it twisted
when i sat idle
hopeing off her horoscope
online, read a few
after that i do a painting
something like she’d do
little flowers smiling fruit
health veg and neon cities

it hard
when i sit back
tip ma cap down
chillin'
then wham
i slip and gotta climb out a pit
overrun with  a thousand clones of her
muddy and they’re all babbling questions
everything she ever said streams lucid
concerned 'help me’s tangle
soft 'love me’s whisper
i turn
and she asks me to leave

it easy
after a spliff
or a bottle of wine
a slice savoury unconsciousness
any bite of smoke

its wrong
that we’re going to forget this

she’s ignoring it hid round the corner
waiting till i'm gone
jumping into a river of ignorance
blaming it on being young

its
stupid
that i even give a ****

That even i care so much

tho yes
it over

but where do we leave it
somewhere we might find it?
charity shop?
the attic?
maybe she’ll give it to a friend
or she’ll paint over it and just know it was there

on her own she might trace where we drew
and shed just half a sigh
skip a heartbeat and roll back to bed
she’ll wish for that last kiss

but once you’ve killed it its dead

the eternal teenager

talks like the black youth
dressed like a spinster
all hail the new void
a new age hipster

guess it’s still that same
talking hip & smoking ****
but they did nothing in vain
it was the new whip
to talk hip and smoke ****

all very cool
your carpeted shoes
and flowers up your nose
but how long until we’re jus’ talkin’ smack n smokin crack?

the eternal teenager
borrowing spent youth
never hearing truth

So what is it now?
What do we call it
When blood finally boils
Juices run clear and hunger eats fear
Yet we pause to stop and ignore
forests brimmed with adventure
Yet to be explored

Wild overgrown and Tangled
constricted tired and thorned
A flower buds in winter
And is lovingly scorned

So what is this?
Post war? Pre season friendlies?
Well shoot,
I felt adored

Know what it is
How it is
Well, how I feel it is:

It's sad
It's tears from the crowd
It's a stand up, shout and cry
"Don't do it!
Let yourself be carried away!
It was love! And it still is!

You Fool!
He'd hold you no matter how cold
He'd love you no matter how old
And He'll leave you, if ever told

And you love him too!
I see it because Ive felt it before,
When there's no eyes but theirs
And no one else on the floor

You fool, you should swim
And get in whilst it's warm “


or is it a tickling cliffhanger ?
A ******* prologue
that book you'll read when you're older
The one to curl you up in the fire
Kissing eyes in the night
To Dim the lights on the liars
A final battle of the fight

Maybe it was just all it is
And those smiles who jump into each other's arms
Time by time, visit after visit
Will slip from ear to ear
To jealously and fear
Bullying hope and squeezing
tears
Drop our heart to a dead beat
drum roll

Then we talk,
Around the subject of nothing
But it's all in the subtext

She said forget,
don't wait
And made my love taste like hate

Wild overgrown and Tangled
constricted tired and thorned
A flower buds in winter
And is lovingly scorned

smell hell
a rocket rips straight up
white
handsom ambiguous evil
a little bag of *****

whatever, it ****** works
this is different from nothing
this i guess is better
this i love to do
this became my debtor

blanks drawing outlines
wine colours them in
mona lisa nice to meet ya
hows a party of sin

god god off
and we art in heaven
abstainity
roll the fiver

just finishing off monday
sarah woke up not groggy
this took practice
time for a coffee
banana granola greek style yogurt
quietly on her phone alone at home
perched on the sofa
a thought strays back to heartbreaks
heaven slips on it’s loafers

on time she quits lipsticks and ties coat
fluffs the hair
smiles
clicks down the stairs
she sounds attractive
tight and a skirt
smart tasteful coat
button’s no broach
appropriate

down the stairs and out the door
outside brain makes it up
all the same mornings
tunnel vision
work

down the street there’s magic
rays of it spot through sodden clouds
searching people
one to one to one, looking for Sarah
both violent and divine

Sarah weaves the street
walking not the fastest
used to like the rasmus
doesn’t think of coffee
maybe what’s for lunch
then the sky oppressed her
vibrating darker than death

shock from eyes of lightning  
for a moment buildings glitch
they lag fade and stutter
people stop and blink
they fear, look up for another
sarah feels a cold
heartbroken and lifeless
the world gets lower
slower
time’s flipped in a crisis
screaming colours from their fleeting faces
seep into her jelly legs
then her skin it turned to water
body a puddle
a gloopy goop of eyes and blubber
some hair on some putty
sun on her frogged eyes
one falls down the gutter
everyone chokes on a splutter

it most seldom expected
the day Sarah randomly melted

master i find dead skin on head
i rub where it lay
i was closer to zen
why

dead skin on head
you rubbed where it lay?
m
mmm
that is why skin on head is dead