out of your mouth

(by michael peirson)

the familiar language of well known songs

surprises us

the multiplication of 1 & 0

now represent our dreams

of charred bodies of poor people

these horrors are our new capitol

i'll trade you one

dead Afghani baby girl

& some boy's bloody stumps

for your plane hitting the Pentagon

wait just wait

(until it replaces me)

wait just wait

From Individual

to pervert

to monster

to sleazy ghosts

decapitated & queer

1/2 Asleep & Semi Erect

My good friend Michael Peirson sent me this poem, which I love:

1/2 Asleep & Semi Erect
(Listening to Coil)

The owl put on a pork pie hat. The witches were talking,
but (I) no one understood what the fuck they were saying.

All the sorcery stores were closed and I couldn't get the
dagger out of my face. Hang me in my bottles with one foot
stuck in lace.

Here there's space between my legs and, shit!
more milk on the floor. This is the way it is, the way it
always is. How holy! Your ear...

I tried not to surrender
& came anyway. A promise.
Another fucking promise.
With my fists closed tight
I arrived in Jerusalem.

It's not Albion I see
waving his white wings
when I take the root
in my mouth

This all happened without a word.