28 December 2012

Glass Fingers

This bell keeps ringing in my ears
Echoes crashing through the trees
Breaking already broken branches
Sending me to familiar landscapes

Answers left unquestioned in turn
Pressing questions feel redundant
That rarest of smiles keeps repeating
Detachment is back in style

Just call me glass fingers
When everything fragments
Keeping pockets full to bursting
Shards of everything else

The old and the new united

7 December 2012

Nothing From Something

Skin burning fire waiting to break through
Sickly aches bubbling away washing machine
Brow furrowed adding to the splendour
Bleeding loss stuck pig of the roast

The artless has spoken in turn

No fingers left to hold slipping constants
Unintended dream for clouds and the birds
Pinching the heart when least expected
A mind that won't stop working
Ifs and buts and unending possibility
Slumber always takes advantage

Distraction is king
The king is dead
Long live the king

Fucking the princess to waste away
Nothing can compare
Preacher's can burn

Everything and anywhere

5 December 2012

Bruise Coloured Ink

My face scraped the sky
Blue with depth unseen
Stapling wings to my back
Achieving nothing close
Past glories are out of reach

Forward movement is key
I've gotten old sick and tired
I want to be battered and bruised
While I watch you walk away
Unheard words filling my head

Watching my pocket grow small
Head shrinking at my own hand
Eyes scarred by the artless
Exploration is the answer
I will strive for more

3 December 2012

Drone

The long drive on a road with no form
Lines that curve into intrepid intrigue
Bathed in natural neon glow
Skin an unequalled vessel
Exploration of old territory in good faith
Finding electricity that dances in time
Glow of a clock that no longer needs to be

The route ceases to be as new paths birth
Creation from a desire for the subsequent
No concern for the consequence
The road ends out of choice
Yet there is more journey to come

Discovery achieved with tongues
Lips moving with familiar purpose
Sleep has never been real
Warmth of a dying engine
Explosions in the sky
Movement on the ground