Splitting even
Over splitting even

Association

In saying goodbye
Meet me in the eye
A bubble level gaze
In coming apart
Show us your heart
And tear away

Dreams

Hide in the clouds
With the lights half off
Using your headphones
Sound so tough
When walls hold them back
Snatch a quiet hour
A different tack
With no unwelcome eyes
With no unwelcome surprise
A moment as your sleeping self
Hidden in the clouds

It isn't easy just to let things go
Try to remember not to tell a soul
It isn't changing who you are
Just a revision, a second start

Pull back the curtains of your little mouse hole
Stand in the shower, while the thunder rolls
Dressed like a soldier in a mud deep line
Eyes on the horison hanging from your spine

Into the future the shadows lie
No time to remember or to wonder why
It isn't easy just to watch things die
Just a glimmer of a glimmer of a glimmer
In an empty sky

In the warmth of the concrete cracks
A note was left for a distant generation
Written in the baking crust
But the letters were scrambling ants
Beneath the eyes of our rubber souls
A wave surging, roaring for order
Offhandedly crushed by the crumbling cliff
We kick errant pebbles off the path as we leave
To twink into the shadowy gaps
And blot all words from beneath the heavy sun

Blocking

Sometimes imitation
Comes not from the copy
But because the first
Was all along the right.

Won't wait won't breathe
Won't talk won't eat
Won't do anything
Dead people sleep
In paper boxes

It is a fool
Who finds his meaning
In his failure

Oh that old time.
He rounds us out
Just to keep the rough
In view

Fate

You've tarried long
In the subtle corner
Playing at insults
With us beggar children
Who still hang out for scraps

You peel back dreams
Devour the contents
And sling us the skins
Fate you've been up to no good
Your smile implies the rest

She is full of bullets on the inside

OR

A future shared is a future halved

The Cloak

He found an invisibility cloak
One dull morning
And found out how to do OK
He keeps himself all to himself
Whenever someone walks his way
He pulls out his Cheshire smile
Breathing in the gap of vision
Where he hides his broken mirrors
The shards still draw blood
But no one has to see it clearly
All wrapped up and half apart

He found an invisibility cloak
Once upon a time
And he rewrote his saddest ending
Line by splintered line
It didn't change the way
That memories shattered his mirrors
But he convinced himself
He was doing fine
He was doing fine
Because no one could say otherwise

Down the weeping hallways
And the leaking doorways
Where the lost words hide
Straining at the fullstops
Bursting like silent fruit

It's easy to get lost here
Where thoughts dim and disappear
Conversations on the inside
Where everyone says nothing
And nothing gets said.

The doors are changes
Different mind different clothes
Same way of blinking
Same fingers same nose
It's the inside that counts
Like water dripping in a cave
Hollow.

I'm sorry people. I haven't felt very poety for a while

The apple was round
In a way that said
"I am tasty to the core"
The sky was blue
In a way that whispered
"I am cold and full of empty"
The day was long
In a way that hinted
"I am hiding from the night"
The hands were cold
In a way that reminded
"I am waiting to be held"

Well we signed it with our blood
Please don't let the ink all dry

Slow motion saviours
We don't need your type round here

When you feed the beast it grows
When you feed the beast it shows
When you feed the beast you chose

Until tomorrow girl
To fold oblivion
In your grasp
Just hold on
Until tomorrow
Comes to pass

It's nothing magic
Just spilling poems
Into the dark
Hoping some quiet pool
Will catch the tired spark
And make diamonds dance
Before the ripples
Hold their breath
And silently slip
Beneath the waves
It's nothing magic
Only words on a page
A screen ablaze
To the reflections
That lit your brain
Up so long ago
That even memory is wearied
Slumped in a heap
Of cast off dreams
Nothing magic
Maybe I'm alone
When I hear it sing.

All they ever do
Is paint laces on their jackets
And smile in their teeth
It crumbles on the hard mile
Till skin shows all beneath