BY THE DEEP FRYER She watches me as she feels the air With the back of her head only She studies my moves sometimes Even though I can't understand the performance. It feels like monarch butterflies in spring Dancing in sunshine with cool breezes around. I hear she's tough and bites hard She's enough to kill me easy maybe. I wonder if she's some kind of psychotic nut Deep down inside, Or can she be nice like she seems Most of the time. Outside the window at home Way on top of a tall tree Are 200 black birds perched. They all take off at once Almost a V formation like cunt Then they spread out into a bar like prick. The birds are gone bife is still .there, It's: sunset, The sky is blue The downing sun is orange crimson red The darkening tops of mountains Are dimming in the haze Just above the roofs of buildings While cargo trucks scream up and down the street, Like lifelines on a mainline. Today your beauty was not as distinct As it was the other days before In the morning you watched me Tear apart my grapefruit As the juices splotched all over the floor. Breathing, eating and sucking that gravefruit like fresh air Every time I eat one it feels like sucking cunt. It's been a long time since one tasted As good as grapefruit The flavours died After fucking everything that moved after her Like breathing life. Somehow I'am captivated by you And I'm trying to see if it's for real or part-time. My mind is screaming injustice today To see you sitting with him To see his eyes shine with hope And promises of happiness, But you let him know you're free The scream grows My eyelids become heavy The energy is high as the sky But you walk real light And as free as the universe With your hands twitching And with my feelings About your shoulders I relate to you As at the end of the da As to how madly I would You wander to where I am alone Love fuck you in a And scream real low Forest "I want to go home” All around and above a tree And no one hears but me Real high almost cloudy So intense that the air patterns Didn't go away All without saying a word RD ANNE © You ran away a little more familiar. OHODN wi wmAE HAS A SMOKE Y THE CAMP- B © oe eaniailal Ted the Tap/by Bruce BY THE DEEP FRYER 3 me as she feels the air k of her head only y moves sonetines I can't understand the performance. It feels like monarch butterflies in spring Dancing in sunshine with cool breezes around. I hear she's tough and bites hard She's enough to kill me easy maybe. I wonder if she's sone kind of psychotic nut Deep down inside, Or can she be nice like she seens Most of the tine. Outside the window at home Way on top of a tall tree Are 200 black birds perched. ‘They all take off at once Alnost a V formation like cunt ‘Then they spread out into a bar like prick. The birds are gone Life is still there. It's sunset. ‘The sky is blue ‘The downing sun is orange crimson red ‘The darkening tops of mountains Are dinning in the haze Just above the roofs of buildings While cargo trucks scream up and down the street, Today your beauty was not as distinct As it was the other days before In the rorning you watched me Tear apart ry grapefruit As the Juices splotched all over the floor. Breathing, eating and sucking that gravefruit like fresh air Every time I eat one it feels like sucking cunt. It!s been a long time since one tasted As good as grapefruit The flavours died After fucking everything that moved Like breathing life. Somehow T’am captivated by you And I'm trying to see if it's for real or part-time. 2 is scream! ee you sitting 2 0 see his eyes shine with hope And promises of happiness, injustice today The energy is high as the sky And as free as the universe And with my feelings I relate to you s to how maily I would Love fuck you in a Forest Al around and above a tree Real high almost cloudy So intense that the air patterns Didn't go away A121 without saying a word You ran away a little more fi your hands twitching bout your shoulders As at the end of the day THE CAMP- ox -FIRE.. Ted the Tap/by Bruce