Anticipation, expectations,
Inspire this dictation,
I’m hanging by a thread,
It’s tight but it won’t snap,
I should find me some foundations,
Stretch a net across to the station,
Eat a spoonful of ambivalence,
It’ll catch me should I forget my cap

People look at it from all angles,
But decisions, options strangle,
All can see the carpenter’s dead,
But there’s no footprints to and fro,
The longer that he lays there,
The less the sense remains here,
He fell into the fetal position,
And yet retained his chapeau

The affair began by the streetlights,
Like snow she was dressed in all white,
They sauntered through the cobbled streets,
Excusing it as living in the now,
But now it changes to then,
And then fails us time and again,
The stars in this globe won’t hold,
When the clock turns it over like a plough

The sky electric blue behind wisps of ash,
Over the road by the hammock lies the whispering grass,
The traveller lays there imagining Charles Monet,
In the bay to the right above the sprinkled bouquet,
There’s a scatter of conversation by the wicker chairs,
Discarded pasts float on up through the air

In the city at night the road is painted in gradient,
There’s a smattering of lanterns in a crescent they radiate,
A hubbub of excitement hums on the rooftop bar,
To the eyes at the top life below is bizarre,
Lessons thrown around like invisible flares,
Discarded pasts float on up through the air

Trains to new destinations and thumbs up by the road,
From island to island old habits corrode,
Aircrafts pepper the sky restraining adventures for now,
From the temples of Peru to the Cathedral of Bilbao,
When you only know one thing how can you compare?
Discarded pasts float on up through the air

The coffee it helps,
Quench this dull headache,
I’ve had now for numerous days.
Too many late nights,
Ales and tablets,
I’ve burnt up my turn of phrase.

You ruthlessly call me,
And tell me quite firmly,
That this time it really is it.
I press the red button,
Dig my head in the pillow,
As the message it slowly transmits.

In this strange room,
I don’t at all recognise,
All this clutter surrounding the bed.
It makes no more sense,
Than the apathy circling,
In the nest at the front of my head.

I’ll lay here all day,
Until this numb goes away,
And motivation returns to my bones.
The air here is stagnant,
It’s so hard to drift off,
When dragged back by one's slatternly clothes.

Four instant coffees down,
My synapses are hazed,
I cut my way through the hedge,
A shortcut in this maze

I hear a humming in the distance,
Probably the grate of tinnitus,
I don’t have enough enemies,
And too many that I trust

Feel like I’m floating,
On feathers above the ground,
Life doesn’t feel real anymore,
The past has been rewound

The crows are busy squawking,
And I hear nothing but songs,
I swear everywhere I walk,
There’s a clatter of applause

I must have escaped the cave,
And now my surroundings all seem light,
Everything moves out the way,
Nothing puts up a fight,

The trees lining the road wave,
To the souls that they’ve brushed,
I’m just living in the moment,
And struggling to adjust

I can’t remember the last time
I saw a white cloud
Used to lie in the grass and make designs
While their delicate lines I browsed

But now all that’s left are these grey skies
The ashes float like leaves
I’m not sure what they disguise
Perhaps someone’s memories

The gunshots I heard the other day
The only signs of life
I can’t stop thinking of the dichotomy
They likely came as someone died

Wise white trees in the light breeze crack
Like staccato existential cries
The branches they fall to the dried tracks
As if leading me to a surprise

I walk the country I’ve not seen a soul
For thousands of hours now
All I have for company is the sound as I stroll
And these songs that have come to me somehow

The birdsong has long since gone
Now I just wake to the wind
It used to whistle its way through the corn
Now it just howls in sin

I stumble on and look for food
But it’s harder and harder to find
To my death these houses now allude
Abandoned and for everything mined

There’s a metal silo in the distance
It clangs and it creaks
The optimist hears offers of assistance
Though I know the outlook is bleak

I walk around, someone’s already been
Piles of empty tins of beans
I kick them at a figurine,
What the hell do my actions mean?

I walk the country I’ve not seen a soul
For thousands of hours now
All I have for company is the sound as I stroll
And these songs that have come to me somehow

What's your name?
You're a so so-so so-and-so.
For reasons you say you don't know,
you'd always find me feeling so low.
Is it you? Or my love for you?
In the morning, I'm mourning.
Wondering if something
would change.
My sorrow's soaring,
hovering till the end;
my doom.
Won't you you save me
from this gloom?
My heart has no room
for it but you.
Is it you or my love for you?

.-.

i take you on a ride
think about nothing but to make you proud
you look happy when i kiss you on the side
but then you told me that i’m not right

then please tell me what to do
i do no wrong in my point of view
did i chose the wrong path to talk to you
in the end all i do is sipping all your bottle through

enough girl
it feels like right now we’re sober
we pull the string and then it’s over
goodbye my ex-partner

A dead leaf in the wind
Two mountains they’re twins?

Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                                it’s so small?
Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                                   it’s so tall!

So black, so dark, so white such a shark
                              It is eating me
                                     eating me
                                            apart.
So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart
                             It is eating me
                                    eating me
                                            apart.

                        Apartment class,
                                a castle vast.

Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                               it’s so small?
Who could imagine?
Who could imagine,
                                  it’s so tall!

I love what I hate
I hate what I love.

Isn’t it strange,
        isn’t it?
                 isn’t it?
       isn’t it?
                 isn’t it?

So black, so dark, so white such a shark
                              it is eating me
                                     eating me
                                            apart.
So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart
                             it is eating me
                                    eating me
                                            apart.

I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.
                                           lovely,
                                    just lovely,
                                            lovely.
I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.


You cannot describe me,
   except it hurts so good.

                              So good.

Safe and sound, boundless and ageless
Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless.

Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own?

Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound
Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

In consequence, how the story eventually ends
Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges.

Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish.

Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty
As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.

You’ll manage though you’ll cry
You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.