WOGGLE

on a darkling plain
you can't see the next day
in an oubliette
you forget how good it felt

it's a default death
one you chose by neglect
your mouth full of cold kiss

...

baby's got teeth
two-tone
she's got sins
to atone for
sipping on her
brown bottle
when she comes out
mothers stutter

baby where you from
drop box

baby wakes up
to stones
on a bed of
broken bones

baby where you from
baby drop box

...

they say she's a follower but they follow her
they say she's impossible without probable cause
for how could a coffin turn out such a fine one
the cradle will rock not confine
home can take time to find
baby drop box is mine

MAXIMUM TAXIDERM

motor kicks hard
i'm a road killer
no matter which way you're going
down this street you'll be behind me
which way are you going 
down this street, get behind me
i'm a bitter wave of heat
and only speed makes me complete
past the sun
past the shining
past the doe-eyed drivers drifting off the highway
past the dust
of future construction sites
and loop-de-loop with one hand
tied behind my back
i'm a murder racer

CONSTRICTOR

she's trapped inside tonight
no need to be polite
she's got the snake 
its diamond head

lying next to her in bed
it's always been a loyal pet
but now to measure
itself against her
constrictor relax
she prefers fur

yeah that's you
cause when the sun turns blue
the fittest will be the survivor
stand back now i'm the fucking pervert

the castrato
the unnerving tune
from this trenchcoat
i've got news for you

constrictor you must
restrict her you must
restrain yourself from acting
how you're depicted

YOU TORE YOUR SHIRT (Leonard Cohen)

you tore your shirt
to show me where
you had been hurt
i had to stare

i put my hand
on what i saw
i drew it back
it was a claw

your skin is cured
you sew your shirt
you throw me food
and change my dirt 

GUMBOOTS

let me give you a hint
with a surgical hand
you find yourself disrobed
you find your robes dismantled
i’ll take you in the garden
will you be more or less guarded
where the ground is soft
will you be more or less hardened
not enough rubbers in the world for all these rubberneckers
i need a double decker bus to get them to their makers
don’t need a hook just bait them
they’re all participating
chicken feathers scratching while they’re laying in their gumboots

PSYCHIC BRUISE

don't hesitate
to show me pain

face on fire
molten mouth
dam of teeth
all fall out

takes a rope of blood 
to drain psychic bruise
a sidekick you can't
seem to lose
imaginary friend
who would abuse you
better school them
in the new meaning of cruel

IF YOU'RE NOT NOW YOU NEVER WERE

if you're not now
well then you never were

put your finger to the paper
and remind me of my name
happens every time i change
i'm a stray

if you're not now
well then you never were

the one who bleeds out
just to rid itself of you
the one who wants to be
the hole you slip into