• this is a free seat
    which way you heading?
    you keep pushing and you keep pushing
    between the whipcrack and the moonbeams
    i said coachman where we heading?

    the gleaming teeth
    of the inbetween
    i can hear some people laughing
    is this a stitch up
    i am not willing
    so i am turning you off and then i'm counting

    i regret
    i turn the clock back
    to where i wasn't taken in
    i jump out of the window
    and get lost in a jetstream

    this is a ghost coach
    that we are riding
    damp decay and splintering
    between the whipcrack and the moonbeams
    i can hear some people laughing

    we need a rubber man
    we need a stretchy man
    i'm not sure i am welcome

    you are a fool
    and this is over
    over the cliffs of dover

    i regret
    i turn the clock back
    to where i wasn't taken in
    i jump out of a window
    and get lost in a jetstream

    you're beautiful
    until i get close
    you have the eyes of a mountain goat
    a coat of mildew
    a bad smell
    and the strap broke in my hand

    now i wanna turn back
    i wanna turn back
    turn back
    i wanna turn back
    i wanna turn back
    turn back
    turn back
    i wanna turn back

    you need a rubber man
    you need a stretchy man
    you need a rubber man
    you need a stretchy man

    i wanna turn back
    i'm on my back
    turn back



    new poem
    you luv me
    i luv ya ()
    un souvenir de la rue? (repeat)
    i luv ya (multiple times in two layers)
    i love you (several)
    i luv ya (layered over)
    i luv ya (iced cake)
    luv luv luv (a buried soul)

    new poem
    Without a conscience, a hollow ring
    Lost in a maze, and forgetting
    Throwing firecrackers and dancing
    Lost in a maze a hollow ring

    A dereliction of duty
    A pitiful display
    Stamping the hollow earth
    A pity
    And throwing firecrackers
    Hopelessly

    new poem
    clicks on the phone.
    I cannot help you.
    caught by own worm.
    caught in a rat's nest.
    eat own young.
    chew through wires
    sewn up in stitches, stitches.
    deny all knowledge.
    paragraph 5.
    subsection b.
    the comittee is content. content.
    to live in a rat's nest.
    rat's nest



    a rats nest
    caught in own mess
    setting the traps
    nest full of rats

    vermin
    eat anything
    flailing
    chew through wires

    sit at high table
    eat wild boar

    secret handshake
    sleeves rolled
    six of the best
    crack whip
    trousers down

    mad old men

    run this town


    last poem
    the drunkk machine
    spitting nonsense
    spitting feathers
    talking in tongues
    swiveling heads
    splitting Hairs
    don't listen
    who is driving?
    aqua-planing
    hold on
    i've got a bad feeling
    i've got a bad feeling
    about this
    don't listen
    swiveling heads
    the drunkk machine
    spits
    who put IT in charge?