Helpsichord

(Gill got what she was after
When she flew into the door
Dissasociative reality asking
Are you coming back for more?)

When I was the preacher
And you were the flitting prey
Cusped so tight together
Under the weather

When I was lost to the world
You come and find me
In a tiny backwards garden

Lookalike no more
As we are shown the door
The end is in sight
Good night

Cerebruin

Falling apart in a spilt-second
Ruinous opening up your mind
The flowers spreading sweet doom
Down the salty sea draft
And waking up beneath a crowded tree.

Clock tower blazing out the time
In a blurr to the doctor's at nine
Upstairs down the stairs flying
But you can't outrun fate

School-berg heading this way
Crushing resisance in its icy fist
Disengage personality
And fire up intellectual distance
The chair eats into your back.

Lawn drooping in yellow finery
Crushed beneath booted heel
And discarded beer bottle
Nausea on the salty sea drafts
Waking up beneath a crowded tree.

Tomorrow

When tomorrow shines
With today's sun
And you farm goodbyes
In the teeming rain
And you plough the earth
Of broken promises
You will find me
In your heart.

We are all statues caught in the rain
With bigger fish to fry
We converse about the glitter in our eyes
Is it joy or is it pain?

We are all just dancing shadows
Flitting through the summer grass
You never had the thought to ask
And now you'll never know

Strung out and you never show it
You were hung like a scapegoat

I am talking to your reflection
For some deeper conversation
Without reaching for murder
Or another cup of coffee

Flying from one hole to the next
You were hung out like a scapegoat

Fly away summer child
Where the winter's warmth
Isn't bleeding you dry
Runnels in the sand
And that pain in your eye.

If you are my dream, why should I ever awake?

Abrakedabra (Soul Town Remix)

Wilting at the stem
Film Noir soundtrack
Grinding gently to a close
Hitting town again
Daring life to come in
Hinges swinging
To shed light
On unconcious prose.

Eyes tied solid shut
With the surety of iron
By the spark of memory hidden
Beneath the scrap heap
Today risen again
In new armament,
Alone and unbidden

Footsteps wending slowly
Down footpaths of stone
Downtrodden, unhappy
The husky rasp of the narrator
Blending floor and ceiling
Into concrete futures
Joined as one.

Ancilliaries

Taken aback by her run amok comments,
The bartender stalled his conversation
And served a round of grisly rhetoric.
Her hunted eyes swivelled slowly around the room
On a search for an elusive hiding place
To chase away the hounds.

I am taken way for a happy weekend
Before and behind schedule
Tupping liberty and flying high
The chariots of the present
Global ecconomies and drunken governments
Satiated with their weaned prides
That run rampant through the land.

Begotten

Tomorrow knocks
I'm far away
In a land of cotton wool.
When Friday comes
I'll be lieing there still
Watch me go,
Watch me

I'll put a face
To your
Drunken dreaming
The rat-race
Is silence screaming
Watch me go,
Watch me

I'll fly away
A cesspit
And a better life
Lies in wait
At the tip of the knife
Just watch me go,
Watch me

Golden locks
And silver
Patterned eyes
Tomorrow waits
For our final goodbyes
I don't want to go
But watch me,
Watch me

We'll share a look
In fifty
Or sixty years
Of the time we lay
And chased away our fears
The glass is full
And the night is young
We've a whole life to live
Before tomorrow comes
I don't want to go
But watch me,
Watch me
Dissappear.

Comments revisited

There is no time like the present
To sign your name
On the dotted line
To a statement you
Can barely remember.

Tuesday's come and gone
And the couch has worn
Deeper groves into
Your supinated conscience
Journeyman's scares.

Are we all so adrift?

It Burns It Bites

Im sitting here all glassy eyed
Through cracked windows
And screens of pocketed pain
Waiting for the chemicals
To bleed from my iris
So that I can see again
And get back to work

Old Bold Cold

The old bold cold
With his neck all enfold
With a scarf made of wool
To tuck away his chill
He never does as he's told
The only thing he's ever sold
Is the old bold cold.

Run of the Mill

"Mr. Ordinary, I presume,"
She said with eyes afire,
"Would you stealthily step to my room
To hide from eyes what will transpire
Beneath the netted curtains
That dangle to my bed
And crush the chance
That looks askance
Should paint your reputation red."

She turned and sauntered down the hall
As graceful as a cat
And he was drawn, with boots and all
Though sense did warn to stop at that
To pivot round and walk away
And run for safer cover
Than was with this lover
Most certainly today.

Doing things Wrong (Again)

The daily grind
Infront and behind
The counter
A countenance
Sunken inland.

Above the high seas
As easy as peas
Below expecations
Expecting precautions
Deserted island.

HellBent

Inside, crushed like a bug
In a tin can, life welling up
Between scarred empty fingers
Glance down at the half-empty cup
And catch breath, taut with a twang
Slice through perceptions
To dip conscious thought
Inside, crushed like a bug
In a tin can, tears flowing down
Into lifeless white palms
Carressed by the winds
Sorrows in mortal form
She is sweet and I am empty
But for this tin of voice
White dust flies pale
And time shuffles through
The billowing curtains
Night sky sighing
I am in pain, but she it at peace.

Mona Subsidiesa

Below the south
My learned friend
Jack-o-comb
And banden end
Upperscotch
The forsint friend
To grief the fallen
Unction rend.

Borrow growths
And ballet bends
Beneath hoggery
Unction sloggery
Ne'er do droggery
Fromiset friend!

Merry Christmas
Pass the listless
List more, owness
Perchaser orbit
Jameson Torbet
And cough bliss
(Or tress the lot).

Jocularity

Hilarious
Again tell u
What you want?
Another jump
To a joy
Trancendant
And blended
With jocularity

Skid-stop

Tumble-down ramshackle
Tackle the ball, head over heals
Wounds and weals
Winding through Bernackles
Slide to a skid-stop
Busting past the busstop
Police in agressive tail
Walled in, welling up failed
Turn aside, take a ride
My, my your voice has grown!
Left to the glittering curbside
On your very own

Sundance

Assinine
Like a dream
Come tomorrow
And come the storms
I've a feeling
She's moving on
From me

Celebrate
I cannot wait
When daylight tolls
With dire force
I've got the strength
To last the course
And stay

Long stares
And hidden fears
When she cries
I'll catch her tears
When she slips
I will be there
To catch her

Head strong
It won't be long
Come tomorrow
And come the storms
I've a feeling
She's moving on
From me

In the Mire

The egalitarian hiss
Of the sliding doors
Welcome us inside
To close-packed appartments
Littered with humanity
And its dregs
We wend the jagged stairs
To a room where the stars
Are multihued casino lights
Held up from the ground
By grasping steel hands
In concrete gloves
Far below the hum
Of impatient cars
And their drivers
Calls us to sleep
To dream of bright futures
Hidden behind
Trashheaped corners.

A Journeyman's Life

Life's journey
One foot placed
To guide the path
Of the juxtaposed other
Through dusty sunset
And milky moonglow
The gravelled road
Speaks to my soul
Possessions in hand
Over a work-worn shoulder
And tied with string
No sooner is a day over
Than another begun
In a simulacrum town
Image of the previous one
Each weary day
Is another adventure

Here's one I finished today that was drafted about a month ago.

Religiocity Jane

The windows paint your house
In gentle summer colours
As we idle on our bikes
Another year has come
And gone quietly to the past

The winds blow through your roof
With chilly, prying fingers
You lie curled up on the couch
Hands in control of the remote
Hiding from your trainreck life

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Waking screaming from nightmares
Where the past is catching the present
And you have nowhere
The sheets cling coldly
In the empty night air.

Struggling through a day
Of doing math on the path
Prescribed for you
Who knew a job was so much effort?
Who knew your world has crumbled to its knees?

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Jane, you look so miserable today
Did you not open the curtains
To see a new sun rising?

Cleanup Your Act

Boy you are sitting on the fence again
Your body's wasted in anguish
Why don't you make your way home?
Boy you are crying for help again
Are you afraid you're gonna perish
Beneath the razor wheels of trains?

You've got to find a better place
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town

You are in the news headlines again
And your tired eyes reveal
You aren't coping with the pain
Who knows how long this will remain
The weight that slowly steals
Your strength while you refrain.

You've got to find a better place
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town

You've slipped through the cracks again
We saw you passing by
On a trip down memory lane
Boy, you've lost your way again
Just pull over to the side
And get yourself out of the rain

We want you back home again
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town
We'd be there waiting.




The News in Brief

The news in brief
Coming to your screens
We talk you into knowing
What you think is everything
But your delicate mind
Is confettee in our hands
We shall hurl you to the flames.