Fond Farewell

Playing tic-tac-toe on the edge of your patience

Your're running in circles not keeping your station

And I'm by myself

The man at the top will give you a courtmartial

The man below will just roll his eyes like

You're a crazyman with iron balls

But you really don't care at all.

It' the end of the road pal, it's been a nice journey

And it's time now to salvage your past you've been mourning

Like a dying man

Your hopes and your dreams lie dead on the carpet

You're practically screaming "It's never been like that

It's time for you to leave!

I'll see you when I do"

I won't be long

The words always come out wrong.

Climbing up the Walls

You fall alseep by the telephone
And your stoic misperception
Is climbing out through the window
Of your planned misconception

The hall lights flicker down low
Like a man playing base
You must take care not to overthrow
You'll get blood all over the place

You can scream and run
There's no escape
Everywhere you blunder
There's no escape
You're climbing up the walls

I believe in a happy future
Where you are nought but a memory
And I'm not afraid to suture
And cut you away from me

The phone-line's ringing dead
And the voices in your head
Are crying out for redemption

You can scream and run
There's no escape
Are you having fun
There's no escape
You're climbing up the walls

On my Mind

The inside is calling
And I cannot resist
It's telling me everything
The inside is calling
And I'm falling asleep
Behind the wheel
Of my motorvehicle
To which truth will I awake?

I'm coming inside
Palms out, arms up
You have nothing to fear
I just want to know
What its like to be you.

Outside its raining
And I'm never coming back
I've turned from the past
And embraced the future
Blind as a bat

Give the People What they Want

We've all been once
To the tip of the world
Where to go on
Is to go back
Am I goods undeclared?

Your smile brightens
My dull day
And I am enamelled
Against a lonely night
But am I rent in arrears?

Shaken faith and
Doubtful sound
Speak gracefully
And you shall hear
I will always be there.

Hollow Thudding Christmas Pudding

Any other day
Is an opening of possibilities
I'm stranded at the crossroads
A fire-flash in the heavens
And we are made anew
Beneath the dazzling starlight
Or the scratching breathing
Of a pre-dawn jogger
Running from yesterday
Or towards tommorrow

And he will take the workload
Though it will bury him
On his youthful shoulders
Like a mountain
Like a fountain
Flowing up the slope
Again the rain
Cascading down your temples
Annoints you for procession
And the people bow
Like waves on the sea shore
Like a stalwart cedar
You will be worn away.

And the strain overtaking
Like a runnaway train
Holding onto the railing
Lies and malformed truths
Rising up like the plague
To carry you
Where you wish not to go
And he will take the workload
Though it will swallow him whole
On his tired shoulders
Like a volcano
Like the universe
Is starting to implode
And the rain this time
Will arrive to late
Only to find he has met his fate
And won free.

Brittermark

With voice fragile as a china doll
And eyes wide as full moons
She crept onto the gaping stage
To overtake her doom
The rows of teeth stretched before her
Eager for the tender kill
Silent as a sickly lamb
She held her world to stand-still
And the first wavering note
Clove the air from ear to ear
Holding breaths in united pause
That all the earth might hear

"Let the children rise
And kiss the rosy dawn
To dance from hill
To shining sea
Forever more in peace "

Calfs screaming for sweet release
A mirage of rainbow and sun
She danced before them
As light and shadow joined as one
Tender as the night-stars
Blinking in morning light
They witnessed all a miracle
The dying dove took flight
And left them glued breathless
To confining leather seats
Staring blankly from their cages
To where joy and sorrow meet.

"Let the children rise
And kiss the rosy dawn
To dance from hill
To shining sea
Forever more in peace "

Holy Haiku

God shines from pulpit
Abraiding black yesterday
Forging me anew.



"Bow down to our gods!"
There is one God alone, He
Saves me from shipwreck.



Trusting in God, I
Tread my feet through dark places
I am not afraid.



Gas wheezes, flames, glows
Cleansing away outer chill
But inside untouched.



In church quietly sit
And attend to chastening words
Or write poetry.

Dinosaurs with Knives

Fake plastic horror
Is stitched together
With frayed cords of plot
Under a blackened moon
That shines until noon
And a man who's actually not
But he scares us to death
He scares us to death
And I'll run away.

He drives like a crazy man
An irrational metal fan
Howling and screaming at us
Can we run any faster?
Cause we know what he's after
And I'd like not to expose my guts
He has a knife
He's got a knife
He's got a knife
And I'll run, away.

It's all through the looking glass
The terror is bound to pass
When the music quiets down
But sometimes it never goes away
And it plays for day after day
Till we're stuck and the sun's gone down
He'll kill us all
I'll run away
He'll kill us all
And what's the point
Anyway?

Tomorrow's Tidings

Citizens beneath street-lamps
Straining to the chords of war
To the roar of destruction
Pacing the rubbled streets
Snatching away sleep
Voice rends the night air
"I will erode you into nothing"

Treason, Eventually.

Courtsign flashing
Bee-boppin' through town
Take us all to the cleaners
Lawyered up and ready
For the noon-time glare
Of camera flash
Until you've lost your way
Or am I lost already
Staring blankly at a wall
Of the common citizen
You left me behind
When we went our seperate ways
I have no plea
But the wire-tap in my head
Yelling out orders at the top
Of metaphorical lungs
Do you ever even tire
Of looking down from on high?
Or are we mere mortals
Slowly succumbing
Under a killer sky?

Bees Knees

When the lulling ocean
Drapes sunlight silk
And red-hued sand
Sifts slowly through
The pulling fingers of tide
Greedily snatching
Further up the dry land

Gulls swoop lazy
Like sardines in a can
Diving to the trash-clogged
Rusted bin, squacking
Like excited toddlers
Only to be shooed
By panting joggers
Collapsing for a rest
In the sucking morning air

The Difference Between Drinking and Getting Drunk

When you say no tomorrow
The headlights coming on
You're screaming round in circles
And comaed on the lawn
Alone but for a headache
That hangs around all day
Afraid they're gonna lock you up
And throw away the key

The stars they look so peaceful
Despite their bleeding lights
You say, sprawled on the pavement
Throughout the fogfilled night
To wake up in a golfcourse
With an empty cardboard box
Mad, deprived and driven
To fit the keys into the lock

Its no better to remember
Than tomorrows angry glare
Beaming down from cursed heavans
Couldn't reality dissappear
For just one cool, dark second
Instead of tearing through your skull
With furious determination
In your tiny pinpoint hell

Are you screaming at the universe?
Are you feeling better now?
Do you want to dissappear completely
And never again be found?
The answers come up short
When you're looking through the drink
Until you know the difference between
Drinking and getting drunk.

The Difference Between Drinking and Getting Drunk

The sidewalks ring hollow
Beneath heavy-booted feet
Like singing to the sunset
While stumbling through the streets
Time flies like eagles
On golden-feathered wings
Away like breeze

You dance through the people
They swear at your back
Youre pushing and shoving
Do you even know it yet?
Or is the moon only rising at night
In complete duplicate
Haloing your vision

Laughter turns the circle
To flying fits of rage
Against the machine
Against yourself
A mental bubonic plague
But I wouldn't worry 'bout it
It's all gone by morning

Life in Pieces

You throw your childish tantrums
Beaming anger in your wake
You set about to prove me wrong
Only to prove me right again.

Screaming at the universal
Emptiness, like you inside
Are there stars twinkling in your soul?
Are you more than meets the eye?

Here I know that I lost you
Plotting courses to galaxies
To paintbrush-strokes of strobing light
As alone as one person can be

I could let you go so gently
On the rippled surf of time
To drift away slow and sullen
Because you were never really mine

Did it occur you'd miss the mark
Could you be sure you were shooting for
Anything more substantial than phantasms
Conjured up from the bedroom floor?

As you hang there half awake half asleep
One step from the thundering cliffs
I distance myself from your self-destructions
Watching your life cut adrift

Let the leaping waters cover me
I can look you in the eye
I am noone's final sunset
I am noone's last goodbye.

Ranged Rover

Pull me down
And the wool over my eyes
Will sing of sweeter mercies
That have been undone
As we float apart
In the raging river
Tell me if I ever
Was someone
At all

Fly me a kite
Over the ocean
Handed down softly
From father to son
Like a bagpipe dream
Drifting down on the breeze
Surely the clouds only
Hide the sun

The Ballad of Dwight Fry

He simply sat there sat there
By himself, alone
But for the frantic screaming
Of his scratched cell phone
As time dripped slowly
And wettly from the roof
Of the overhang overhead
And onto his polished boot
He shuddered slightly
With each indrawn breath
As if trying madly
To triumph but the rest
Had drawn him to his knees.
Till finally the screaming
He answered.

You malign me completely
Mister, won't you reconcider?
My fortune's on the stake,
And it's time to make or brake.

Into the barren sunlight
Like a shoestore that's been robbed
Glass crunching beneath is shoes
Striking him as odd
The curvature of breeze
As it whickered through the trees
Undying hunter that
Would drag him to his knees
Again, and delving deeply
Where his personality hides
Afraid of the light that says
The future is coming on
Fatally.

Sitting on a parkbench
A smile rides his lips
Curled into a snarl
That launched a thousand ships
Towards the equator
Around and around
"Are you lost?", cried the curator
As he parrused through his grounds
Eyeing him thoughtfully
"Or mearly waiting to be found"
"Sir", he mumbled gruffly
"Can there be tomorrow
For one such as I?"
Staring intently at the anthill
Swarming at his feet
"Sirrah, it is clear to me,
That you'll simply have to wait and see."

Cerebrity of Thought

You cut me so deep
Like third degree burns
I don't even bleed
You have cauterised me
Skinned like a cat
Hung out to dry
But you'll be home soon
A tsunami, a typhoon
And I am washed ashore
On a deserted isle

Sunset days and guile
Hovering like fire-flies
Taunting the darkness
Time's up I guess
And tomorrow's over
Already down the drain
Gurgling softly
Into the murky past