clemence your stone ideals
see words are metaphors
for chaos of metal ores

acquit bad thoughts
screen printed in reverse onto your t shirt
and sewn deep in the back
of this boudoir manifesto
you so love to show

three’s no magic number
magic’s a metaphor too
for awe
and misunderstanding, idiot

two is triumph
two is love

it blesses you with magic
there’s something real about you
not just a dart of light
across a funk of meat
in that tempered embrace
you’re more than a flicker in cosmic heat

one is monologue
one person talking
pretending they listen
self affirming
ending every story,
the quiet avenger

dreamers be careful
relax a bit
you can only ever hate yourself
don’t eat your own ****

I’ve been eyeing the door all week
retreating to meditations
of peeling new potatoes
growing my hair out in lisbon
working hard at a sink
where no body knows me

in the evenings we could smile in the heat
eat cheap fish
toast homemade port with unfamiliar ladies
lye in harder beds
on softer ground

run

now strip all the streams of her
paint her face from the walls
delete the digital shards
of the omission professed, inept

the moaning tease of love
stops
and now it begins
the hoarding of art
the roaring wells of smoke

designated paintings
gungey pink words
a gun fires deep in the woods
and out limps a lover’s touch

strip all the streams of her
board every wandering tunnel
delete the digital shards
of our shattered growing up

now read this

silly smiles
smelling pink nostrils
love’s longing lips
neither body cares
legs dance & red vintage lamps
hands make an okay
as they spin through the air
brazil, a lovely guitar sings

refined, it began
deliberate
then out slipped i love being with ya
now i’ve somerthing horrid to give ya

yeh hold this a sec
this slimy rat of an excuse
look its alive still
wriggling
wants a word wi u 2

alright then you’ve gotta take this bag
but it’d help if you hid it
na don’t worry
there’s nothin real in it

it's heart
mulled over beating
then it’s name ran at me
i flinch
hocking back spit
arms aim fire
fists, guard our eyes

stay back horrid child
for far knowing
what evil you do
does not stop
the evil in you

the taunting and twisting
on cuts filed under ‘whups'
shall we call them synergies
her smile chews
on my blistering knots

but know in my remembrance
how i’ll remember you
blundering blind in a train station
a dumb bleached blonde
and in everyone’s way

knocking over children
smiling endeared at me

oh but not by me
not  the meaning of me
not the feeling of me
you
****
you only ever loved me in the dark

dim ****** neon
motorised shoulders
a phone on hold to no where
gritty dub
then through flashing smoke
a shape shifter
a beaming gurder of a melody line
a voice

it electric and it hectic
zing zaggy zaggy ding
dsh dsh dsh dsh
everybody’s hot steppin'
plugged into electric
dsh dsh dsh wha
steppin'