Thursday, 28 January 2010


You fill my blood with circles like rain falling on a lake,

sadly you are spreading from my heart into my head.

A warm flood of the senses, softening each thought,

a warmth that grinds my bones into ash and chalk.

The blood and bone and chalk dust it is forming a cement,

this love is building something, this love and my lament.

As love pours down from above and rises round your feet,

thick red rain which clots the drains, this rain will flood the street.

As you rattle the bars of my ribcage,

trying to escape your fate.

Remember my love is your keeper ,

your escape is in turning to hate.

Tuesday, 19 January 2010


Weaving through crowds of bone and ash
You pour through the crack you drip from the tap
You stretch me thin like drum skin
Leaving me too far stretched to stave attack

In the coloured words and fragrance
Your masquerade on ice
Fragile beauty splinters
like incense smoke in light

You lead me out and push me
Headlong, Forlorn, Uptight.