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1. vampires
2. eros
3. 3 deaths on toast
4. our love
5. little miss x
6. de sade
7. amsterdam
8. soldiers
9. a map of your soul
10. you will grow old here
11. gum
12. i give up
13. borderline
jhonny hammer - poetry vocals.
marti hammer - guitars, samples, programming.......................................
Influences
i came when told you were dead
and wiped myself off on your obituary
i attended your funeral rotten drunk
and piss on your tombstones anniversary
i still miss you more than i can tell
i still love you more than i can say
and i am glad you are dead -
dead to my world
i sit on a long jetty cutting into a calm and black ocean
although dark the dunes are vivid white
an old moon yellowed and crazed is falling
the empty horizon is grey
dunes spotted with fleshy salt bush in tiny bloom
in the depths tiny crabs coloured as the moon
scuttle here and there i notice netting caught in the pylons
within a lifeless body tangled and drowned
the skin clear and translucent veins blue
an old love now a creature of the sea
now movement in the stillness she looks up
i reach my arm to untangle the net vainly she tries to touch
i am careful for her flesh appears poisonous her eyes are blank
i know if i were to haul her onto the jetty she would slip from my grip like jelly
all she can do now is float suspended in limbo in this dead sea
i pull the rope free and she drifts slowly turning waving wanting me to follow
carried by the motion of the sea the tide turning
i hear the scream of an early morning gull in flight along the brightening shore
far across this vast liquid void the sun is streaming through a small window
you are taking your shower the warm water streams between breast between buttock
your soapy hand pushes between your legs a finger in search of pleasure
hair wet clings to your face lips part breath heavy steam obscures your gasp of climax
now i hear the bark of a lone dog
looking over my shoulder i see the mongrel running along the beach towards the gulls
squawking over a prize left by the tide and still tangled in her gown of netting
your salty fragrance in the cool air draws me back to the ocean
a ray of light warms the skin on the back of my neck
with my heart beating rapidly i lie back
my head cradled in my hands and i smile
as blood fills my cock
