The Guest from homebodies by Construction & Destruction

My eyes have fallen from face to chest,
and then the rest.
I like your shoes—
take ‘em off;
please do.

Have a seat,
I’ll clear a chair.
Be my guest:
(--I like your hair).

It’s warm here,
dry logs on the fire.
And a dog who knows his name.
(We’re glad you came.
We like your attire.)

Hold on,
I’ll get you a drink.
You’ve come far; your cheeks get pink.
There’s rice in the fridge,
I think.

I like your voice.
It’s word-class.
I got no choice;
you can sing like a bird.
And I like birds,
and dirty words.

CURL!
GIRL!
FUCK!
CHANGE!
STOP!
GRACE!
FACE!
CHASE!
LACE!
CHRIST!
HASTE!
TASTE!

I like your face.

• Experimental
• Independent
• Singer-songwriter
• Spook Rock
• avant-garde
• noise
• Port Greville