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.