i see your face and I hear your wo… but you’re not like us its a disgu… a cloak that somehow i see through where others fall tripping on your… like weeds between flowers growing
the empty space of a silent ballro… a closed bar with a piano, the lid… defused night comes from shaded li… from fake candles that hover in th… as a bleached dark angel takes you…
you’re the stone in my shoe carrie… the grit in my eye that mars visio… an itch under skin that can’t be e… a wheeze in the chest a forced con… an answer without question or rati…
soon wealth discovered that peace… a journey of intention down two ro… a genius first in the hands of a c… that controls the spin and the spi… can a man be content with the imag…
there’s nothing for you to find in… all it had on show has been seen, there’s nothing for you to learn f… all its pain is sewn into your sea… there’s nothing for you to hope fo…
lurid, it shanks the body of my re… overpowering the apathy it breathe… verve is gone, steps creak heavy, erstwhile lovers hang a foul effig… walls covered with the rage of sil…
costume jewellery is all you aspire to be, worn like a party brooch an icebreaker, maybe, just glass diamonds
caught between two raging storms, the clean shave of a cut throat strain, a sweep of ocean
you were a storm cloud raging though a calm storm, your electrical eyes venting high you could jump and fly, soar and lift to a thermal glide
Like snowflakes nestled on the bac… That get swept up by demons devour… The infectious raindrops trickle s… Into the limestone skulls of edens… And like a spiders web seen when w…
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…
you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…
it seems that my facial hair is ne… too long to be classed as stubble,… its in that grey area where the on… its the sensation on a partners sk… now do I shave and be whistle clea…
And I suppose its a lachrymose re… one where I’m on bended knee apolo… that funeral dirge still smarts my… from when the ground shook, though… And my head ached from your banshe…