Hire me, hire me,
I have four A-levels and an Arts degree.
I have little experience or transferable skills,
but i'll gladly complain for free.

I'm educated. EH-DUE-KATE-ED! I'll scream in my head,
as I make your coffees and your teas.
My intelligence is far to great,
your menial work is just not for me.

I belong to greater things, I believe.
an author, a politician, a diplomat maybe?
or even, only if I'm lucky
this twenty-five a year scheme in marketing!

So please hire me, oh please!
I'm poor, desperate and my love-life is in decline.
The streets are no place for a graduate,
with a face, quite like mine.

I can't really say i'm sorry
and I can't say I ever will
it really isn't because I'm not
but because you avoid me still

But what would I say if I could?
I was so scared and I was so young
I had the perfect soul next to me
my only option was to run

As with most speeches I make
I failed to make much sense
my mouth and brain don't share a link
so I never said what I meant.

so in verse I'll try and send a message,
something i failed to say
you were the one to spend my life with
I had to run away.

My home, dank, dark, and grey
its schools that ebb and sway
its heart where the demons play
my home, dank, dark and grey

My home, sober, soiled, and tired
its tastes dull but acquired
its veins electrically wired
my home, sober, soiled, and tired

My home, the stoic jungle of stone
a concrete empire with no throne
where everyone feels alone
my home, the stoic jungle of stone.

The motion of your body
in the throes of getting through to me
are a dance I'd like to fold up
and put in my pocket.

The hinge at the wrist
and a nonchalant manus
looking to the west waiting
for an answer...

I find wondrous waterfalls
falling from the tips
of every finger
cascading.

There's a world within your grasp
as you transfer your temple between
the infinite bubbles of your surrounding space.

Your eyes saccade softly yet swiftly
as they envision worlds from other dimensions that I can only visit through your woven webs.

I will lay in them and swing
as a hammock in the summertime.

We will weave them together
as our phenomena emerge
into sacred universal patterns.

Our contents will thaw when
the sun starts to stay longer,
they will melt and flow
as our crystal lattice structures
ceaselessly shatter and
recrystallize into geometric flowers.

We are dancing rocks
We are dancing rocks
who have learned
how to love and —
Now we are aflame!

We are licks of carnelian
shifting to a roaring citrine.

Now we are jade flowers floating
to tropical turquoise waterways...

Kyanite kites flying into
deepening oceans of lapis lazuli.

Gold flecks
explode into purple
as our eyes flutter open into
bursts of bright white feathers.

We were such a thrilling sound
founded on such stable ground
our lights so bright and bold
fade to sombre, sober gold