As blue turns to a blending of colours,
I grow hungry to hold her again,
and in the security of midnight blue,
I treasure the moment I am able to summon her presence

Caressing her beauty I mould her,
adding extra fingers, arms, curves,
unbelievability turned magic,
enchanted I lose myself, unconscious.

She gives me unicorn kisses,
and twinkles like the eyes of god,
loving me, she loves me,
she loved and I love and love is everywhere now.

but from the blending of scarlets, violets, roses,
back to bold, burdensome, blamed blue,
she slipped through my shivering solitary fingers,
escaped from under my sheets and is forgotten in the cold.

Her body not ever to be realised,
still I bring her out each night to bring warmth,
to be held in the delicate moments of dusk.

Anyone know how to get this buzz out of my head?
to hear it scratch at my eyelids,
ensures a not-so-blissful night's slumber.
Like begging for the tide to stop turning,
I try and bathe, rest,
in confession I implode a wet ball of wool
which wets my bed, bashfully.

*Everything would be better if everything were,
just for a moment,
still.

The dark standing on my shoulders and chest,
the walls whisper
as they creep closer
as I move forward to get away
as they creep closer
as they
in, in, in

the path swivels, I am blind
I crawl on my knees for the comfort of solid ground
and when I feel the end I scream
there are hornets in my hair .

I do wish I remember,
the way you walked,
though I only must look at the eldest,
and I see you,

I wish it was me to bare the pain,
a lost father never to be seen again,
give my life purpose and show me how,
is my life the silver lining or the dark cloud?

- for Neil Wallis, with love

Black boots on hard grey,
as you walk towards me,
and I think will it be,
the same when we're forty,

I'll sit opposite you,
table's always turning,
as you complain of your skin itching,
for fresh air I'm yearning,

your tooth aches,
the floor is cold,
working all day
thats the line we're sold,
broke up with him,
because he was too sad,
really I know you don't care
but you say you feel bad,

the world is spinning!
my eyes closed and glass cupped
flat lined you'd see the problem,
is really that you talk way too much.