the man on TV

that song he sang from long ago,
came back to haunt my living room.
the dead man kept singing on, smiling.
oh yes, he was that man on TV from the 60s.

- puka the couch

the chronicles of le rouge

i stood there hammering tenderloins
while she shoved a lager in his face
and merry men sang songs of mule coins
and silly rhymes of horrible tastes.

when she came, staggered and smiling,
i knew she needs a shoulder to cry.
she ordered chocolates and other things,
but i heard a heart waiting to die.

hey sally, your day is just half as bad as mine.
i'd tell you tales of sorrow but with a smile.
hey baby, don't fret because we are all not doing fine.
this world is a beautiful place, served with roses and bile.

and i gave her coffee on the house, waiting for some tips.
but she kept smiling and smiling amidst her bleeding lips.
with an empty hand, i coughed a story from two days ago,
about how i swam in sands, while i was having some blow.

her lips kept bleeding i thought i was rose syrup.
i knew she has to get a grip before i chased her out.
i don't need a tragic lady, to spoil my get up.
so i'm telling you once, you have to go out and about.

forget what happened already, just move on.
this life is just a cuppa with a little smooch.
it's time for you to hastily be gone,
so i can continue the chronicles of le rouge.


- the seventh chef of the angry salmon