My heart has been struck with the venom of your twisted love
All of the memories
All of the security
Our planned future, shattered
I was lost in your dance with the devil
Round and round I swayed until my knees fell weak
And as I descended to the ground, a revelation appeared
Your face was flowing with tears and regret
The fiery lust in your eyes, doused with reality
As the one true soul who cherished you
Disintegrated into your world of lost dreams

its futile to sing you the song I think you want
wisdom is to sing my song
and let it be heard where it will

You called me up.
I was expecting to hear
from you again.
I put down the remote,
seized the car keys
and drove.
I was beginning to think
I was the only number
in your phone,
winding my rickety vehicle along
neon-drenched streets.
What was it going to be this time?
I’d seen the words
drooled on your hands,
the frowning duvet
ten times or more before.
You’d bathe with your clothes on,
leave fingerprints on hotel windows.
I went along with it all.
Yes, of course I did,
our silver thumb stamps
wedded in a hundred rooms.
When I arrived
you told me about knee-high socks,
vowels slinking out your mouth
like each one was made of wine.
3am.
I touched your nose-ring,
you tugged at my shirt.
Yes. Yes.
I drove you home.

My golden girlfriend
A lioness in the sunlight
She brings me
While melting kisses still shine on my lips
Elegant waterfall hair
Blonde as a daydream dreaming yellow mares
Liking her a sunflower crown becomes new religion
She introduced the sun to me
In the flamboyant light of her style and being
Myself, already a worshipper
As I’m sure she’s princess of the wild tribes
Now they’re passions for the sunlight shades
Slow spinning with blonde desire towards the
casual dance of new attraction
Sagittarius and Leo running together ignite
the day with spontaneous heat
Spark of tender amber in the eyes
Turns to burning embraces

A statue of a man
gazing down upon his empty hands
is all that's left of me.

The air is charged and ominous,
A stench is settling on us,
Like ashes on our skin.
How did this begin?

Bones held in hands
Took foreign lands;
Fires on sticks
Extinquished the magic
That once held us in awe.

Then the sky's truly lit,
They've fired bigger sticks
From beneath the waves,
Into the air,
Or silos hidden
Below the stars,
With candles brighter than before,
That darken skies,
Turn day to night,
And colour our skin
With ashes.