What The Dada Man Said To The Modern Girl.

"Under the cobblestone road, I met Stonewall Jackson,
Surrounded in the magical elastic wonder of another blooper reel.
Even under the terms, he yearned to exterminate animals that don't exist.

Young blooming skies are covered in colored flowers,
Overrun by the likes of bad mascara.
Umber-like lines dressed my toes quite vicious,
Running up something important or nuclear.

It makes me jump in a Donkey Kong-like charade
My red-faced tears smiled a whisper's worth of rain,
All kinds of screaming females come along with dented hooks
Glancing down to dance with fascist eyes;
It makes the charlatans run off pleasing.

Nostalgic times for the young to understand,
And a Shirley Temple smile to help forget my solemn wishes.
To save a scent for the detergent-washed Nazis
Inspecting another chance for romance and blitz
Obtuse strobe lighting and discotheque rain surrounds ten 'o' clock tea time
Needless to say, my umbrella lands in an African wonder

Didn't you dream it would end up this way?
As I'm daft like rascals and apple pie,
Running away from the passage of time
Licking frozen steel to keep me off my feet
In a centerfold of my own entertainment
Not that I should state the syrup-slipping obvious out
Gonna end my endeavor with an exclamation mark."

I'm Punk, Therefore, I Am.

4am, and there's no one out looking
but you nor your tatt cares about that
with a bow to perfect such messy hair
a white cardigan to cover the colours on your back
a pierced hollow ear, in today's trend
no one could understand the slap of your hand
not that the guys around are unkind
but its never the time when shit hits the fan

polka-dotted chucks and wrigley's gum
torn, black, short jeans so swift and lean
glossy and dark nail polish
suede black jacket beneath a row uncleaned
she awaits off a fluorescent corner
with red lipstick shaded of the light it emits
she smiled as she passed among the lines
and I kept face as I reminisced tasting the salt off those lips.