(2013)
Quite often I find myself running for the train in the morning.
#Run
Dress them in factory grey and shi… add a splash of colour to stop the… Introduce drip-fed thoughts and th… Teach them to ignore their mind an… Stay inside when it rains, cos it’…
The page was waiting like the dark liquid poured itself luminous in the night-time dim orange shed, orange head full of unburnt connections
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,
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
We lay on the beach saw, from shifting sand, a friendly fight, a dolphin show, a picture of us,
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 first gasp of potent air taken in, shocks and awes innocence.
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
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…
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points
Sit a while with me if you will Take the strain off your weary mind, you, have too much on your plate, wait, lets have tea and
Took a ride out to the hill family of five tightly coiled shoehorned in a car late this song no this one
Hurried by the wind, my mind races across impassible reaches to where you too are watching in shared solitude There is no torture