He's fixing everything
In His overtime
Tomorrow's just around the bend
And we will shine
And we will shine

Freezer Burn

She is paper in clumsy fingers
Cuts shallow and often
I guess you both have that in common
Packed like frozen fish fingers
In a frosty cardboard box
Your royal highnesses
Do your thrones have locks?

You came to save us
From yourself
It would have worked
But you kept getting
In the way

She was something very special
The kind of memories that stick
I guess you both have that in common
Like a knee in delicate places
No one knows what makes you tick
Well I do but I won't say
It's my only decent trick

Bam a Llama

I don't recommend this
Unless you want spit in your eye
Llamas get offended easily.

Call a coffee or a cake
Neither will pick up
They haven't any hands
What would they do with fingers?

Shakes Fist Menacingly

Say no to drugs
We have an hour or two
Before it's time to live
Join the dots
But not with chemicals
If you follow my drift
I don't.

Strangers for now
In the trenches we bow
Over our cigarrettes
I won't soon forget
The movies made it sound
So terribly sad
I'm not.

Even the motorist passes
Shakes fist menacingly
Treat it like a wave
The day is long ahead
You don't want to tire
Your middle finger out
I won't.

Phone booth
Oil spilled
In purposeful
Chaos
A thousand words
Phone booth

Bedroom Decorating

He puts the walls in perspective
Straight up and down
Except for the bits
Where air from the next room
Falls over
The round holes are for hanging
The square holes are for walking through
He puts the walls in perspective
Then covers them up with bits of him

I said to be embarrassed
I guess I never listened
Picking up stones like memories
Putting them in pockets with holes
Let gravity sort them out

I thought of being sad
But the sun came out anyway
Funny like the feel of sound on skin
What does it matter if you won't sit
And enjoy the ride?

Come on

Come on crazy love
Let's go and swing it
My my my
Standing at the threshold
Enjoying the view
As the sun pokes holes
In the clouds

Come on silly girl
You and me make two or three
Sigh sigh sigh
We can harmonise
Embarrass all our parents
And embrace
At all the wrong times

A log jam
But we can
Fly fly fly

Come on crazy love
Let's take the overpass
My my my
Look down on all the people
Squeezed in tiny cars
Like play dough
Under the stars

Log jam
Headlights
Eat the sky

Come on crazy love
Cut away the ropes
Bye bye bye
Leave our feet behind
We won't need to walk
When the sun pokes holes
In the clouds

It's only beside the truth
That lies actually seem to darken

Some things never wash away
Would you go back?

I just wish
I knew
Which way
Is up

Find

I can't find it
I don't know what I've lost

The Item

Cast: Narrator
Peasant Andrew
Terrible 3 headed fire breathing Deacon
King Bill
Knights of the session table



Narrator: A long long time ago, back when the congregation was still young, the land was ruled by a wise and benevolent king named Bill. Bill would often ride out from his castle and warmly greet his loyal subjects.
Bill: Hi
Narrator: One day, while Bill was sitting on his throne, Peasant Andrew came in from the countryside and threw himself down before the king.
Andrew: Oh King Bill! We need your help. A terrible three-headed fire breathing deacon is rampaging through the countryside, taking everything from your loyal subjects!
Narrator: King Bill was deeply moved by the terrible plight of his subjects. So he summoned forth his mighty Knights of the Session table.
Sir Richard the Schmidt
Sir .... (names to be added)
And the aptly named, Sir Not appearing in this skit.
And sent them forth to slay the Deacon.

Bill: Go.

Narrator: So the knights rode forth across the land, and soon enough they came across the terrifying
3 headed deacon burning through the countryside..

Deacons (3 under a sheet with heads stikin out): Burn! Arg! Etc!
One of the knights: Cease your plunderings evil creature!

One of the knights: Cease your plunderings evil creature!
Deacons: Why?
One of the knights: The tithe has turned against you!
Deacons: Run away.
Knights: Yay.
Narrator: THE END.

Suddenly
Nothing has changed

What does it mean
To be living
The wrong life?

Confessions
Retrace your steps
Woodsman, captain
Tell us what's left
It's a miracle
We are still talking.

Second hand flowers
Means nothing to you
But the earth to me
I'll let you know
When I let them go
Let your finger do the walking.

Sometimes you can't have
What you want
And sorries won't make you
Not cry
So what is the point?

At least the weather
Knows how to feel
Not sure what day it is
I guess I'll remember
What I missed tomorrow.

Second Class Citizen

stand in line speak in time
one day your turn will come
you second class citizen
the world is your second hand oyster
it's still got some shine

When the weight
Melts off your shoulders
Fly

The difference between falling out of a tree and falling out of love

1. The things you hit actually slow your fall.
2. There is the ground beneath to stop you.

My heart's got momentum

Whisper as I close my eyes
The sound of two lids
Joining hands
And hugging a solitary tear.

Bullet Proof
I wish I was
So long sometimes the pins
Reconstruct the inner lie
Learn to smile
For a minute there
I had it down pat
But it slipped away

Yay!

My friend got married!

Yay!

I wonder
I guess
I just
Want to find
The other half
Of me.

Find the seed
You buried it
Too early
And now the ground
Has frozen

There is no smile
But that which ends in tears

Every string waits
Strands woven together
To be broken

Brackets

You've changed
But you're still the same
Moved on
To the another place
That's no different
But strange
In so many ways
What's in a name?
When you find magic
You do.

For once in my life
I'd like to be more
Than the thing
Tacked on at the end.

It's that old familiar feeling
The music has stopped
And I'm the last one standing

It's nothing. Just
Another day
Painted over
Yesterday

Smile

I'm trying.

Seal it in
Too much too long
So like everyone
Not crying
Just leaking at the seams

I haven't forgotten
How to smile
I just can't remember
Why

Brittle

The Waves

Close to forgiven
So close to the past
Closed like the door never was
Life has this way
Of threading the needle
So it's buried in a haystack in your soul
A breath of forgiveness
Itself incomplete
Why do words pack up and go every time?
Go run the numbers
It's where the waves meet
The sand only serves to remind

Oh won't you sing me a song
I promise won't be for long
Even the brightest stars
Can't burn forever
It will keep me alive till you're gone

Close to forgiven
So close to the past
Closed like the look in your eyes
It's tough, I remember
To blink, I forget
If I ever didn't feel it inside.

You know you had something
By the look in your face
You feel it when they
Take it away.

When you are stuck in a hole
The future only looks bright
When you are looking up

Full Circle

It doesn't always go this way
But sometimes it has to
When tomorrow settles
In trust and ashes.

I guess even tomorrows come
Sometimes

If you were a pretty butterfly
I do not think that you could fly
All your spikey armour would
Keep your feet on ground for good.

I spell worse than a skunk with a cold.

Rhymes and sounds kinda trippy. Or something.

Peace is hard to find
Pieces of my mind.

Now I know why 'Idiot' begins with an I

Find the space to say hello

I used to like
The colour of sadness
The feel of cold lips
Pressed against the pain
I used to know rain
Like friendship
Or the back of my hand
I used to.

Spoon fed
Puppy lead
Splash the pools
Don't get wet

A Phonecall

Bvvvt Bvvvt

Bursting from the blue
Cellphone marching slowly
On microscopic feet
Wrap it in quick hands

Bvvvt Bvvvt

Feel the fragile heartbeat
"Hello?"
A statement. A question
Drifting back through the ether
Seconds hang thickly
Like melting wax
"It's Peter"
Wax pools into a smile
"Hello"