Sunday, December 31, 2023

Lighter Karma

Can i grab you by your 
Solar plexus
I want to whisper to the deepest you
Where you dont tread

Fear is holding you
Telling you not to ask the cheap veneer
What is behind the door
Fear of nothing you cant answer

Youve lost your light
Handed out at dirty bars
On cheap cigarettes
Youve lost your light
But curl your fingers in
Find the lighter karma

I want to dive in
Seep around your solar plexus
Slink the rib ladder and
Beat into your heart

Find where its broken and sew up the cracks
Sew it can seam less painful
See how you decorate the walls and
Straighten the paintings

Rope Drawn Mess

Every time it happens

Every. Time.
Pinched skin back behind my ears
And crack my chest

Rope drawn mess
Following my undercarriage
Hoping to pull me inside
Out again.
And creeping bones
Like my smile
Subside after a turn
When the universe is solid

But now it is all
Squirrelling guts and
Drunken moons
Pouring another snifter of swoon

Delightful haze that blinds me
Delightful as it my be
I would rather you leave me full than
Jangle my bones in the dirt again.

The Reality

Peer through

Youd never know that behind the paintings
Hangs the reality

Pouring out through
Swirling paint drips
Trying to lick the spit through the window
So you can smell it
Taste it
Recognise the same horse behind the mirror

And shaping like a moon
You settle into the warm golden glow of the night
Arked into its smile

Looks across the yard to see
The spewing mess that overtalks
Grooming your view

Assured behind duck bills the
Guts and whinneys of 
The self despaired 

The eight burns
And you are too busy
To notice

Full with nothing
Empty overflowing
Forgot to dig your toes well into the dirt

Such a hindrance.
Your bones are showing
But your soul is kept behind the shards.

Solar

From the center

I run out from the inside
Following the grey loop
To where he sits me

Bundled string 
Knotted over lifetimes
Needing to untangle before the end
Can be found 
Tuning in
Unravel the rabble
The white noise
Slowly turns to station

In the 8's
Settled in on an
Orange cloak
Adorned in hard work
And one does not see the point
Of wasting moments

So flicks them unphased
Again the maze winds
Speeding in yellow blues to
The open space, pink and green
Through rain soaked eyes

I see you.

And lifted back to 
Steal a little taster
Twice but not as close
To drive away

Then sweet sweet lies
Down
More words escape with nothing
And washed inside by the season
The mirror is the same tone
Too far away.

Torrential it pours but inside the sunshine is solar.

Dead Roses in Water

 Curled in like petals

Kind of dreamy just unseemly
Clued in like thorns
Hanging off the wire
Ready to be clipped

You want to make it live
So you feed it but 
Youve cut it at the post
Your dead rose in water

Watch as it drains the life out
Watch it fall away like
Cracked finger nails
Gouging at the locked door
Falling desperate to the floor
Once full of life
Now nothing to adore

And no matter how fresh it runs
It cant hold aloft the crystal glass
Like a straw into his delicate hands
Nourishing the beauty
You killed to keep

The face is drawn
Veins sludge like venom
Dry up and crumple
Crack and crush
With the wave of each new second

All your love counts for nothing
When you cut the cord
My beautiful love
A dead rose in water
Does not see the point. 

Dancing in Berlin

 So far from forever

Jutting out of my own neck like crystal
Fingers clawing at the day
And half the world away

Bracelets like braces
Golden handcuffs hold me steady
Watching the gold watch tick closer
I'm the only thing thats ready

To jump out of my skin
Make my life begin -
Half the world stands between
Me and dancing in Berlin 

So sharp the 2020 vision
The wall to a prison built for just me
Fond of it as ive become
Its no longer a necessity 

So tap each foot across the devils bridge
I am all the gruff goats
Knocking at the goblins door 
Before heading to the greener grass

Schön, ich bin here at last

Shut Up

 The sky understands how i feel today

I can bring you so close, but youre so far away
And it kinda burns

The sky understands how i feel today
Its tinged with blue and kinda grey
And i want to reach you
And it kinda burns

Shut up with your pretty eyes
I want to drop everything and pour myself into
A plane! A boat! I’d fucking swim so
Shut up!
Shut up with your pretty eyes! 

The sky is crying i guess it knows how i feel
Like this is a wasted chance and
If its.
 the right. 
time but. its the wrong place Then Just. Relax. 
I’ll be going away!