Cold Ghost

I can feel your cold heart

pulsing with tourist town greed

beating me down into dark submission

surfers paradise: you rock me hard

cock rock blaring in stereo sin

submerge my soul into your six-star

self-consciousness



time passes in polaroid snapshots

emulsions in my retina

become washed out in your tidal erosion

diary entries mean nothing here

just a dusty collection of faded reminiscences



phallic towers overhead

soar like babylon's brothel

sufferers paralysed

your thoroughfares go only one way



cattle in a labyrinth

bolting from the Minotaur

a mad cow jangles her udders

dancing down the main-drag

unmindful of the malevolence



wolves slink down alleys

smoking discarded butts

pilfering garbage bags

marking their territory

shopping for sheep's clothing



the rambling cattle drive

thunders along one-way streets

aaaahowl._____________.

wolves are hunting

mmmmaaaaaahhhhh

angry bull blares



sheep line footpaths

goaded by the little

green & red men



I search for a princess

in your sink-hole of iniquity

but she has diamonds in her eyes

& sand in her g-string



oh cold ghost are you my mother?

does that make me

your long-lost orphan

or a whore-son bastard?