Waking in the pipeline dream

Frightened, stifled, sorry, me

Don't you wanna kiss my head

Don't you wanna wipe the sweat.

I've seen this room inside my eyes

I know every ceiling tile

Turning, yearning, in my bed

Tell me what's inside your head.

Waking from a dreaded dream

That we were here and never freed

Don't wanna die inside this box

There is a key for every lock

Twisting, fitting, to the mould

The shadows wait until we're cold

Closer to the void we slip

When we are one and closer still.

Kiss under eternal sun

Burning, turning, just begun.

I wanna stand for something big

I don't wanna be ignored

I don't want to be so ugly,

And I don't wanna be adored.

I went to sleep in heaven

I woke on Satan's door,

Life should stand for something

I don't wanna be ignored.

Measure Of.

Matter in a vacuum
The weight of your words fall soft,
Collapsing in, the paper shredding
It was a phatic attempt.
A pavement view of construction
I stumbled across your quest for definition
Fell face first into the dirt.
What a hole you dig, what a life you lead
Commanding a vision, demanding the idea.
I sit and watch you twist
What you told yourself is reality,
Taking no part in the public hanging
The view's better from back here
I can come and go as I please,
The exit seat
The electric chair,
Is buzzing, drips of sweat
Fall as you stammer
Allergic to the question.
I see your romance
About three or four times a week
Confirm it with an ought to,
A should, an expectation.
Dinner sounds ghastly
We could stir the primordial soup with some cream,
Wash it down with a vessel of gluttony and watch the scene
On repeat a thousand times more
But my hair will be different
And I'll speak with your tone
We can go forth and build a happy home.
I'll go back to my seat now
Sit out this next song
The words are like haiku
But they read twice as long.
Just for effect the motorcade routes along
Down the same street with respect for the prongs
The bench marks, to stop. To celebrate
The measure of life with a fresh coat of paint
Is everybody in?
The show's about to begin
The roulette is rolling and no one can win.

Your Absence

In your absence I find myself
Church bells ringing in the distance,
Religion the enemy's tangent
Discordant, foreign, nonsensical.
A fool's alphabet is clear only to one
The divine, the outrageous
Knee-deep in a haystack
The girl struggles to the top
Losing her eye on the needle
A poignant feature worth keeping

Boy blue is another ball game
His head in the arbitrary muck
What happened to Lady Luck?
Enough of the self-righteous edge
Blades don't cut war, guns do.
Gamble to the meadow
The green green grass of arsenic
Two sparrows in a head lock
Query the heather
The secrets are tantamount,
Bursting from your eardrums
Let them loose!
A nuclear plant couldn't hold me
Not after the last spill

Anchor the armada before they hit the canal
The concept so abstract you can't snatch it from hell
Where was I when you spoke those words aloud
In that moment orchestrated by a deity himself

Absent as ever, now watch me disappear.
Down into the heather
Keeps me safe from your fear.
It wasn't the world that cast me out
It was you in your absence
Feeding a drought.

Hunger Howls.

Comfort in the ignorant is found
Passing through rooms with no sense of sound,
Bombarding the synapses without due suspicion.
Through radio waves, tv broadcasts, the public's opinion.
Warped by the man, the many men and women
Spewing ideas of hatred
For the humble, the genuine.
To enter into the world is to sacrifice to judgement
Submit to the glare, pay corporal punishment.

Now the days come hard and fast
When waking up to welcome the black
Find the residue of contempt
Scattered across the thighs and breast,
A conspiracy imposure
Womanhood without request.
Sleep can't compete with the fading hours
When the mouse in your mouth rots in your molars

My Love lies enclosed a skin touch embrace
Never near enough to satisfy the taste
Of the hunger howls, growing in decibel and need
To be loved, understood, indulged in the feed
Never a word nor remark can near equate
My Love's air and unequivocal grace

His anima rich his beauty cast rare
With the wealth of an empath
And a conscience to care
Though the waves are unsure
Washing over the pores
Of an alien skin, so softly stripped clean
Our distance divides us, gives us a clause
But the kiss of two lips can warrant some more.

Enigma

The resemblance was a shadow

The maker met her match

You must strike it in the wilderness

Where all the fields are black

The torrid dreams are embers

The horrid streams ebb fast

When mystery was enigma

And legend was a fact

Approach me with an iron rod

Leave your finger print

As fickle as identity

The question remains unseen

I was the mighty morning

The dew across the grass

As moist as misty January

As hazy as the past

Confusion now my ally

Darkness is my friend

Down solitary derangement

The spider web emends

Pleasure is a handicap

To greenhorns on the edge

To shaky tightrope walkers

Pleasure is the ledge

Arm me with your sentiment

My patience is in crumbs

My ego is defective

My afternoon is numb

Leave behind some thunder

Don’t eat the fantasy

We took a taste of tilted fate

A flavour bland to me

Hear the shots at sun down

The final curtain call

The knives were in a blanket

The death was in the fall

Alcohol the cooling agent

Take cancerous take kind

Make a stomach sickened

Fail to blur the lines

Paint eccentric fairytale

The colour of your soul

I memorised you from inside

My pokey wormwood hole

The resemblance was a shadow

The maker met her match

You must strike it in the wilderness

Where all the fields are black

The torrid dreams are embers

The horrid streams ebb fast

When mystery was enigma

And legend was a fact

My Immortal Witness

You've gone, my mortal witness

But I find that in your wake you linger in thought

Now the eternal constant,

You no longer exist upon sight

For you have streamed into the ultimate consistency.

Like the Rock of Gilbraltar-

once signifying the end of the known world-

You've instead found indestructibility.

Brahma himself counted such a blessing

And you are finally lifted from the afflictions of the human condition.

Whether life abides beyond the great divide

Cannot equate to the souls you have adjoined in life And what better

medium- what better communicator!

Exceeds the universal affiliation.

A worthy advocate to preserve you fresh in thought

At sight, and more so sound will you come flooding in through the

ears and into mind.

Your various keep-sakes will prevail like tiny pieces of your anima

And you'll be forever present each time I raise my bowler to crown.

Goodbye my immortal witness.

May you live on amidst the living

Faces and Bodies

If we’re to deal in appearances
I ought to turn over my skin and prepare for public appeal.
When you ask me why bother to scrutinize the meal
I shall reply "to make sure it pulls no dirty tricks" and you’ll see no reason
To pound each limb hard to tight perfection
Is of course more valuable than beauty in the poem
Because to the figure you can respond
Whilst the concept is obsolete.


A million opportunities made available to submit and subscribe
Joining in on a run, no sight of the start or the ever increasing end.
Demand money for the word do you?
But I’ve never been paid in the first instance
And have only found aesthetic as tender.


When my body is used up
I have nothing left for which you’ll stay-
But then bank on your face in a league of faces
And you’ll bear but a photograph,
More worthless than a barter.


Keep quiet in the corner until your number’s up
Leave your books behind until your five minutes are up
They’ll hold you in contempt,
These representatives holding themselves in authority for everyone to see
I shall hold myself in contempt
For failing at the obvious
A phoney, a fraudster at which stage do I deserve divine right?
I’m just a face and a body-
In a sea of faces and bodies.