Would you cry, lie down and die
or murder your tears and fly?

Every secret is a bullet and every death a shame
We dream in rock ‘n roll, awake, point fingers and blame
There aren’t enough drugs to set us free when evolution’s burning
On a world that won’t stop turning, you feel it, this urge to flee

Would you hold my hand with faith,
go with to that better place?
Would you cry, lie down and die
or murder your tears and fly?

Up here, night and day is one
With death, from this world undone.

PS: Relevant to “flying” and maybe my best Pearl Jam song, this would be a great soundtrack to die to – Play ‘Given to Fly’.