Untitled Verse

I wanna be shot in the nip
and buried in a bowler hat
with my brazen head to heaven
and my bollocks to himself

I wanna ride the sunshine
and felate the passing cars
to rape the star-crossed lovers
but still whistle like the wind

I wanna drink until my legs come off
then smoke ten thousand ciggarrettes
I wanna see the lover cry and
bathe in their regrets

I want to be your saviour
Then wind the world again
I want to save mankind
and wind the world again.
And wind the world again

Debasing Days

My war paint runs like dogs in heat
and stains a thousand bathroom floors
while yobs downstairs down bright-blue drinks
and make mock their place on earth.
All Ive ever owned is locked upstairs
but your messy make-up streaks
tell us all it's time to leave
which seems to me to be the
way my nights all end these days.

'Cause we don't like eardrums bursting at the seams,
libations for the sake of drunkenness
- because I hold my self in high esteem
But hide behind a mask so cool it's frozen solid.
Because I prefer a quiet pint with paper
Or just because we were born too late
to these debasing days

An Irish Summer

Half-tans skulk in shadows
As flaking skin snows the air
And then men with whippy vans
And the life guards on the strand
Thank Christ it’s come again.
Tomorrow will be agony
But today was made for lovers,
both As red as one another
both too blind to care
But oh for those few hours
When everyone was young,
We hang arms nonchalantly
From cars with ice-cold air,
We don the shorts, the shirts
Come off we are as pasty
As the next man who
Drove ten miles to see the beach
- And its only fifteen degrees.
For once we are content.
For once we won’t complain.
Give us sand by the bucket-load
And sangidges wrapped in foil,
Give us a lack of modesty and
Care free fun that comes
But once a year.
I think we miss the point
And get things slightly skewed
For after all we’re not
Designed to sun.

On Leaving

While leaving looking back upon thee
I pause to ponder what thee meant.
Were you just a short, sweet spree?
Or forever will you stay with me.

Such companions I have never found
Than Those that walk these hallowed grounds
And such a feeling never felt

By king, nor calf nor mighty Celt
Could ever hold a candle to
the life I knew with you.