Crimes

Fortunate souls hold their frozen ice pops tight

The feeble few dribbled and drooled just at the merest thought

We watched them from a safe distance

To tired to rotate, spin or spiral henceforth

The gutter held us and we slept for a thousand suns

Crampons strapped and stony path sound

We climbed, we just kept climbing

 

He's Wrong

Cranes crushed under the weight of expectations

Museum models brash and bold

A thousand colours, a million folds

Tip Toe through the cells at night, tickle them one by ten

Pound, pound, pound the freezer door, the light is out

Monkey gripped

Grey Prayers

Hems stitched, itching grooves

Mitres made, gravestone hard

Dampened dew, juniper frosting

One small lantern still burns with a fading hope

Scottish two step

There's Things That I Regret

Keep chasing I've been to the end and back.

Brain Fodder

Tangled webs, frozen hands, white eyes, black heart

Touch my prism, the nucal fold, tear along my dotted line

Uneven edges blurred by time, burn them, melt them smooth

Umbilical pull entwines us both, show me hope

Broken Exports

Re-enact the timeless treasures, silent movie sounds

Flicker books and matchstick socialism

Red eye tired, divisible bayonet thrusts

Furrowed brow and fallowed fawns

Pointless faces, formless expressions, pulled reigns

Now Just Hold On There One God Darn Minute

Angry preachers demand their pay, slamming lost in a mystery

Half tonne Tessy just misbehaved, I'm god damn sick of her mission bars

Grief stricken climate control, pouring forth tears of perspiration

Violet visions of tribal fury, court jester Jupiter lounge in sound

3-2

Gonner

Brown Rags

Dragged through the dirty filth of yesterday dreams

Musical moments, earpiece monologue 

Moth movements, burnt wings, dusty layers

Fondness, gentle caress, final release, under a heavy foot

Bounce me five times then tilt me into the hoop

Let me drop, pound my frown, smarten me up

Diving deep, bends steady, Nitrogen fix