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

We walk to the car,
Your arm linked with mine,
We walk to the car,
Your arm linked with mine,
Our steps are synchronised with each other,
The wet tarmac shines

I can’t read your mind,
But I can study your eyes,
I can’t read your mind,
But I can study your eyes,
I think there’s something more here,
Than what your words comprise

I’ve always wondered where my soul was,
Thought it was in my head,
I’ve always wondered where my soul was,
Thought it was in my head,
But I know it’s above my heart now,
I feel it flutter as we tread

I wish you shared your feelings,
Laid them out more regularly,
I wish you shared your feelings,
Laid them out more regularly,
But then few things are more exciting,
Than unsolved mysteries

There’s a muttering drizzle,
From the silent sky,
There’s a muttering drizzle,
From the silent sky,
My feathers may be wet,
But I can’t help but fly

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

We’ve walked the island late at night
Around diffuse liquids of light
My soul it’s been buzzing a tune

From bar to bar we went and laughed
Our words they followed the downdraft
Kicked out into the shadow of the moon


The pebbles crunched beneath our feet
Our words accompanied the bleats
I leapt to show the power in my legs

The wind it shivered through my teeth
The sun it scattered on the heath
Playful touches separated by our threads


Sat on a rock by Stanage Edge
Rustic colours to the distance stretch
Something inside me sparks, almost ignites

I kicked the lettuce to the crack
We held hands and turned back
Your eyes like glowing bracken in twilight


The lime green and the muted browns
Spark thoughts and visions and raised brows
You shuffle up and rest upon my dreams

You ask me as if it is tradition
What would I do with my three wishes
I’d throw up time and tear it at the seams


The first night that you came and stayed
I remember every word you said
The whispers joyfully bounced around my brain

We woke up in the morning light
Our eyes they met my mood was bright
You put on your coat and kissed me in the rain

You danced on the parquet floor,
In my head after dinner,
In reality you just sat,
And talked until the slowing of the spinner

You were close enough for me to feel,
Your aura bouncing between our skin,
But not close enough to feel,
The feelings contained therein

The stars, have their shine,
Overshadowed by the streetlights,
The lorries and forklift trucks,
Have stopped their engines in the twilight,

The reverse signal blares into the morning,
It's going the reverse of time and this is our forewarning,
And I think about how last night,
Didn’t end how I imagined when I read the invite,

Because sure I had a good time,
But it all ended so abruptly when the bell chimed

And I’ve tied, up my shoes,
And I’m walking to the bus stop
Another day of work,
And my life is still a junk shop

And I sit here writing words,
In between calls about trees,
As the answer to my questions,
Floats somewhere outside in the breeze

There's something beautiful,
About the tawny dust marks,
On my black denim shorts.

I feel like I've lived,
I feel like a friend of the Earth,
A searcher of truth,
A spreader of joy,
An adventurer,
A lost soul,
An open book,
An ending yet to be written,
The sparkle of a million possibilities,
Exploding across the night sky.

I'm on the decks,
They float up off the sand,
Past the chuckling palms,
Over the buildings pointing like fingers,
Into the contemplating clouds,
And into the black,
Then they throw me back,
"Figure it out" they shout,
As I catch up to the the tears,
Falling like raindrops through the sky,
Those I'd shed,
As I rose.