Running away like mice
From the man in control
He can build a hill
He can dig a hole
Drop me in and leave me
No one will believe me
Every question of mine is opposed
My life has been bulldozed
Author: shaun tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist and practising poet, amongst other things
Island – 12th September 1986
Water everywhere I look
I think of the land you took
Now I’m left alone
My island is my home
Isolated from opposition
Survival is my proposition
Loneliness is my admission
All there is in my position
Amplifier – 11th September 1986
She’s so quiet
I need to supply her
With my amplifier
Wrapped in sound
She won’t untie me
She just wants to amplify me
Gear – 10th September 1986
It’s so slow
In the shadow
Do not fear
Move up a gear
Invisible – 9th September 1986
I couldn’t see it
I could not touch
I want to feel it
Very much
Nothing’s so invisible
As this invisible thing
It does not respect you
For the gifts you bring
It does not cry
It does not care
It is nothing
It isn’t there
Abortion – 8th September 1986
Young girls line up
They’re so receptive
They got pregnant
Abortion is their contraceptive
It’s so easy to get it done
It means you can have your fun
It’s all blown out of proportion
It’s your fault, your abortion
27th October 2023 – I somehow managed to avoid ever being in this situation though there were a couple of close calls.
Fish – 7th September 1986
Chip shop suey
Herringbone stewing
Fish fry in the pan
Fumes fly through the fan
Chip shop, chip shop
Fish chop, fish chop
Fish swim
Give in
Not the plaice or time
On the plate of mine
Ketchup, ketchup
Headcut, head cut
Deathwish, deathwish
Dead fish, dead fish
Princess Diamond – 5th September 1986
Bring her jewels
Bring her gold
Bring her everything
You can hold
Diamonds for my princess
I couldn’t have given less
Buds – 4th September 1986
Zola Coca Cola
Soap-suds
Flower buds
Gold mine
Sprouting time
Sprouts doubts
Sauerkrauts
Sour krauts
German floods
Disintegrated
Rosebuds
Damnation – 3rd September 1986
She was pushed to the ground
She dared not make a sound
With the knife at her throat
He ripped through her coat
She was raped in the park
Where children play before dark
In the evening you can smell the stagnation
That’s sentenced her to damnation
