(2015)
Impossibly big things are born from the infinitely small. This symmetry exists throughout all levels in the universe, including love and emotions.
Life rolls, in the sway, the ebb and flow of all matter Every pebble treasure is from the… Who cares?! One time
I gotta feeling this is coming to a close the loop around the world has but one way to go too many men
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’…
Oh! It’s late again caught the last train woke up to the fields to walk with my night friends I’ll teach the moon to eclipse
Speak softly in the night for shadows cast in these inverse… frost the flowers in the soul Do not allow phantom predatory circular thought…
I thought for a minute and caught… let’s not over do the process, I felt something new and I like t… It nearly took the moment to leave… Like kites in the sky,
Write your name on the next bomb.… Wish for a child to hit. A hummingbird pipsqueak heart stop… A punch like a holy fist. Hold a used shell to your child’s…
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
Damn and blast and house arrest Before the lungs fail Ring-a-ring-a-roses No playing kids Blind-eye playground test
This women is the ocean, this women is the sea this women whose wobbles mean so much to me We could sail away forever
A raucous laugh on a cigarette gus… A petal falling between the cracks… Playground bottles high as kites, What kids we’ve become. Doing time in the cells of mind,
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,
Those thunderous Gods whipping cauliflower petticoats sk… a shoes-off call to their pregnant… gaining weight against the light Insect flights, crackle rumble,
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
Let the children sleep, so the world is eroded before our eyes alone by the anger, famine, bomb and war… of the bean-counting machines.