The Room Of Hollow Eyes

The room was small the eyes were hollow, all dregs and decay.
Ruffled hair, dry scalp and seamen stains
Nails being bitten, cobwebbed corners, bedwetted sheets.
The room is smaller now, the air is ringing
Riddle me, riddle me
Why must thou haunt me?
The darkness strangles, the eyes crushed like two grapes on glass
The merciless unseen, taunting with her movents
Maniacal cackling, a loosening of hinges
Trouble is silent
Silence is trouble
Riddle me, riddle me
Take me already

Poem: Gargle Time Avenue

If yo play all yo card rite, down Gargle Time avenue
Ya'll get polish to a perfect shine, and ecstasy 'll be avin' yo'
Lipstick, eyeliner an a ruddy good time
Stretch mark an needle, a face full o' slime
The most rigid of movemen'
Racing towars the finishin' line

Tryn' ta make the mash on the new Calico Queen
Cos namby- pamby ain't yo scene
Sherrif los he badge in the farmyar stack
He trigga be finga beneath  a milky rack
He holster empty, glistenin' n a furry crack
Empty yo ranch upon the maiden back

They get the bulge on yo, yo be on a noose
Fetish play ripe fo the calaboose
But yo carn pull yo horn like a shave tail
Don' throw up the sponge, skedaddle wit tha gal

If yo wear yo cowboy hat down Gargle Time avenue
Ya'll lasso up a beaver storm, ya'll tame jus bout any mule
Ya'll ride bout the happy houses
Will oftin be withou yo trouser
Won't ya' holla', yell and sing in tune
Stick it n the neares bazoo
Oh-be-joyful, down Gargle Time avenue

Poem1:Christ on a String

Christ on a string, sort this shit out
Christ on a string, give me a shout
A nod, a nudge, a knock upside the head
A curse, a blessing, a sign from the dead

Christ on a string just give me a clout
Give me the words to see this rhyme out
Would you make the first move if i start to believe?
Would you wash away my sins and start to relieve?

Oh Christ on a string I've scissors in my hand
I've a warm cloak of guilt on which you can land