The point of inflection
The knife edge
For or against

The young genius was right
Sort this
And you'll be good

That's where I am

For so long I wanted to be a kind of saviour
But I'm the one who needs saving
And I'm the only one to do it

That monstrous sound outside
I thought it was a psychopath
Imitating a metal crow
But it was a morning handyman

The point of inflection
The knife edge
For or against

The young genius was right
Sort this
And you'll be good

I can't tell another lie
My teeth will fall out

Apologies to anyone who has waited up

But I have to get myself out of this for me

And to all those dreams
I let go


I can't tell another lie

I'm as low as the road
Listening to approaching cars
That don't come
That don't go

Time moves so fast

I can't tell another lie


I'll collect my thoughts
My sounds and ideas
I'll send them out
So that you can hear

I love the buzz

There are so many pictures
I stick to my screen
They cloud my mind with need

I need to get free
To get off on myself

I can't tell another lie

I'm moving slow
Re-charging
In a world moving so fast
Sirens in the distance
The calm sunset over a busy city

Give me the empty box
Then we can start somewhere

I've cordoned off the carpark.
I prowl it like a mad dog.
But when that dog sleeps
You could rub your hand along its teeth.

It's a mad setting.
But it's emotion.

Maybe I should move around a little
Give it a little slack.

But this is my currency.
And I guess I should not be insecure about going broke

Cos no matter where the world goes
It will always be there

Or I'll have to train to fight electronic dogs.

Scatter light
Scatter mind

I've been scattered
Just as dust in the light
Unfocused

Refresh me with your magic

I'm done
I know it

I've joined with the dead roads
And dreamless lights
I'm no-where

We've all been stamped
We've all been made the fool
Destroyed
Half-eaten
But we're here
I'm here

Refresh me with your magic

This empty vase
I guard it with my life
And to be honest
It's all I have

Where are the flowers now?

Refresh me with your magic

I'm no one to talk about stability
I'm a ****** too
But what if I saw just one thing thru?

To leave it be
To respect it

To not quarter each limb

Some kind of veneration

Could I even do that?
Me?

Dear Moon,

Thanks for never failing
to tickle my sense of wonder