(2015)
Dutch tears (or Prince Rupert's drops) are an interesting curiosity. Quenched drops of molten glass, they can be hit with a hammer, but snap the top off them and they explode in shards of glass due to the release of forces locked inside.
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Oh! It’s late again caught the last train woke up to the fields to walk with my night friends I’ll teach the moon to eclipse
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,
Took a ride out to the hill family of five tightly coiled shoehorned in a car late this song no this one
To the ends of the Earth where the lava hits the air raw-earthly habitats To light the night
Life rolls, in the sway, the ebb and flow of all matter Every pebble treasure is from the… Who cares?! One time
A raucous laugh on a cigarette gus… A petal falling between the cracks… Playground bottles high as kites, What kids we’ve become. Doing time in the cells of mind,
Lost in this city I call to the twinkle star minds with a whisper the crowds respond with no words or time
Oh the grand of Duke of York, he had ten thousand men, he sent them out to fight on a hil… while he sat back drinking gin. And when they were happy they were…
The forest mist sits out of the car early man unsits from his car into boots on the groaning mouth of the boot
Toys of war bought willingly by those who wish to be part of something
The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections
Hurried by the wind, my mind races across impassible reaches to where you too are watching in shared solitude There is no torture
It’s three in the morning and my v… I see life as a stage and the danc… The sets and the clothes are desig… Or we’d crawl on our bellies and e… Life is a dance,
I am inside by the window Outside it is snowing the dormant grass pales as the icy… of a million frozen raindrops attempt their silent smothering.
In a flash the whole beach lashed, laughed, as another siren painted… sky blue skin competing dashed to the submarine cold Hot little beach rocket bodies