Chasca’s CD “Bedtime for Bedlamites” will be available at our Triple Crown show this Saturday! Here’s a little sample of some of the fractured “poetry” that will be soon slithering through the ether. READ ON, darlings, IF YOU DARE:
Tom O’ Bedlam
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
I’m playing by the water
Chasing mother nature’s daughter
With her simian stride
And Saphic pride
all fat and furry and reeking of curry
She’s a belle.
There’s a tippler from the street
And he’s got webbed feet
With toothpick legs
And eyes like eggs
All yellow and young
With a septic tongue
He’s a goose
All day as yeomen toil
Hair like worms and teeth like soil
All night the fiddler bows
the emperor bows and chews his toes
Here it comes
Such creaming inside my head
Mad Maudlin lifts her skirt
She’s good for a squat and a squirt
Hey ho-away we go
With six dicks for every doe
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
Bedtime for Bedlamites
Out of mind
and out of sight
Midnight and moonbeams
Wet brains and wet dreams
I’m crawling like a crab and the geeks all laugh
As the watchman smites me with his staff
All firm and black
To break my back
It’s a show
There’s a pudding shaped glutton
And he’s covered all in mutton
With a gelatin lip
And jowls that drip
All gibbering and wild
Like a churlish child
He’s a Hun
All day the matrons mull
The jester grins and thumps his skull
All night the pedagogue weeps
His fingernails give me the creeps
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
Don’t squirm the mars man squeals
And whispers just how good it feels
Don’t stop the harlot moans
Methuselah grins while Atlas groans
Here it comes
Such screaming inside my head
Bedtime for Bedlamites
Out of mind
And out of sight
Midnight and moonbeams
Wet brains and wet dreams…