The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Idle Tuesday

SLIP ME A LARGE ONE
I’M FEELING RATHER RANDY
YOU IN YOUR CHEAP SUIT
YOU LOOK A PROPER DANDY
TAKE ME ON THE SOFA
OR TAKE ME ON THE STAIR
HAVE ME AS YOU WANT ME
BUT BE CAREFUL OF ME HAIR

ME BARNET COST A PACKET
COIFURRED BY JEAN-TEAL
THE PERM KEEPS IT TIGHT
WITH BLUE RINSE APPEAL
AT NIGHT I WEAR A HAIR NET
THAT
KEEPS IT ALL IN PLACE
SO BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR TOOL
WHEN YOU SHOVE IT IN MY FACE

4 comments:

CHM said...

at least it has to last long...

Mersault said...

...be careful with your tool!!!!

manina31 said...

hahahhhahh!..im glad thats all your worries !

doriandra said...

oh, oh, i feel so randy and wild now. have you i told you recently how much i love you? xxooo