Life is razor thin
but death's no place to begin
so
let's start when the heart
starts to beat

you might cut yourself shaving
but I know
that you're saving the bleeding
for me

an edge on the edge and
I'm begging to fall
toppling into the abyss
and it swallows me
all
of me until
I become history or
even thinner
and
only death is the winner.


I sign on the dotted line
and let time
decide.

No new year cheer in here
just reminders of old turkey bones
and cold stale tins of beer

where stood a few days past
a riot of celebrations
which we knew
would never last
stand I
because I couldn't get a seat.

Oh yes
the underground's a flamin' treat.

There's no favouritism here
it's as I stated
bones and beer

a bit like me.

On this second day if I
had my way
I'd make it the twenty
fifth of May
but I don't have my way
and so It'll stay
the second day
and ****** cold.

Snowdrops drop a melody
and
she nods at me
quite casually,
I see
romance in her eyes.

the snow flys faster,
of the tango
it's the master,
but has
always been a mistress
of my movements through
this time.

I wonder and
sometimes I don't
and sometime you'll
love me
but
most times you
won't

I'll die anyway.

Where are you going to put the tears when
you're full of them and have been for years,
where are you going to put the tears then?

People I know who never let feelings show
and people I don't who do,
people who smile while they're breaking their hearts
which one of those people are you?

Dreams that make your body pop, force the show to stop, let your jaw drop and breathe them in,

my dreams are kept in a biscuit tin
and hidden in the wardrobe.

File that under miscellaneous or under the skin, subcutaneous, any information unsought, bought, is probably extraneous and that's enough of us,

It's bedtime in the suburbs, the adverts have taken the lead, the dog's flopped into his basket after having a ****** good feed,

About now I'll jump ship, skip the light fantastic,
I could dream of her knicker elastic, but they don't make that anymore
(actually they might do but what would I know?)

Friday is on the horizon
but it'll never come for those who believe that
the earth is flat.
or maybe it'll just fall into them.

Remember this when
you kiss me goodbye,
we gave it a try

until death or
'til we die,
is that what we said?

We will be fine,
dine on the memory
of what wasn't to be
remember me
for I won't forget you.

Oh jeez
she's
got a bolt in her ear
ah
it's not a bolt just
a silver
ear piece
but it looked like
a bolt
at first glance

an introduction to romance

I love your bolt,

chat up lines
fail many times
until you find
the right
combination
of words.

There have been too many days like this
days when I have starved for your kiss
days full of bliss
days that I miss
when there have been
too many days like this.

To the overkill then
to **** me
and it will
but
not before too many
more
days like this.

Home at midnight
lights out at one
today wasn't too bad
but I'm glad that it's gone.

I'm in that interstate of
neither being asleep
or of being awake and
It's a crowded place

Feeling jaded and heading towards
the dreams which I believe are
my just rewards.

If
when I open my eyes
the day lies before me,
looks on me favourably
I'll finish work at three
and be home for my tea
which
in an ideal world
is how it should be.