stay put, flippant cloud,
swaddle baby sun just born,
see, how he peeps down!

She came to me
In a morphine haze,
All mousy hair
And summer dress,
The fresh smell of air,
Her smile radiating out,
Magnetic eyes
Drawing me in.
No sinister love
Around here to be found.
I float three feet off the ground,
Hospital mattress
My monkey cloud
On which I drift.

And I drift
Into gentle vision,
Into peaceful sound.
She touches heart,
Warm hands
On ice cold block,
And she thaws me
Through this state
Of unknown fortune,
Tempts me back
Into the land of the living
Whilst leaving me,
With no uncertainty,
That when I awake
She will be gone.
She denies me the choice
Of staying here with her,
Semi-comatose
But happy, at last

Now, I have no
Recollection of her face
Though I know
She was beautiful,
I have no sense
Of her touch
Though I know
It kept me alive.
I am left with
A deep sense of love,
And that, at times,
Is enough

Copyright Marc Hawkins 2017

You cant sleep
Without steam in your lungs
Steam filling up your lungs
Mozart diving in your ears

Tears, In our ears
Can fix up the tears in our eyes
Blood dripping everywhere
Exciting, tickling your fears

You cant sleep
Without steam in your lungs
Filling up the sun
That shines through your fears

Now clearly as they say
If you didn’t enjoy it
That’ll be the spirit
But, if I spit on Uranus

It’ll be easy, lovely and shameless
If I didn’t, Uranus will mimic the sun
If it isn’t tight I’ll be grateful because I’m thankful just like that
I’m satisfied with simplicity and struggle

Never greedy
I’ll take care of you
It’ll be sensual, yet destructive
I’m like a snake, but peaceful

Build up this image, of your own jail
Build up the image, inhale exhale
Inhale exhale, try not to *****
Exhale longer, now you shall fail

Now will you be able to scream?
Will you be able to get rid of that steam?
Building over your chest
Illusion, crawling down your spine

Drowning in your own illusion
Hallucination seems peaceful now
Except for the cloud you’re lost in
And that sweet sour little pill

A pill to ****, to keep you sane
Your default madness
You swallow one
Two..three..eight

You slip now from that cloud
That ***** little thing that feels like everything
Filled up with everything you hate
Yet, it represents everything you’ve created

You slip from the arms of the only thing you’ve created
That ***** little monster you’ve been with for so long
To fall..six feet under
Beneath that cloud anticipating the thunder

Of relief, and whats after
Remember, you only wanted to be six feet under
To escape that cloud, to shut down the whispers
Only caused by that ***** pill, solved with that ***** pill

Taking you on a journey
A journey created by God
Six feet under
Sun shining through your coffin

Dear God, good God
Bless my coffin
As I got confused with the system, better now?
Let’s keep going you’re about to die

****! I keep on slipping
You’re about to experience a special journey
With the same cloud now, not lost in it
With that same cloud now, raining over you

Pulling you closer with every single drip
You should’ve stopped at one
But you wished for a flood
Becareful what you wish for

As your wishes might not just come true
Your wishes might rain over you

Singing up on the fly,
the sea touches the cloud.
Dancing on the ground,
it won't slip off the floor,
it won’t drop a drop!
Curiously algorithmic,
runs on the go,
leaps or dips, but never
is a gone goose!
Ah, holy smoke,
what did you drop?