The lumpy bones and skin, bag of ten
Those hands have eaten, carved, killed
Gentle hands for soothing faces and hair
Patting a bun, or massaging a knee
Reviving hearts, practicing primordial
rituals
Holding strange old implements
darning
The bony bag of lumpy skin, ten bags
Two sacks, laced with red and white
Ancient beyond words
Ancient beyond words
The harmful hopeful plastic days
Lovely three, four, five together on a sunny day
We think those boring days of solipsism are eternal
No one exists but we on this desert planet
Finding friends friending friend loving
Beautiful dreamers, unpleasant screamers
Searching for darts, skulling for hearts
The ugly old days are forever new
The world is great and wide
And all sea lanes lead to the Mediterranean
And the skulls rotting in the waters below
All sea lanes
Finding the dying knight sleeping
Eating his fairy cakes and thromboidic arterial Kronos tablet
Eating the old loud noise louts, the days in the sacred coal chambers
Eating the burn fruit, the capable fantastic ogre poor oats
Being guided aimlessly endlessly along fantastic future holes
Guiding goading finally floating,
The days pulling punishment into the dark deep void shaft of an endless heaven
The beautiful opposites know who we are, they understand and they love and know
It is all there is, this fairy life, and the beautiful doors beyond
New worlds, different neighbourhoods pulling, swelling, knowing, holding
Sparkle shine
Remember that song a couple of years ago about the Nick Cave dolls? It was by Bongwater. Bongwater… bong… bong… Bongwater… that’s a bong… that’s what I said, Bongwater. Anyway, it was just bound to happen that someone would start selling them on eBay. And I was one of the stupid people who was destined to buy one.
It took weeks, but I finally got my Nick Cave doll. I ripped open the package, and there he was – Nick Cave in miniature. But something was wrong about it. He didn’t look like Nick Cave. He didn’t look like Nick Drake. He didn’t even look like Dennis Miller, or the John Stewart stormtrooper doll. Shit – he looked like one of those creatures from that Star Trek series, the Ferengi or something… He looked like that guy who made me the teochew dumpling noodles I had for dinner tonight, those pork dumplings that are sitting like a lump of rotting carcass in my stomach, the ones that are growing and heaving.
All of a sudden I don’t feel so good. I don’t even want my Nick Cave doll near me any more. I just want to… puke! HYACK-HYACK-HYACK-HYACK!!!!
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