BirdMan One Liners
Demonstrate with Satan, show
him your new train set, show him, make him proud.
Catch a seagull and subject
it to the pain you endured when your mother first lost her keys.
Push a kite into your mouth
and fly it until dawn, then burn your tongue with water.
Sabotage nobody’s wedding,
lift the bride, lift her head and lay her fallow for one year.
Envelop in your own spawn,
covet your soul with peace, kidnap her flames twice.
Grow into a young man again
and wither at your replicated syndrome, find a solution and keep it a secret.
Eat with God, discuss
parenting methods, show discipline, angle with Christ, challenge him at darts.
Tempt yourself with your own
guilt, watch yourself in mirrors, see the defined edges of untrusted existence
manifest into prime predomination.
Writhe in agony at your
sister’s fucked up “get togethers”, eat from a trough and disappoint your
unrequited family of civilians and ogres.
Sleep easily amongst the
animals you once taunted, now…. let them teach you how to dwell, in sickness
and in health, prime yourself for your eager slaughter.
Feel your own wrath in mixed opinions, argue with yourself,
then concede with a bowed head.
Drill a hole in a loved ones head, marvel at your work,
photograph your expression then post it locally.
Burger a blonde girl in her blow hole, whisper softly to
her, tell her it’s going to be all right then die yourself before she realises,
joke’s on you now poppet.
Breathe a sigh of relief as your Mother passes away, chew at
her coffin, watch the congregation cheer and jive to your musical noise.
Keep a diary of your time at work, copy yourself in the
mirror, make a note of it, beat your reflection at chess and show off to others
without your shirt on.
Express yourself in terms of numbers, rate yourself out of
ten then post your findings on walls, colour your palms and dance until the
others leave.
Texture your face into bathroom wall, smooth the edges, keep
a distance whilst others admire your work “shower at will“, you shout.
Carve the loose
change you found into your arm, seal the edges, rotate yourself at pace and
jingle at passers by “Penny for the blind“, you call nodding your head to the
noise.
Soliliquise with yourself, “charming boy“, you think to
yourself, then suprise all by touching yourself, yes, touch more you think, see
their proud faces watch on.
Breathe deeply into your clothed face, remove the hood,
reveal a cows face, bovine at passers by then roll into the street barking at
bumpers before ending your time.
Eat with Jesus, take his bread then waste his time talking
about mishaps, see his expression change with talk of his loose mother, it’s in
the good book you claim.
Find God at a local bar, discuss your existence at length
then donate your sperm to his lap,“special gift“, you say, then leg it to
bathrooms where you be sick with energy.
Lucozade yourself for days then buzz around town wearing a
towel,“Penny for the guy“ you claim pointing at homeless man, watch him come at
you, then absorb his blow and sleep for two days.
Find time to gauge at girls, strip their clothes and wear
them aflame,“tied up girl very noisy“, you think. Petrol douse helps, phone
your Mother and explain your needs at length.
Witness the tent
you once constructed turn against you suddenly, feel it’s wrath and plead with
the ground sheet for mercy.
Deal at patience,
taunt the dealer, insult his wife, then realise you be doing this and hide
until you accept your own apology.
Adjust an awkward
glance towards a girl, feel your nervousness, pull at your spleen until it
loosens, look back, she’s gone running now.
Tell yourself to
sit at roadsides, feel your obedience enroll itself by a street performer, lick
at his balls and pet his head for good measure.
Sick youself at
the book shop, try and hide your measures using cupped hands but book keeper
spots you, “Enid Blyton get you“, you think to yourself.