(2015)
Dutch tears (or Prince Rupert's drops) are an interesting curiosity. Quenched drops of molten glass, they can be hit with a hammer, but snap the top off them and they explode in shards of glass due to the release of forces locked inside.
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We dream of nothing sleepwalk to the end speak to no-one only pretend In front of my eyes is a picture
The sporadic line of mallard men, jostling through the cabin, bills rattling first class vocals. Ducks in a row, Almost clones,
It was a changing time the moon was high in your hair I didn’t know you then didn’t know the things you’d becom… and then we took our chance
There, in glistening half-light a spider feels the dawn languid flies forget they’re born life loses a fight A newly unfurled a petal
There was a dandy from Whittling who ate 3,000 peas in one sitting He finished and said “oh Dear” what a terrible idea and forever and a day he’s been si…
The first gasp of potent air taken in, shocks and awes innocence.
This women is the ocean, this women is the sea this women whose wobbles mean so much to me We could sail away forever
Oh the grand of Duke of York, he had ten thousand men, he sent them out to fight on a hil… while he sat back drinking gin. And when they were happy they were…
Dress them in factory grey and shi… add a splash of colour to stop the… Introduce drip-fed thoughts and th… Teach them to ignore their mind an… Stay inside when it rains, cos it’…
Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause
30,000ft life support this thin walled impro-bubble Moulded curves sealed in air, buckled to chair
To the ends of the Earth where the lava hits the air raw-earthly habitats To light the night
For one endless song they dance. Shoes, clothes, kicked off to the night
Time is up time to senesce green usefulness sucked out left to hang our unburdened colour shines
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,