Songs of Innocence and Depravity
 
 
Siren Song
 
We love each other as men ne-ver could.
Consumed with passion for each we love.
And do-ting-ly,
By false means we share.
 
We feast upon the vi-gil.
Crying only songs of love.
And ten-der-ly,
We have each other so . . .
(From The Tragic Amours of Erysichton)
 
 
 
Blocked Up
 
No matter how hard I push I get nowhere. 
Push. Push. Push. 
Nothing. 
I can feel the blood swelling now. 
Building up. 
This is the worst thing that has ever happened. 
Pain. 
I'm losing consciousness. 
I must keep on pushing. 
The end is in sight. 
I can feel it coming now. 
Onwards into the abyss. 
I'm getting nowhere. 
Here it comes. 
Relief.
(From The Tragic Amours of Erysichton)
 
 
 
The Bin Man
 
He takes out the rubbish. 
He's looking pretty sluggish. 
I think he needs a pee. 
I'll offer him some tea. 
 
I can't do anymore of this. 
I really need a piss. 
I want to go home. 
I need to use the phone.
(From . . .)
 
 
 
A Bin Man’s Comfort
 
Drifting bin-man drinks, 
Haunts gladly, ancient girls sob;
Brightly, childishly.
(From . . .)
 
 
 
Slick Rick
 
There was an Old Pedo of Bangor, 
Whose face was distorted with anger; 
When not in a pram, 
He decided to SPAM, 
That dirty Old Pedo of Bangor.
(From . . .)
 
 
 
Speak Not of Your Suffering
 
Huddled close and sheltered from above;
The winds streak through
The broken passage.
 
Dressed like beggars, new born;
Blinking in the artificial sun
Minds absent of a better day.
 
Weened on half-truths;
Dillusioned, with thought
Of life's travails.
 
The heat of summer and furious winter;
Are each theirs and in between
Each year taking little forth.
 
Away from here, close by;
The same blind youth
Are cut from their mother's womb.
(From . . .)