Two sockets may look good on the wall,but you still need a plug to turn on the light - Nathan Phillips' Slippery Canoodle

The lamp lit my way dimly as I rummaged through the drawers,
With a finger in my pocket sifting clothes that once were ours,
As the lightning lit the bedroom,wiped the wetness from my palms,
On a pair of satin panties,thunder crashed but I was calm,
Woolen prints of stockinged feet that followed me into the den,
Witnessed photos in my fingers of a long remembered sin,
Slipped on boots that were too big for me and felt my stomach cringe,
Thinking of the two I left there as I slipped into the wind… Continue

Hypnotize the zipper,falling of it's own accord,
Slowly with a whisper,calling out to me for more,
Cautiously I kissed her and a tooth got in the way,
And she said to me "now,mister,if I only knew your name."
I reached with crooked fingers,plucked a button from her blouse,
Through the haze I felt her linger but could tell she was aroused,
And as if as through a tar pit we made progress to the bed,
As her pants fell to the carpet all the blood rushed to my head,
It was a starry night I loved her… Continue

Covered in credit cards,drowning in keys,
The modern life is surreal to me,
Carrying Ipods and cellular phones,
You're never really all alone,
Solitude drives us mad,it seems,
For there's always a radio or a t.v.,
Assuring we'll never,not ever get bored,
It's our every day life that we strive to ignore,
Who wants to sit and talk face to face,
With someone when there are new products to chase,
And who wants to watch as the sun slowly sets,
When there's always a new possession to get,
And what is… Continue

The clouds turn black and swirl around,
And spinning down they touch the ground,
And pick up houses,trees and cars,
They're all sucked up and thrown afar,
Such heavy things are thrown so high,
Was that a cow that just flew by?
And there's my roof,just like a plane,
A flag,a bike,a weather vane,
That points to nowhere,here and there,
And over there,then disappears,
It's like a giant vaccuum cleaner,
I wonder is this just a dream,or,
Can it be reality?
Groundlings swimming in a sea,
Of sky and dro… Continue

Just beneath the roses,
Several feet beneath the ground,
Nourishing the hungry worms,
And never to be found.
Just inside the corner,
By the dog ear wooden gate,
Decomposing slowly,
In a hasty shallow grave.
Bury You,
In a garbage bag,
In a shallow grave,
In my own back yard,
Where the worms eat your flesh,
And feast on your eyes.
Buried in my own back yard,
In a shallow grave,
Under roses so,
I may piss on you once a day.