BEAR BEACH (summer 2007)

An oath of desperation stifles tears of bitter rage
The pen nib crawls in spiral scrawls
Across the empty page
Where once a year of inspiration could be written in a day
But what's the point in writing
Now you've nothing more to say

Blyth Power

TURKEY X 2

And gargoyles of human beings hung on the ugly architecture of wobbling lurching bodies coming down fast like dying empires, after the sun is already dead in their eyes.

SJB.

when i throw away what i don't want, it will fall within reach
antonio porchia

Lepisma saccharina

i am the man who
stays in this room
taking pot-shots
from his cowardly battleship
lighting a candle
the darkness retreats
into a hole in my head
webbed with slug trails

i nurture many silverfish
i dance with them
i scoop tasteless food into my mouth
under the blankets
my body curled like a fiddle head
a tight flame
every night i listen for a tap
at my window

i am the man riding
on a crones back
who has no belief in soul or spirit
only in what is horribly real and ordinary

"does it hurt you when i does this"?

TOTAL

Found in Caucasian Chalk Circle by Bertolt Brecht.

Statement by Poison Girls

I denounce the system
that murders my children
I denounce the system
that denies my existence
I curse the system
that makes machines of my children
I reject the system
that makes men of machines
I reject the system
that turns bodies of my own sweet flesh
into monsters of iron and steel and war
And turns the hands of my children
into robot claws
I reject the system
that turns the hearts of my children
Against this earth
I curse the system
That turns the genitals of my children
Into factories of fire and destruction
and rapes our flesh
and tears our womb
this earth our home.

There are no words for us no words
When the fireball
rapes the flesh of the earth
When the fireball
tears the womb of the world
When the bullet
rips apart the son and the lover
When the bullet
rips apart the son and the lover
Lays to waste
the wombwork and the labour
Where are they
that will cherish my flesh
Where are they
that will cherish my children
The men that will stand
against the deathdealers
The children who can say no
to the lifestealers
Where are they that will
curse the deathdealers
I denounce the system

There are no words for us no words

Rooted in pain
they sell their own flesh
Rooted in pain
they do anything for money
They deal in death
with minds that feed on hate
In fear of life they kill without pity
In fear of love they wound and they rape
In fear of love they rape without pity
Where are they
that will cherish my flesh
Where are they
that will cherish my children
The men that will stand
against the deathdealers
I denounce the system

There are no words for us no words

Only a curse
leaps from my throat
Only a curse
leaps like blood from my throat
To curse the warlords
that lay to waste our labour
That lay to waste
the wombwork and the labour
That lay to waste
the wombwork and the labour

That lays to waste
That lays to waste
waste... waste...
waste... waste...
waste