I told you and told you
But you wouldn't listen
Fickle fickle hands
Catch me if you can

It's funny
Realising you are an idiot
Doesn't actually change anything

When I was a Child I Thought...

How my memory... You are
Everfresh
Growing up like grass-
Stains each time I fall
Knees and warts and all
Angel eyes, angel sighs
That's one way to keep floating.

How you are, the question why
I never cease from asking
Holds my tongue hostage
The rudder in the storm
That sank me in my mind's eye
Where the calm
Stretches
The waves flat, long enough
To catch a breath
To drop a wall
You are ever-fresh
Warts and all.

Questionmark.

Burn you out my blood
Thick as a summer sunset
Seal me under the concrete
Of a thousand blank pages
Till ink flows in black veins
And you and I are safe

Fighting against himself
The enemy never shows
Just who is winning?

Hole in the road
Don't let the tire catch you
Tired and on the sleepy sea
Steering into the distance

I'm a darkened soldier
These streets are paved in blood
But no one ever held it to the gun
It takes time to see what you've done

Hole in the ground
Everybody gathers round
Only keep the beat with your little drum
Skin-tight, tatooed farewell
Into that hole in the road
We drive on and let you go

It must have been love
That sort of thing
Can't be mistaken
For a lesser set of feelings
It has a special hat
And makes you welcome at parties
And hugs you when you are down
And uses warm, soft knives
To cut you into different pieces.
How can something else dress up as that?

Untyped

I’m tired
I’m tired of my heart giving out
Whenever it gives in
That things being the same
Never makes a difference
Of looking forwards to something
That never happened

I’m tired
I’m tired of levering up my lashes
Just to blink
That every breathing space leaves
No more room to think
When I hike that haunted hill
To watch the hole grow deeper

It leaks everywhere
Stain from the puncture marks
Lurking like punctuation
Tripping the feet of consciousness

You renew me like bleach –
Freshly scrubbed, rubbed raw
Tossed forgotten to a creaking cupboard
Till I grow old, and mould. Told
By every cell I trust, the lie
Tomorrow’s just a sleep away
I’m tired of today.

I’m tired.
I’m tired of the way everything
Slinks around with nothing in its hands
Of trying to cut you out, but
Only cutting me in places I can’t see
That remembering the hanging thief
Had only palmed a petty trinket charm

A heart beaten bloody
Tired of the weight
Of holding oxygen
At brain height.

We
The beasts
That cherished the stone
That broke the world

Run from me.
You who take my cherished memory
And sets it alight
The flames shall burn us both no longer