If You Can Read This You're Trespassing

Somebody Took It While Our Backs Were Turned,
And Had Then Hid It Away In Her Press.
This Was A Year Ago Or Maybe Less...

It's Of An Argument;
Me Looking At The Ass Of That Karen Whats-her-face
She's A Cousin Of Grace, I Think
And With The Push Of Drink Said 'While We're At It; You've A Priest's Haircut
And Wear Too Much Cologne'
And I Said Your Only Yourself When We Are Alone
Though You Were Right, That Sounded Like A Pulp Record Her Sister Might Have Owned

It's With Out A Frame And In Her Hand It Curls
She Looked At The Photo Saying 'I Recognize
The Man But I Can't Say The Same For The Girl...'                                                                        

Maybe About The Fight Too 
But Then I Had To Piss Or At Least Thought I Did
So I Hid, Awkward Between Three Urinals
Only To Spare The Details, I Both Dried My Hands And Redid My Hair 
And Walked Back To A Bruce Song
The One Were We Lay On My Bed And Sung Along
The One That Could Have Said The Places We'd Have Gone, But Again I Could Be Wrong

The Names Will Come To Her
After I've Forgot What We'd Done
So Lets Say... 'Wouldn't You Swear It Was My Sister If I Had One'

CK

Fragment #52

Fallout Leftovers,
The Lint In Our Pockets
And Sootfall By Dawn

CK

'Were Ye Smoking Cigarettes?'

'And Because You Said It Was Too Late
To Walk Home Alone,
The Two Of Us Couldn't Have
Made Our Way
To Each Other Over The Telephone'

And That Was Said Later In The Night
But Now We're Nearing P.E
And A Text Says 'It Gives Us Time
For Me And You
And I Have The Backdoor Key'

And I Was Pulling The Slugs
Of Random Headstones
And Tossing Them Into The Hedge
As We Cut From School
Wasting Time Sneaking Into Town

And Stood In An Open Doorway
And Let The Rain
Clear The Streets So We'll Be Seen
As Two Running Blurs
Dropping Past The Post Office
Where Her Mother Works

And We're Dressing As The Rest Did
And Running Puddles
That Are Only Leftovers Now
But Then I Repaid Her
Out By The Back Of The Gym
As Maths Roll Was Called

And Later Nothing Good Comes
From The Words
'Did You Or Did You Not'
When Spoke Slowly
'Go 'Head And Skip Second Period With
The Young Thomas Girl'

But You Don't Mind Hearing Them
If You Did

CK

Lyrics To Indie Songs

It's Not Because They Drink
That's Only A Few
But Someone Has To Racist
The Surplus Store
It's Ok, We've A White Bassist
What More D'ya Need
Because I'm Pretty Sure I Gave
Obama My Number Two

CK

The Wonder Years

Children Are Pioneers
Dancing The Slow Sets In Micras
Children Are Volunteers
Finding Faults In Strapless Bras

Children Are Souvenirs
Keeping Her Mother's Twisted Panties
Children Are Auctioneers
Selling The Set Back To Her Aunties

Children Are Pamphleteers
As The Schoolyard Knows She A 'B'
Children Are Mountaineers
From One To Another Is All They See

CK

Fragment #51

I'm Having Mine Cold
So You Can Remember Me
And/Or Just My Name

CK

S'Ex's Romps To Exit Ramps

The Wife Uses A Prescription As A Pillow

When The Clocks Run Slow.

'Dear, You Know I Can't Fall Asleep Without'

Shortens His Business Trips To Holiday Inn's.

The Remote's Ass Already Slapped

So Start Flicking, Saying She Forgot Batteries

And Said Let Go 'Au Naturale'

While Sticking On The Wig To Play Her Twin.

Muttering Back 'Don't Sweat It,

On My Shirt' Thinking It Seven By The Smell

But 'Fuck It, A Penny, A Pound'

Then Snuck Back A Note Off The Nightstand

To Take An Airport Store Home, 

Filling His Pockets With Unfamiliar Slips Of Paper

And Another Miniature For The Wife's Collection,

A New Number Of Chanel.

'Dear, How Did You Know I Had Ran Out?'

CK

A Haircut From The Missus

Not Saying She Used The Crimpled Scissors
For A 'Fucked Up' Style
We Got Into A Fight During The Break Of
Jeremy Kyle
But Quit On Its Return Having To Bear Their Flat
In Mind

Instead Fumbled At Her Bra To Make The Tension
Worthwhile
Only The Protection Of A Broken But Closed
Venetian Blind
And After Shared A Takeaway Her Roommate
Left Behind

CK

An Irishman In Dublin

Rubbed And Numbed Gums
That Never Settled For Orange Whiskey
Though He Preferred The Taste
But Sat Bleeding And Did Not Know Why

'Some Boys Tell Me I'm Too Old To Play Tadgh'

Having Always Wanted An Ashplant,
He Had Brail Bumps That Broke Over A Knee
And Almost Right And Almost Touching His Hip
But There's Slabs Of It Growing Up Around Templebar
In Places Where Spanish Student Trace Cobbles
And Some Words Translated As 'For Real?'
'No, Laddie It Is All Made Of Plastic'

'While Others Tell Me I Am Too Young To Play The Lead'

Far From The Field That Bore Him
Or So He Likes To Say To Strangers
Slapping His Neighbour In The Chest
'Boys Wasn't I Here The Whole Time?'

CK