The Oslo Girls

The Oslo girls paint by numbers.
The Oslo girls supplement their income through bookkeeping and prostitution.
The Oslo girls weep for the dead of Juarez.

The Oslo girls invented baseball.
The Oslo girls called for you while you were out.
The Oslo girls like boys with toys.

The Oslo girls are inside the tent pissing out.
The Oslo girls have come for your children.
The Oslo girls favour the brave.

The Oslo girls are outside the tent pissing in.
The Oslo girls shot JFK.
The Oslo girls asked questions later.

The Oslo girls shall look on Helen's face in hell.
The Oslo girls have started so they'll finish.
The Oslo girls plagiarise, plagiarise, plagiarise.

The Oslo girls are training men. Hallelujah.
The Oslo girls will free your mind and your ass will follow.
The Oslo girls give as good as they get.

The Oslo girls are God's gift to women.
The Oslo girls are God's gift to women?
The Oslo girls are God's gift to women.

The Oslo girls know where you live.
The Oslo girls scream when they wanna go faster.
The Oslo girls are on the side of the angels. But the Devil is their best friend.

The Oslo girls do not break eggs to make an omelette.
The Oslo girls are slippery when wet.
The Oslo girls had a farm. Ee-i-ee-i-o.

The Oslo girls got married in a fever.
The Oslo girls would like to meet your mother.
The Oslo girls threw the baby out with the bath water.

The Oslo girls licked the platter clean.
The Oslo girls built Rome in a day.
The Oslo girls told God to do it.

The Oslo girls got drunk on dark wine.
The Oslo girls gather no moss.
The Oslo girls went down to the river to pray.

The Oslo girls like it hot.
The Oslo girls are only slightly bent.
The Oslo girls love you. Very, very much. They just don't have the words.

Russell J Turner - December 2010

My Cocaine Mistress

You were huddled round the fire on the beach,
Shepherding the flames for the evening breeze.
Swapping Special Brew and spliffs with your mates:
Laughing stories of boys and toys,
Cocks and dildos.
Wrapped in a duffle coat of former days,
You flicked a curl back from your ear:
Unselfconscious, sweet, distracted, mischief on your mind;
You smiled not at me, but for me.
And I fell in love with you that night,
That very moment, on that beach,
I fell in love with you;
My cocaine mistress.

You were curled up on the sofa like a panther,
A panther with a roll-up and a glass of cheap red wine.
Grinning at the old war stories:
Tall tales of men and motors,
Parties and regret.
Wrapped in a dream of former days,
You spoke as secret lovers do:
Unselfconscious, absent, perfect, music in your eyes;
You talked not to me, but for me.
And I fell in love with you that night,
That very moment, on that sofa,
I fell in love with you;
My cocaine mistress.

You were crying on a corner in the rain,
Crying for your dead youth and the years that had been lost
At the loving hands of families and friends:
Relations of the blood and the blade,
Instruments and cigarettes.
Wrapped in a dislocation of former days,
Your tears washing away the innocence:
Unselfconscious, squalid, human, sorrow on your breath;
You kissed me. You kissed me.
And I fell in love with you that night,
That very moment, in that rain,
I fell in love with you;
My cocaine mistress.

You are stretched out on the bedsheet like a doll,
Arms akimbo, damaged lady porcelain.
Tracing the journeys your body has taken:
Broken maps of pain and lust,
Addictions and despair.
Wrapped in a skin of former days,
White powder fills the furrows of your flesh.
Unselfconscious, ephemeral, eternal, a perfume on your sweat,
Purging me of all my guilt.
And I fall in love with you this night,
This very moment, every moment,
I fall in love with you again;
My cocaine mistress.

Russell J Turner – March 2009 & November 2010

crawl into my grave and turn the key

i have done all i can to forget you but the memory still creeps across my skin i have done all i can to hide from you but the light still burns my eyes i have done all i can to bury the past in a box carved out of feigned indifference but still you crawl into my grave and break the seal crawl into my grave and pick the lock crawl into my grave and turn the key

Russell J Turner - September 2010

seventeen years

there was a time when i would have given you anything given up anything surrendered my life to you surrendered my life for you but seventeen years is a long time long time stroking her neck running my fingers through her hair beyond comprehension willfully misunderstanding days i wished would last forever nights strung out with pills and whiskey and the laughter the laughter electric glances between us but now the looks are fading tracing lines down the small of her back razor blades cuts of love and pain oozing through dull consciousness some idiot osmosis these celebrations leave their marks on a man and a woman counts the days waiting for her bright lover to return and i dimly feel that desire building up now beneath my tongue she comes to me she comes to me and all is forgotten all buried like water beneath the rush of seventeen years

Russell J Turner - September 2010

Hell on Earth (A Recruitment Song)

If you dig unwanted pregnancies,
Join the Catholic Church;
And suffering from sexual disease,
Then join the Catholic Church.

If child-molesting makes you smile,
Join the Catholic Church;
And help protect a paedophile
When you join the Catholic Church.

Join the Catholic, join the Catholic,
Join the Catholic Church;
If you believe in Hell on Earth
Then join the Catholic Church.

If you believe in fear not love,
Join the Catholic Church;
Because you fear your Lord above,
Join the Catholic Church.

If you deny a woman's right to choose,
Join the Catholic Church;
If you helped the Nazis kill the Jews,
Then join the Catholic Church.

Join the Catholic, join the Catholic,
Join the Catholic Church;
If you believe in Hell on Earth
Then join the Catholic Church.

If you hate gays and all their kin,
Join the Catholic Church;
And think women are the cause of sin,
Then join the Catholic Church.

If you still believe in fairytales,
Join the Catholic Church;
And we'll pin you up with Christ's own nails
When you join the Catholic Church.

Join the Catholic, join the Catholic,
Join the Catholic Church;
If you desire a Hell on Earth
Then join the Catholic Church.

Russell J Turner – September 2010

Got Hitched

Got hitched,
Got stitched,
Bewitched and bitched and ditched.

Got tried,
Got fried,
A bride inside denied.

Got claimed,
Got tamed,
Defamed and blamed and shamed.

Got sought,
Got caught,
Then brought in sport and taught.

Got chained,
Got trained,
Disdained and caned and stained.

Got fussed,
Got sussed,
We must all trust in lust.

Russell J Turner - September 2010

Three Little Words

Listen very carefully:

You will stick needles in my soul,
Run your tongue across my ego,
And pump nitrous oxide through my blood
In a vain attempt to assuage my guilt.

You will paint perfume on my skin,
Interrogate my damaged faith,
And sing songs of synchronicity
In a doomed attempt to dispel my doubts.

You will throw caution to the wind,
Massage my broken bravado,
And write my words in six-feet scrawl
In a futile attempt to confound my critics.

Listen very carefully:

We two are one within the skin;
We two are one between the sheets;
We two are one beneath the knife.
Give me your love and I will give you my ring;
Give me your love and I will give you my heat;
Give me your love and I will give you my life.

Listen very carefully.

Russell J Turner - September 2010