(2015)
Run. Until your legs disown you and when you stop hold on to the thunder of your bei… fight through the chocking air,
Took a ride out to the hill family of five tightly coiled shoehorned in a car late this song no this one
Write your name on the next bomb.… Wish for a child to hit. A hummingbird pipsqueak heart stop… A punch like a holy fist. Hold a used shell to your child’s…
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,
Just a drop In the ocean Pretty pearl of glass Infinite reeling colours Inside
There, in glistening half-light a spider feels the dawn languid flies forget they’re born life loses a fight A newly unfurled a petal
Those thunderous Gods whipping cauliflower petticoats sk… a shoes-off call to their pregnant… gaining weight against the light Insect flights, crackle rumble,
The first time I entered you, You did not embrace me, Stone cold hearted made me feel cold and me and my money, parted.
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
Let the children sleep, so the world is eroded before our eyes alone by the anger, famine, bomb and war… of the bean-counting machines.
The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections
Speak softly in the night for shadows cast in these inverse… frost the flowers in the soul Do not allow phantom predatory circular thought…
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,