Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh

A spot of blood, a strand of hair beneath the bathroom light

I want to kiss it and make it feel better

I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter

But I? sick of it already I? just a little too high

We'll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights

The bouncer is a friend of mine, he'll get us in all right

But when we kiss, please don't look me in the eye

When our tongues are twisted, just close them tight

Don't you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight?



I do

I? just a little too high



Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove's thighs

Broken wings for eyebrows over glaring, multi-coloured eyes

A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms

Yours finger spread like starfish

It won't do you no harm - so why do you cry?

You're just a little too high

Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the street, black cars and white cars meet

Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble

Shots ring out from down the street, skirts ride clear of thighs, hair tumbles

Anger and vomit collide with a right cross

You look a little sick, you look a little lost

You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoney, frozen smile

Excuse me?

You're just a little too



Tangled intravenous tubes, the smell of alcohol and glue

A dildo candle in a skull, you know the routine very well

Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws

And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws

A friend's space, just beds in a place

Is that a nipple? is that a cock?

Surely something sensuous has trickled over us

Like streams of come o