...snapshot

a sliver of glass

an open mind

a dripping tap

a waste of time

a silver coin

some scarlet pain

front temporal lobe

the pouring rain

promised love

a mended heart

a life to end

an end to start

the first refrain

a song is sung

the gun is shot

the race is run

a stitch in time

the empty cup

tried to hide

but fucked it up

no end in sight

no light in mind

a borrowed dream

no luck to find

my love is dry

my words are hard

race to no end

back to the start

forever old

forever new

forever bold

forever blue

a crazy smile

wink of an eye

in a little while

we all will die

turn your face

towards the rain

come inside

into the shade

do not tarry

waste not your time

a one way street

a single line

mountain stream

craggy hill

picture frame

window sill

cold heart

broken mind

old men

still life

work hard

work long

last dance

swan song

Junk

Fishing lines of broken lies, tea cups in the sand

Scattered dreams, so surreal it seems, a lifetime written in shorthand

A scrawl of scribbled lines from another time

Borrowed lines from an ancient play are they

Signs of mental decay?

Who put all this junk in my head?

Line of palm and crook flailing of forgotten times

Blasted pipes and sewage lines

Each day is a struggle to know what we are

Our transient follies, our loves, our despairs

Do you ever get the feeling that nobody cares?

Springtime cleaning; attic space for the defunct…

But still my head collects all of this junk.

Laughter, shaming, crying; to care is to show you love

Your brother folds his arms and looks the other way while

Your sister runs for the hills and returns with a babe

And even before you get the chance to talk

You have to wade through all this junk…

Can I ever be free of the junk in my head?

When you're a fool

…waiting…

Alone in the night, by moonlight

Under stars and yellow streetlights

Burning bright

Set the scene… reverse angle, camera

Dark, it’s dark outside, closed eyes

Panic makes me late

Nervous sweaty tears and shrieks

I try not to think!

I clutch my toothbrush tight

It’s all right, too bright

Turn off the glaring light

Bathroom mirror steamy dreamy so slippery

Floored, galore, karaoke bars and more

My smile is wrong I should have left it home

But the hole in my pocket is all I can show

Ah! Tea please, Daisy likes the drains

Takes two aspirin takes two pains

Mm, honey, honey sweet thing, face so fair

I can’t believe that you’re not here…

But my fingers hurt and my scalp itches

And my girlfriend’s friends are a pair of bitches

But that’s all right because I can’t hear them

I can’t hear them at all

And that’s fine

I’ll turn off the light, goodnight

Sleep tight…

Whispers chitter chatter on my nerves

Isn’t she hot stuff? Cut a serve

Fly, dizzy solider, glide, ride and hide

Oh my nervous tic in my left eye.

Hm, laughter sounds so cool

When you’re a fool…

why can't everything be easy?

I want to hear the truth

I want to hear your lies

What I want is to hear

That everything will be all right

You’ve dealt from the pack

And I haven’t looked at my cards

But I will throw all I’m worth

Into the warmth of your arms

Sometimes a gamble is worth it

We might as well try

For I’ve said it’s too late

For regrets when you die

And you’re kicking and screaming

And chasing your dreams

While what we are fighting for

Splits at the seams

And the fruit of your anger

Born of a seed

Adds insult to injury

Cos when you cut me

Don’t I bleed?

My glass is half empty

My glass is half full

And I’m drowning in sorrow

And I’m feeling a fool

Because I said how I’m feeling

I put my thoughts into words

And you’ve denied my emotions

You think it’s absurd

You don’t know what you do want

But you know what you don’t

You think you will know it one day

But I know you won’t

You’re hoping to find

What really hasn’t been lost

You will sell your soul

To finance the cost

Now I’m begging you darling

Please, do not go

At least have the heart inside you

To please tell me no.

And so it begins again...

How could we ever say we will be friends?

Too much water has flowed

And the bridges have been burned

We’re on either side of the river

And the banks have burst

How could you tell me you loved me?

When all I am feeling is hurt...

There’s too much temptation

Going back may be easy

But have the lessons been learned?

And so it begins again...

We had our reasons

To go our own ways

Like the changing seasons

Like night shifts into day

We had our chances

To mend our past ways

But the book was always closed

And remains so to today

How could you tell me you loved me?

And on the same breath...

Say how you despise me...

And yet, I am all that is left?

Time only goes forward

From birth until death

And so it begins again...

Finger painting

I remember crossing a highway once...

and feeling the wind of the cars flicking my shirt...

...warm wind, dry, like the breathing of desert creatures...

Of course in dreams it is always real this disconnection

Burnt orange skies and clouds like mackerel scales

And trees leaning to the sun, their arms like screams

I would like to do finger painting...

That is honest art, feeling that coldness in the lines of my palms

As daubs of blue and green and red shape my fantasy

Formless like the ideas that are imprisoned in my skull

Wanting to come out; wanting freedom

I cannot remember her face anymore...

But can still feel her warm skin

Once I was the palette upon which she sculpted works of nameless beauty

While my dreams were of forever

Hers were of then and now, snatches of the present

A freedom she wanted to fill without ties

The puerile joy of finger painting is innocence, a regression

Sensation, not imagination

Or rehearsed lines to a symbiotic crowd

Spontaneous, a “fuck you” of squalls and arcs

Purely emotive bleeding colours

Oh... what exquisite release...

Waving my arms in the air

We all live with our eyes closed

Pretending we know who we are

I’ve got a surprise for you all

It’s just not that easy trapped inside this jar

Waving my arms in the air and calling out somebody’s name

I think it’s yours, I think it’s yours

But you think I’m insane

Watch the tumbles of the parachute falling from the sky

Buried like an axe hatchet between closing eyes

We scream aloud, fear, fear!  Sssshhhh…

Listen!!!  Can you hear the water trickling down the gutters

Melted snow, drip, drip, dripping?

Tried to run across the ice

Slipped, slipped, slipping…

Waving my arms in the air and calling out somebody’s name

I think it’s yours, I think it’s yours

But you think I’m insane

We all live with our eyes closed

We think that we are sane

We mow our lawns for the twentieth time

And turn over in our graves

I’m happy to take life as it comes

With a wink and a smile

But I’m waving my arms in the air and calling out somebody’s name

Why are you running away?

I only want to talk to you

I only want to talk

I only want to talk to you

But it is hard, so hard, so hard

When you look the other way

Waving my arms in the air…