1. RESCUE

They're fucking after us... my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces.

It's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white.

You've got to rescue me... they're stalking me, hiding in mirrors like flesh jack-o-lanterns.

It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek, "The Recoats are coming!" like a choir of boiling lobsters.


2. DOCTOR ! DOCTOR !

She shacked up with the wrong surgeon.. Doctor! Doctor! What have you done?

She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels and woke up with skin like fingernails. Doctor! Doctor! What pleasure do you crave when sex lacks passion?

When the hospital lights are dimmed low? This knife cut fashion lacks compassion, but who saysbeing an abomination of human cartilage isn't a statement?

Now cover girl, your cover up drips like dairy. When i see you, walking by yourself, I wanna cut the corners off your lips, i wanna shave the angles off your cheeks, i wanna wash the geometry off your face.

Those cosmetics run, run, run like ivory blood burns.
You keep coming back to get fucked on the operating table. You keep coming back a different shade of nauseating.

It's time to take that face back to the bank and count the cash you really make. Pennies, doctor! , pennies!


3. THE FACE IN THE EMBRYO

I spent seventeen nights in the city, watching the horizon beckon for a buck knife...to bludgeon it's belly, to end the pregnancy.

I've spent seventeen night in the city, watching the face in the embro, traced by fleshy twilight, pleading for cesarean.

You can seeit allf rom the rooftops... a swollen vagina in the sky.
Threateningbirth...three shades of blood to soak its bed.

One: firey red for the shutdownof the science bled sun. Two: viscious black for the sex lives of the sciene fed youth.
Three: milk white for the impossible vista of the skyline as it shorte dout, crackled with static and was replaced by a network of newsprint.

You can see it all from the rooftops...a swollen vagina in the sky.

So close you can smell the morphine in its veins.


4. JAMES BROWN

Have you seen the man with the golden croutch? Who oiled the souls of this town of teenage girls.

Have you seen the man with the flaxen wig? Who brought this city to its knees, who left is lusting.

Have you seen the man who lathers his face featureless?

Because incognito blood won't need to clot, and if your wearing a bullseye then your gonna get short.


5. MUTINY ON THE ARK OF THE BLOOD BROTHERS

The last mariner alive on the ark of the blood brothers hearsthe five howls of its haunting.

One in the sail when the scales of the oil ocean glow pink.

One in the cabin for the swollen navelsof pregnant sirens, the fins on the backs of dead pirates.

Three in the lookout tower for the temptation of cursed pineapples, the deadly lure of piano island.

Oh oh oh oh oh you never know.

The hints of phantom revolt might never ever show until you find yourself shaved, poisoned and dismembered down the throat of the sea.

Raise the fucking flag. The flag of mutinity.


6. JORDAN BILLIE PETS THE WILD HORSE'S MANE

yesterday i shaved my every inch of my body and mailed the hair to you.

Does this excite you? Is this what like, pen pal? Today i mailed a brick through your window and watched you shower...so clean.

I sucked your soap like a sugared apple, i steamed your mirrors with nostrils flared.

Pen pal, i'm afraid that our meetings are no longer coicidental, it's hard to be discrete when hooves hit concrete.

It's hard to fit in when you look like equestrian.


7. MAROONED ON THE PIANO ISLAND

Hello, hello, hello, to the girl with eight inch fingers.

Codeine eyes swollen like hives and stingers.

This is our first caress and i must confess you look slightlymarionette-esque. The way you walk out of order.

The way you talk out of tune.
Marooned on piano island.

Population of two, population me and you.
I met a girlwith eight inch fingers.
She clothed herself in pineapple skin.
She tempted me with forbidden pleasure...now i'll live on piano island forever.

She's a tropical beauty.


8. THIS ADULTERY IS RIPE

Butter. Butter and babies...this shack's distinct aroma.

Sugar, i've come but it's very hard to hump in front of your children.

They're horrific.

Your husband should know her hex, your sex complex that cursed the fruits of our passion.

It's not natural...these children with melted beaks.

Sugar i'd come over but your coffee tastes like clap.


9. TIME FOR TENDERNESS

When i awoke i lay tied to a foreign bed.
Inside a house sown out of human flesh.
A palace of skin graft architecture.
Oh desolation!

I can't stand to fuck these walls.
Desolation!

I can't stand to suck these halls.
But how do i sleep when the skin i stroke underneath the sheets is mannequin plastique?

And i woder where the girl who slept beside me has gone.

When the faces in the photos stare with glass eyes mystique...Tick, tick, tick, tock I watch the clock for tenderness.


10. JENNIFER

Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute.
Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion, the shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel.

The negatives...Jennifer. Such uncompromising positions... I said, "You need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby.

Because i don't want your money, i don't want your favors.

This ain't no blackmail...this is for amusement."

Don't shady pasts make interesting broadcasts? And human error is never an acceptable answer...Jennifer.