Eastbourne Ladies

You're always on your own, sitting on those seaside chairs on your own , everybody there just passes you by
Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear , no, I don't tell no lie
Your vested days are done now you know you're on the run, oh lady why why?
Your white and powdered face, you need some holy gr ace to pull yourself right back again

Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.

I think you need something new but you don't know just what to do , croquet on the lawn yet again
You smile at passing boys, you can't offer any joys, you don't understand young men
Got your money in the bank, money in the bank, now let's be frank, I want more than ten thousands pounds
I want everything you've got, I want the lot, give me give me give me give me all you got, oh help me, I need some, I'm so poor now

Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.

So I wander round the town looking into rooms for you up and down , I see you everywhere
I believe I have choice, I believe I made my choice, come here old lady ??
Fifty years upon the beach, you should be tanned by now, you're out of reach, I hope I don't bring you down
Everything special about you, your pearls, your jewels and your money too , oh do you wear a crown when you go to bed now?

Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.

So now the day is done, the sun disappears and it starts to run
Oh the darkness creeps around
Moonlight sings and moonlight dreams, nothing to see, you make me ??
As I watch you tottering round this town
Nobody there, nobody there to care, you're ??, who really cares
I'll hold you tight maybe, maybe for a year
When the day, the day is done, all my heart it starts to run
Overflows on your plate, you'd better eat it all, eat it, eat it, eat it

Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.


~ Kevin Coyne "Eastbourne Ladies"

"The heart of women's oppression is her childbearing and child-rearing roles...To assure the elimination of sexual classes requires the revolt of the underclass (women) and seizure of control of reproduction...so the end goal of the feminist revolution must be unlike that of the first feminist movement, not just the elimination of male privilege but of the sex distinction itself; genital differences between human beings would no longer matter."
~ Shulamith Firestone, 1970

these streets transit drinks to cut my eye

Moving again, running, anxious,
Late for change, kinda hurt,
Stuck, vague as dust,
With wages, holidays, sleep,
And holy suburban punk routines.

My friend, a bottle of wine,
Took my name down, under
A statue, bronzed, cold,
Of fallen soldiers.

The bus ride in,
Held to my chest. This is love.
I grabbed his slender neck
And left my body.
The jungle tried to swallow me.

Its no coincidence, walking westward,
Found a bar before midday.
Met a starry eyed john, who
Told me, with autonervous twitch,
"I like the vicious, hard cocks here.
Just last week punched my mouth,
Kissed his thigh.
You got time?"

Its not my hotel room.

from CarnalNation

Three Drunk Love Poems

Waiting for your smile,
image at my side,
this is love.

Yes i'm sorry,
in your lap,
take me home.

Have whats left,
on the house...




Sitting drunken in a metal concrete fish waiting for this grrl i know cherry chocolate chilli and her cunt tastes so sweet.




You might only grasp
at this picture.
For you, i'm cheaply amused.
Its true.
But then even you,
with your prescriptive mouth
squaring box set analysis,
can appeal to this openminded sensor array.
Immersion.
Why not? Let this fluid,
this fluidity,
kiss you, touch your eye,
with new mornings.

Staying over/under anxious
at your parents house,
i'm lost against, trying to find my way, the family curtains.

The resident housecat makes a nest of my backpack.
Your dog kisses my feet.

The bed is an ocean,
our mouths conjoined rivers.
Your snored in your sleep, sounds kept me awake, dreaming till daybreak.

capturing cammy the camo cam cunt

I gave my heart to a cam-girl,
She danced in and out of my dreams.
She wasted my time, while
I played with myself.
She was behind me,

Everytime she moved,

But the chemicals between us created

Sparks in my mirror image, as I

Turned caffeine into keystrokes.

The first night she didn’t appear online for a shift I nearly lost it altogether in a frenzy of cravings. The world started to shrink rapidly and I had to hide in my wooden wardrobe until morning. When I saw her again, she just smiled mischievously and made puppy-dog eyes at me, saying only that she was busy all night with a ‘client’ (“Just business baby!” she said she said). Must have been dinner with drinks I imagined the platonic scene. It took me a good six months to figure her for a sex worker…after all, why would such an amazingly beautiful women need to sell her body to get by? Surely there were other, less demeaning ways to get by…I put it down to regular sex kicks and a possible adrenaline addiction.

One night she took her clothes off for me,

In a private room,

While I fiendishly pumped my cock,

Some ten thousand kilometres away.

I didn’t tell her when I came…I didn’t want her to stop…

I knew that she loved me,

Even though she refused to say so…

I didn’t need her to.

I could do that for her…

She had my heart, she had me by the balls…

But I have her image,

And with this

She stepped into my visions,

She fell into my dreams.

Now my cam-girl no longer sits legs spread in her office at home;

Baring her hot flesh by the side of the sex industry superhighway.

But I don’t mind. She already belongs to me afterall…

Always brand-new / second-hand…

Ready for disassembling and reconstruction.

Now she’s here by my side,

Under my bed,

Writhing impaled,

Every night she tells me

That she loves me…

Even when the blindfold is on,

She moves around me like smoke.

For my eyes only and know one else can see…

AA 2666

untitled

How could you have known?
When we met
When we slept
That I had left
My other lovers
For myself…

How can I deny?
That it takes two hands
To destroy something
This beautiful…
The door was not locked.
You held my hand.
My hard cock, my heart, my dungeon,
(transient, awake, black)
fell into an open wound.

Separated once again alone,
We grew curiouser and curiouser…

AA 2666

art/wjerk

you pay for some things others come for free kiss my fingers drinking my pee i'm all yours baby inside your pocket you can find a key you want me to beat on you? bash your boi pussy? punch your slack jaw? as long as we're both alive at my command the time is all yours you might not see my faceless core and theres no gurantees so you can bid for more just dont waste my time once i've laid down my laws...

AA February 2666

Ok maggots listen up! it looks like we're running four blogs mostly regular now so make sure you check em out...
Now I'm gonna be as blunt and tasteless as i can here cause its 7.16am and i still havnt slept:

• http://lucienlaveylimited.blogspot.com/ --- SEXY KINKY DIRTY WHOREDOM
  
• http://audreyautonomy84.blogspot.com/ --- TRUTH LIES ACTION SIGNPOSTS
• http://punkpoetiks.blogspot.com/ --- PUNK POETICA MAD DREAMS
• http://buildingtunga.blogspot.com/ --- TUNGA CYBOIG CUT-UP DICE PROJECT

thanks for all yall support over tha beers and make sure you follow the blogs, a great deal of my work will find its way up there!

THE ORANGE FUR BEAST COMMANDS YOU!!

AA, LL, NN, LHO & JRBNL. 04/02/09/666

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mosh pit mind

burning it up curbside
climbing fences jumping at the stars
acid excitement turning over
cuts to the face
an elbow gone astray
collective ritual soundscapes
a temporary central intelligence
lift me up! step on my toes!
the pleasure is all ours
this cultural artifact has altered my perception
the blood, the sweat, the tears
shouting hands and bouncing feet
pricked ears and shining eyes
frame our glowing smiles...

audry 2666

about as close as I get to a folk song

Friday night I
went to sauna
kissing chinese boy

skin so smooth
hips so groovy
said he was my toy

japanese boy
wearing glasses
led me to a room

japanese boy
spread my ass cheeks
fucked me, left too soon

in the steam room
met indian
boy of twenty five

rubbed his belly
kissed his earlobes
loved his hairy thighs

on bus ride home
by my lonesome
to an empty house

oh back home now
sit down next to
a cat with mouth full of mouse...

saturdat night came alive then I fell then tumbling outta my grey dreams and fell into a sweet girls eyes her thighs dripping honey her whole body burning up she pinned me down with a wicked smile and a devilish caress and with that there was no time to fear or second guess no shorthand cloack web of lies just fun and soft skin and an ancient adoration...

later on I
had needles thrust
through my expectant skin

my mistress
black and red
she says

"NOW KISS MY LEATHER SHINS!"

AA 2008

last night hooked up with a hot new playmate somewhere north of AdelHades. I arrived harbouring a fairly serious buzz after drinking wine and apple juice all afternoon in front of a 'puter at home listenin' to metal and hardcore gettin' caught jackin off in the kitchen by one of my flatmates when he came looking for stale pizza. My new friend met me at a bus stop and then bought us some canadian club as we walked back to his house. After smoking a bunch of weed and getting decidedly smashed, me ranting and raving as usual, intoxicated curious and feeding hungrily on this attention. Sometime later into the night we relocated to his bedroom, our brains pretty mashed up from the booze, inhibitions loosened (i was already down to my underwear by the time we passed his flatmate sittin in the loung watchin tv), extremely horny happy excited...playtime was fucking great fun as we wrestled punched sucked hugged, both grinning like maniacs, he chained my wrist cuffs together and teased me (it seemed almost sadistic at the time) with his sweet hard uncut cock; only feeding my face with it just enough to leave starving for it straight away when he took it back.

In the morning neither of us could remember going to sleep. I can't remember if either of us even came.

From the way i'm feeling now, a few hours later sitting in a park back in AdelHades drinking my coffee nursing my sore head, I'm guessing that i didnt come. I still badly want to...

Sometime in December 2008

Charles buys a business card

Despairing over the death of yet another pet mouse, Charles told himself that he'd never really been and never would be, especially good at anything. Forever denied personal success in any single field or endeavour. He couldnt see himself solemnly climbing a stable ladder anywhere in his future. He didnt feel lost, just dislocated and drained of purpose. He took a long walk through the city, dismayed at the mechanised movements of its morning inhabitants. Swamped by clean pressed clothes and purposeful gazes rushing past him, Charles made for relative peace of the park. He sat cross-leggged on the grass and felt at home amongst the japanese tourists with their sparkling camera eyes and Australian flag baseball caps. Feeling a little less alone, Charles caught a bus to the red light district.

The madamn at the counter eyed him suspiciously.
"So what can i do for you today young man?"
Charles took a moment to think about it, lighting a cigarette.
"I'd like a girl who's all heavy metal, none of this pink miniskirt trash like whats out there on the street. I want black stomping boots and tattoos, i want her fucking nasty and cruel and i want her with a shaved head."
He placed a $100 note on the desk and blew smoke through his nose. The old woman snatched the money and walked into a small ajoinging office, retrieving a card from a solid metal desk.
"All the girls i know like that work in their own outfits, and truth be told i've been losing some of my girls to their 'communes' or 'collectives' or whatever they call em. I don't understand myself whats in those books about anarchy that i been seein em read that sends em all crazy like that. Well i don't care if they want to leave too after that, I say good riddance to rubbish gone rotten. Say...why dont you stay here young fella? Let me and my girls take care of ya, you know i house some classy girls here, real sweet young ladies, and proper and polite too. You dont want some tramp with tattoos and tangled hair do you? My girls are clean and exotic, and they'll still do what you want, yes, come with me now and i'll take you to meet Cindy, i'm sure you'll fall in love with her at first sight now too..."

Charles grabbed the card, ignoring her hustle and made for the exit.