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WORDS
If Not Now
At the edge I
reach in and touch
the smoulder of nowhere.
How to enter, walk as lightening?
Sent my flare into the black.
Some threat on – the horizon – like a blank sign.
Day is ultra
steeper turns the
dread arrival of invitation.
I feel the rhythm
harder notes sing.
Words are jewels studding dark.
Feel it cruel – super-real – need the vital.
Some threat on – the horizon – like a blank sign.
Let the fog light
cross the water
illuminate then darken.
Curious this
lonely endless
signalling to no-one.
Some threat on – the horizon – like a blank sign.
In the ice thaw
and the sap flow
forces unknown to them.
Can I enter, walk as lightening?
Show me the moment.
Feel it cruel – super-real – need the vital, need the vital.
Some threat on – the horizon – like a blank sign.
I’ve got to know I’ve got to know I I ooh
I’ve got to know I’ve got to know I I ooh
Ive got to know I’ve got to know I I ooh ‘Ive got to know I’ve got to know I I ooh
intuition
Grief shapes grief shapes
from heart escape.
Fear, fear.
Senses say ‘retaliate’.
Waking from the dream is brave
and you know nothing is saved.
Move my vision,
Intuition – Intuition – Intuition.
And you can kill or be prey.
Future I saw
raw and hostile
trial, trial.
Senseless to retaliate
Is it the ripeness of time?
Is it the glacial light?
Disturbs my vision,
Intuition – Intuition – Intuition.
And you can kill or be prey.
Intuition – Intuition – Intuition
Intuition.
NERVE UP
Criticise, criticise.
Tell me how do you live your life?
Do you stalk it down, risk the sphere?
Waste your time on empty drama?
Drama. Uh uh uh uh.
No. You can’t make a decision on your own
and I’m watching as your ideas delete delete delete.
There’s much more to undergo
and time is growing cold.
I need the tension of a hot ledge high up
its not enough to break my solitude.
I grip my fist along a barb wire fence edge
I need the tension I need the tension up high high.
Hounds flex and sweat at the edges of your mind
Cause you’re following lines abject in a concrete world
And sympathy is running low.
Scared? can you keep your nerve in an ouchy nightmare?
You want to run on to your mama
from one who slavers at the corner.
I would not waste time if I was you.
I need the tension of a hot ledge high up
its not enough to break my solitude.
I grip my fist along a barb wire fence edge
I need the tension I need the tension up high high.
Tension? tension.
Yes, I move to you like a slick of molten lead.
Don’t squirm like that don’t skip, skirt my edge.
You fear what I unveil for you?
I want to get the tension up.
You never really understood.
You never got the nerve up.
Nerve Up.
EARLY THE HASTE COMES
Early the haste comes.
Limb animation.
Got to keep dancing to a primitive tune,
do do do do do do do do do.
A primitive tune.
do do do do do do do do do.
No modern words now
hail the ancient
villain insights
and dead blank rites and eyes.
Carved villains look down from high walls.
What do they want?
Dancing to a primitive tune.
Early the haste comes.
Rib agitation.
Got to see this arena of unending savagery,
so frightening.
Scenes so frightening.
Here’s how they told it to me:
I was not. I was. I am not. There’s nothing there.
Now your tears are falling.
Dancing to a primitive tune.
Early the haste comes.
Early the haste comes.
Early the haste comes.
MARBLE
Fade to white. Fray to bone
Strained too long in the light of a storm.
Wanted volatile.
Brace for the snap in a too-bright room.
Said ‘ a ghost is more solid than that factory reel’.
Xray a life, bleached-out and high.
No exultation of larks singing.
Fade to white, fade to white.
Strained too long
in a storm light.
Fade to white, fade to white.
His sleight of hand
touches the two of us
reversing it back into winter
turned into a black sculpture
so silent now.
No exultation of larks singing.
Fade to white, fade to white.
Strained too long
in a storm light.
Fade to white, fade to white.
Grew in a stone light
hunted through a brittle season.
Imprint of fiction,
moves of a whispered rhythm.
Flute notes rising
over pine woods solid and black.
And the animals know
it ends only once.
IMMATERIAL
And I’m in a waking dream;
Skull adventures on repeat.
Eyes describe ‘all is cement’
I am estranged, walking away
from lustre and words.
Its only emotion.
Immaterial. Its Immaterial.
Played on empty motorway
can the twilight of my face
carve inland to permanent?
I can explain, I can’t pray.
Want limitless breath
Its only a motion.
Immaterial. Its Immaterial.
(immaterial)
(always looking for his eyes)
Sat on steps in the usual gale, it was unbearable.
Pierced by sunlight, child-clothed
I thought I was immortal.
Always looking for his eyes.
Song or soul
its Immaterial.
(its immaterial)
CATTLETEARS
I’m going in
to that store.
And you can’t keep me
out of harm’s way.
Remember the garage-trap I know
I realise in his eyes
I had been kidnapped mentally.
And I see you out there walking on the battlefield.
And with a sour sigh I see it is on account of me.
Don’t condemn me
one hand on hate.
But you couldn’t keep me
out of harm’s way.
Remember the garage-trap I know
I realise in his eyes
I had been kidnapped mentally.
And I see you out there walking on the battlefield.
And with a sour sigh I see it is on account of me.
its a poleaxe noon teabreak and cattletears
its a poleaxe noon teabreak and cattletears
I see you out there walking on the battlefield.
And its a sad sad sad, a sad sad, a sadder day.
HAVE NO PAST
I can’t stop thinking about you.
It wasn’t shock. It wasn’t shock it was
the lack of you reflected in the hues.
Hope to paint out the real things.
They manifest like a ghost and turn away.
Have No Past – Have No Past
I wait long. You come home.
I run you through like a knife.
Have no past – have no past.
It’ll make a ghost out of you.
Now I blaze my eyes like sci-fi
Schiele drew in real time, his lines
hung hard on the whiteout yards of my heart.
Is this a comic strip?
I could be lost, I think I’m lost in delusion.
Have No Past – Have No Past
I wait long. You come home.
I run you through like a knife.
Have no past – have no past.
It’ll make a ghost out of you.
I speak and all is distorted
Run through a passage of ruins.
Through casement eyes I watch for you, call you.
Sat with the knife, in real time.
Hung hard on his lines.
I wait long. You come home.
Have no past. I was dreaming a truth.
And in the sci-fi show I was knifed through the heart.
Manifest, old ghost.
I could be lost, I could be lost.
ARMY
I am an army
an army of one.
Heart is electric light
I switch off. I switch on.
Hey where do you go when you can’t go on?
got an army of one.
Got an army of one, got to get things done
got to get things done.
And I want to know everything.
Army – Army
I walk and is this better?
I run and is this much better?
If I am not moving I
am moving not forward, forward.
Hey where do you go when you can’t go on?
got an army of one.
Got an army of one, got to get things done
got to get things done.
And I want to know everything.
Army – Army
I am an army…..A-R-M-Y am I an army? because this is a fight.
And with no emotion – and an electric heart – and a steel eye
This is a solution.
FEAR NO MORE
Its been so long
since you’ve been gone.
And nothing has grown here, no.
I miss the way
lupins would sway
against the garden wall.
Fear No More
the heat of the sun
nor the furious winter’s rages.
I dream of fields
lonely and sweet
like Montana or Idaho.
Surely I’ll be
reborn tomorrow
in Montana or Idaho, ooh.
Fear No More
the heat of the sun
nor the furious winter’s rages.
EPHEMERA
