I lost the moon behind a doubt I missed her guiding light to pull me out to sea then set me adrift to shore at night lighthouse keeper old street sweeper illuminates leaves as they silently fall mistook a streetlamp for my lunar sister howled skywards just the same as neon breathed in technicolour waves stop, go, stop in out in out… Read the rest

When we sat talking through too much wine we picked the bones of your second marriage desert-bleached and fleshless for over seven years itching dry “that was last century’ you cry in your defensiveness little chinks reveal themselves – tender solar plexus, just under the shoulder blades all knots are untiable so it is said thoughtless repetition keep lips moving so there’s no chance for reply the rate we’re going there’ll be another fresh carcass for the crows to clean soon enough April 8th 2007  Sleep Sleep is a very quiet guest does not insist on conversation nor demand attention prefers instead to wait its turn patiently as all the other gatecrashers act out their dramas and dysfunctions centre stage pushed aside and jostled by addictions, hysterics, illusitory worries and random late night callers masquerading as friends I want to hold you tighter instead of always walking away getting up and leaving you unsatisfied not even twitches and spasms hallucinations of snakes in the bedclothes nor fitfull calls draw complaint from you… Read the rest

Easter Sunday done-a-runner day everyone’s away just us and the ducks walking autumn through the domain Friends of Jesus try to keep us from straying into harm in this paradise to hold us safe Forgive me father For I do not believe in sin… Read the rest

I crawled through the structure of your songs especially the knees looking for the reinforcements that hid insecurities They held my weight like a jungle gym holds a thousand little girls spinning and screaming throwing up as the dizziness unfurls In the lap of my deepest, wettest dreams were the dresses you’d made me without the seems, zips or fasteners and the intuition that lay below all the drugs and alcohol like sentries keeping guard beneath the scaffolds buttressed tight you held me… Read the rest

It’s the end of the world as we know it It’s the end of the world as we know it It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel sick battery hen scratching at the dust producing as many eggs as required to keep the system thrusting forward campaigning door to door to prophecy these icebergs and windstorms 18 years ago no comfort in knowing I spoke the truth Finnish deepsea fishermen paid by commission resorting to the furthest corners of the planet happy to be away from their young families for the glory of conquest in 6month Antarctic stretches slim pickings and desperate measures to sustain our habits these days… Read the rest