Everyone knows but no one can show
You how to move your legs
Too much self in the room
The same self room
You say it never works
it's all I can do
Not to laugh
Slow dancing mannequin
Wolfs head claws in
Flood
Rise revel in the glow
Of the minds ash
Keep your child's heart
Tuck and bloom
Slow dancing mannequin
Wolfs head claws in
wornrobot
Thursday 13 February 2014
Sunday 19 May 2013
To Do
clean place / tidy
take out recycling
clean porch
sweep bedroom
Flight and fighting homo-sapiens erupt
out of thin air,
and into the prior life you lived
in outer space before.
Empty living rooms, devoid and turned.
a pig's head on a wall adorns.
Can't move past it
or get inside it,
time to forget it,
cause getting rich doesn't apply to our sitch,
any more than a dying leaf browns and stains,
devoid of impromptu givaways.
Light a smoke die sideways,
The guaranteed are enemies,
they don't even apply.
take out recycling
clean porch
sweep bedroom
Flight and fighting homo-sapiens erupt
out of thin air,
and into the prior life you lived
in outer space before.
Empty living rooms, devoid and turned.
a pig's head on a wall adorns.
Can't move past it
or get inside it,
time to forget it,
cause getting rich doesn't apply to our sitch,
any more than a dying leaf browns and stains,
devoid of impromptu givaways.
Light a smoke die sideways,
The guaranteed are enemies,
they don't even apply.
Sunday 15 April 2012
Exploration 2
It’s late. All the people inside their beds. Some sleeping.
Sometimes I feel like I’m running away and my body tires quickly
Sometimes I feel like I’m chasing you and I catch up
Then all I hear is the blood in my ears and my steady breathing
Like I’m on an operating table
I like this feeling
I can feel your eye on me
And your wings around me
And I keep going and find the rhythm of the track I know is there underneath me
I feel the bruises in my lungs, but it doesn’t matter
The people don’t matter
The stupid shit I do and say and write and sing doesn’t matter
I live for this
The memories don’t matter
The happily married divorced with kids don’t matter
I love this moment
I love you don't leave
Monday 19 March 2012
These Hands Are Mitts
These hands are mitts
head lies like a cloak.
At the witching hour my body
clenches and I wake up
yelling gibberish at my family.
Does the sun yield to you?
Creator of the time space continuum
I drift in
floating face down over my
own
Cut the cord when it's time.
Wednesday 7 December 2011
Son, you're done for the day.
Lie down or maybe hit the hay.
You lost today,
but can't remember
if it was a fight,
or love, at first sight.
You're lying to your friends.
Your pets look the other way.
You always want it back as it is being taken away.
Just leave it blank for one day.
Come back another way.
Simple things are hard, cause they are made that way.
I love you kid.
Lie down or maybe hit the hay.
You lost today,
but can't remember
if it was a fight,
or love, at first sight.
You're lying to your friends.
Your pets look the other way.
You always want it back as it is being taken away.
Just leave it blank for one day.
Come back another way.
Simple things are hard, cause they are made that way.
I love you kid.
Wednesday 23 November 2011
1
Time moves fast and
time moves slow,
lost my will man i don't know,
lost my fun and lost my friend,
one who called me out by name.
A rising tide of fear and shame...
Hold it back dear Dad,
I don't want it to go bad
I don't wanna be sad,
but I look a fool
my nose always begging to be scratched,
picking away at what's left,
junking out left right,
rolling under a city of great heights.
Gotta get up, and keep moving
you know?
Can you take even this brain, this heart?
Yes.
Can't be afraid anymore,
you know?
time moves slow,
lost my will man i don't know,
lost my fun and lost my friend,
one who called me out by name.
A rising tide of fear and shame...
Hold it back dear Dad,
I don't want it to go bad
I don't wanna be sad,
but I look a fool
my nose always begging to be scratched,
picking away at what's left,
junking out left right,
rolling under a city of great heights.
Gotta get up, and keep moving
you know?
Can you take even this brain, this heart?
Yes.
Can't be afraid anymore,
you know?
Tuesday 15 November 2011
Sun Set
Are you friend or foe or
something in between?
It's never black and white
between you and me.
Is this a circle or a spiral?
I shouldn't ask, but I can't
see my footprints between
the walls.
Walking around, fooling no one
with spears skewering my
body, plain to see in the
afternoon sun.
I dropped it on the sidewalk,
tried my best to step on it
as I walked to my favorite bench.
Maybe watch the warming sun set.
Maybe snap a photo with my eye.
something in between?
It's never black and white
between you and me.
Is this a circle or a spiral?
I shouldn't ask, but I can't
see my footprints between
the walls.
Walking around, fooling no one
with spears skewering my
body, plain to see in the
afternoon sun.
I dropped it on the sidewalk,
tried my best to step on it
as I walked to my favorite bench.
Maybe watch the warming sun set.
Maybe snap a photo with my eye.
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