The colour of towels
hang in my house
down, like waterfall
from door-corners and window sills.

Some outside
some on wracks
All open mouthed
spread welcome.

I have paintings also. They are static.
The towels move around.
They’re the colours of angels
blessing a clothesline
or bedroom floor.

If I’m wet they dry me
if they’re wet I dry them
It’s a good arrangement.

They smile at me, and often
break into laughter
when I attempt folding
they think it’s a hoot
trying to fold away colour

We all know the sound of a gun
If we haven't heard one,
We've heard one in the movies.

A staplegun
Snapped me back from daydreams
Of Matrix offices and warehouses
Hole-punched a Tarantino image
In my head.

Let's get lost in a world of thought
Then try to think our way back
Reality is just a touch away
But dreaming is something we lack

You take my hand, I'll take yours
We'll dream up a world of our own
Where you and I are buyers and sellers
I'll give you my love on a loan

Let's laugh our way to happiness
Let's bend until we break
Let's fall until we hit the bottom
If only for lovers' sake

Sick, twisted ***** ***,
Building and building to sweet release,
too hot showers scouring skin,
The stench of regret is not so easy to cleanse.

Dreams are for the foolish
A soft touch,
A sweet word,
A tender kiss,
How the day comes fast
dragging back 2 reality.

Then there was him,
The boy who seen right through me,
so softly he kissed me, tears fell from my eyes.

But dreams are for the foolish
Too good to be true,
silly little girl don’t you know you’re a ****
silly little girl you only get ******.

Ms. Love & Mr. Understanding -
They go together like
The mists of love & misunderstandings.

Ms. Love was 15, Ms. Love woke up
Now Ms. Love is 25 with no one to love
Except memories of yesterday, once upon a far away
She met a boy - same old story - now he's gone and now he's all she
Wants – but they both have moved on
Yeah they both have moved on…
Or haven't they?

Dan understanding understated undemanding
Underwhelmed to find his hand in hand in hand with Beatrice Blanding
She's a nice girl in the right world and though she may not be the right girl
She loves him dearly
And he loves her… nearly
But is it nearly enough?

Looking for love behind all the wrong doors
Like you came into the bedroom and forgot what you came for -
Is it something different, is it more of the same?
Was it someone else, or is it me again?

Dan understanding gives Ms. Love a call
He says I've missed too much of your life already I can't miss it all
Oh, what say you wanna play? I'm on a train I'm round your way
I'm up to here with being brave, I want to see what life could have been
Do you know what I mean?
Do you mind if I lean in and…
Kiss you?

Looking for love behind all the wrong doors
Like you came into the bedroom and forgot what you came for
Is it something different, is it more of the same?
Was it someone else, or is it me again?

Ms. Love & Mr. Understanding -
They still go together like
The mists of love & misunderstandings.