wicked clutha county

wicked clutha country
the moneylettin county
15 crowley cowboys
doin voodoo magic
donning crystal denim
town with tilt didn't expect em

spittin out hail
collapsin the drive
cooking the marrows
from st marys
for aquinas crystal
catholic pies
praising the blindest
without sight
looking at light
a glass, unhypnotised
squint satan imps with blasphemous laughs
sing to our reprieve
black and white, colourised

that crack mirrors
and send shivers
that pass up a river
that cloak you in frost
lacerating the dark
when its bitter
wearing robes without sleeves

giving up lobotomies
brain time small sparks
providing small hobby jobbies for melting
small frivolous laughs behind
doorknobs for noddies
concealing the hobbies
of mentally passed it
\half assed it dumb
tellys broadcasting
smelly old parsnip
politicians who has
no rhetoric
hes gone past it
and with shingles from Engels seems
to be ridden with cheese








but they filled the woods with black
Milton puritan sect with venomous steps
in no car to be driven
at death
once and always forbidden

dee would have the gnarled trees gnat
gnaw terror from white veins
as an acrobat
peasant with planks
for his limbs
starlight certainly
sparks right

being both beings from adam
cursed seed born free unplugging
the sky firmament frame
also insane
the verse of his brain
an unusual rhythm

simply slain
wee hilltop slits
to tress admitting
guilt
where no pain is given



wee lies to expect
theological ties
to king James and
Walt Whitman
also please dont forget
edmund spensers wee outlet
burning through darksome
nights of tumultuous brimstone
bright venom
expectin shadows
go by this town
fiery sparrows
prowlin on air
but nobody heard
of the devil's red victim
nor have they gone
to his lair

2:inside the lair


the burning idols with
philistine eyes and cobblestone moss
sticking to adam like christ was stuck to
a cross

our national anthem
deep country breeze
to wander the fathoms
with lonesome fatigue

go by this town

drive up this road
down this street
pass this abyss
destroy the idols
in tow
pay this small fee
undo your dress
painful prophetess
with a kiss
listen, miss, OCD sessed
Mrs disease
go down the valley
suicidal whirlwinds
of freakish unease
hard-pressed printers
laws are rewritten
for boweevils do harm
to bittersweet corpses
and anacid bitters

that ain't embalmed
or wiley thicket
to a spirit
ransoms I inherit
visions all setting free
all sleeping
hallowed crowleyan
wit with a script
wickedness with a lean
and a spirit
of getting off free