(2013)
Quite often I find myself running for the train in the morning.
#Run
To the ends of the Earth where the lava hits the air raw-earthly habitats To light the night
I sailed away to cast my fate, on the shores of Catalina, but after toiling thousands of mil… I find the grass is much less gree… All the wine in wine country,
You are just a rock stopped, still, avoided as time passes and mocks, with looking-back laughs... ...and you sink, forgotten
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
I gotta feeling this is coming to a close the loop around the world has but one way to go too many men
Out There: everything waits. half lit sheds, and fields of sheep, an ambling man,
Damn and blast and house arrest Before the lungs fail Ring-a-ring-a-roses No playing kids Blind-eye playground test
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
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
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…
Life This dot to dot beeb-bop melee of mish-mashed memories
The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,
We dream of nothing sleepwalk to the end speak to no-one only pretend In front of my eyes is a picture