Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Whatchamacallit: XV
Floating through space comes easy.
Bass and mind and water.
When alligators swallow the milkyway they taste rain
and dusty bliss.
I walk the desert, my feet on the crocodiles back.
We switch gender, she loves me now.
Dark voices travel with us, a tribe of amphibian men.
The opposite of expectation lost it's riverbed.
We know now, how to rest in movement.
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Tuesday, 8 April 2014
Whatchamacallit: XIV
The wasp queen got hit by a hailstone whilst dancing at a Berlin festival.
The royal entourage brought steak and honey and bathed her in wheat beer.
Saturday, 5 April 2014
Whatchamacallit: Sex And Dancing
Your eyes are black,
I dig it.
Your grip is hard,
I dig it.
Your hips are bouncing,
I dig it.
Touch me,
I dig it.
You're heavy,
I dig it.
Saliva,
I dig it.
Difference?
Pick it!
Friday, 4 April 2014
Heartboy
K E Z I A H J O N E S B A C K I N B E R L I N A F T E R F I V E Y E A R S I D I E D A N D
W E N T T O H E A V E N
©fish
Whatchamacallit: XII
Wasp queen around my head,
I don't have any honey.
Wasp queen, can you
find me fifty bucks?
I want to burn some money.
Thursday, 27 March 2014
Whatchamacallit: Sunny City Realisations
You're the devil, but anyhow the sun is shining.
I want to paint a thousand little devils,
you won't be recognized.
I'm the devil, I'll paint myself on the canvas, but
not next to you.
We'll be together amongst thousand pointy horns
and it won't matter what we did.
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