(2015)
Impossibly big things are born from the infinitely small. This symmetry exists throughout all levels in the universe, including love and emotions.
We travelled back to old Italia wearing borrowed shoes and a ten g… tipped the driver for driving all… through the driving rain Oh - it poured alright
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…
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
Damn and blast and house arrest Before the lungs fail Ring-a-ring-a-roses No playing kids Blind-eye playground test
To the ends of the Earth where the lava hits the air raw-earthly habitats To light the night
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.
All this talk, this chatter, this… back scratching, arse scratching v… bitching, territory marking, point… people boring, tit for tat, straig… out of touch, poker faced
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
The forest mist sits out of the car early man unsits from his car into boots on the groaning mouth of the boot
“All aboard”, the Captain cries music to my ears Up the fog soaked ramp the ocean mist already claims me into the wooden creaks
Run. Until your legs disown you and when you stop hold on to the thunder of your bei… fight through the chocking air,
Life rolls, in the sway, the ebb and flow of all matter Every pebble treasure is from the… Who cares?! One time
Vanquished, the night slides from… those cruel games over. In the thin sliver of winter warm this unkempt heir rose, clung close by the odour of night-…
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points
You are just a rock stopped, still, avoided as time passes and mocks, with looking-back laughs... ...and you sink, forgotten