Eating It - Barry Andrews

All of the World’s impact on me:

All of the eggs they cracked on me

Now it’s all coming back to me

(Eating it all away)

All of the slack euphoria

All that phantasmagoria

Looks sorrier and sorrier.

(Eating it all away)

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…

Nothing that she said made sense to me

In all of that immensity

Made up for it with intensity

(Eating it all away)

Busy with my many Catamites

And their prelapsarian appetites

Where are all the fuckers at tonight?

(Eating it all away)

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…

Falling into all the cavities

Weary little thing called Gravity

Got a flair for this depravity

(Eating it all away)

Nothing that cannot be rectified

Whoever you might have objectified

Try some ethical insecticide

(To eat it all away)

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…

Gathering light through the tangled branches

Oil-spill on the wet road makes colour like a crows wing.

Basilisk eye gazes unblinking at the puddle,

Ear to the hollow of the buzzsaw world.

Bakerloo line to Harrow and Wealdstone.

Paradise by Kensal Rise.

A drift through the boneyard…

The scattered rubbish of the World —

Shattered windscreen in the kerb’s crack;

Motes of dust on the shafts of light.

Grasshalms in the tender wind.

All will come to coruption

Falling into all the cavities

Weary little thing called Gravity

Got a flair for this depravity

(Eating it all away)

Nothing that cannot be rectified

Whoever you might have objectified

Try some ethical insecticide

(To eat it all away)

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…

The New English hegemony

Has a Judas look at Gethsemene

and the backbone of an anenome

(Eating it all away)

Standing on the brink of genocide

Telling us we should be terrified

(tho' nothing yet exactly verifed)

(eating it all away)

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…

Eating away at it…