what we got is really nothing

survive in between the smiles

words going on wars with sounds and somehow

still fighting for shower space tonight

ash left undone

silk you cant describe

or be generous enough to

let some adjectives slip and sorrow

wont flow through uninvited

this may be a track down the road

when everyone you’ve ever known

is just looking away like stale bread and every time you do

its hurt too

living through spaces is wider than speaking up

the vowels are hard to come by well you wouldnt

set those up with no settling ground

anything ive written reserves a right to fuck your equal sign

and misuse metaphors and commas you ve had in mind

rhyme now

or.

is better

so shhh

and’ home is the lowlands

and always will be’

well he knew

what he meant then just like

a sequine thrown in a sky

like false dignity

of battles you faced

foregone and well,

you re still armed

with false alarms

in one universe

but maybe divided by whomever

someone stronger than the sun

when typing gets harder

and closer to the truth

farewells seem quieter

and start to align so well

christ we ve subsidised

those pictures drawn during a coffee break

and a v. day s drawing closer

its always been there, you see

ive come much closer to this

 shit i never wear you ve asked

is it ok

does it bear well

with that solo

and the cry out the window

mouth are choking right

with consonants and vowels and what we stole tonight

that smile right there and a bottle of pellegrino oh wait

ive paid for it

dont cry unless its worth it

and noone s ever gonna be able to word it better than shakespeare

we ve borrowed right from the neighbour’s nest

facing the cards we were dealt

left with

stories whisked onto things 

i cant even type

whatever you do

i take so much longer than you

slow sun rays take breaks

so frequently

and random sighs fit just do so

retire those doubts

sing

unread felt like e hundred years ago

dressed up and stroked up

well no, its not.

sometimes there are

things that come together then fall apart

and moby says so he cant be

wrong

i felt it on the radio

with red wine i poured from the

second veneer

it danced on the ceiling i didnt mean to cross

you knew me then and i was

less 

of this

than i am now

at an am hour.

shit, your neighbours

opened

they may listen to that song

you were trying to

blow right into my mouth

a thought flew right past

and lost itself in a sack

you’d know if you were a straight girl

what that meant

hollistic smiles and feeling like

there were some chances and streets you wanna turn to

twist that collar pop

that sarcasm right through

i knew i believe you i believe that i knew

its got to the point

im just vomitting words

i really am

but they re nice and sophisticated

and sophia means wisdom

so its ok and who really cares

i can do what i want to this space

in your windows and this pause in your eyes

altogether they re not that much different

this was the first time

ive logged into a g6

and hello mister pleased to meet ya came on

and its fearless and foughtless

hold

held

who cares

you smell that way so

obviously i wont ask

or tell

but you get this

wounded monologue every night

and thats when i cant sleep

and thats when it covers me and thanks float right and then

g falls in

igolabek

right

name wasnt thought of right

or maybe that was the plan

make it harder for the kid

there s so much shit to deal with

so life

whatever that would be

there will be a woman 

we ll stick one there

dont disturb sign on doors and palms

she may do things

may even bring you back

to harm and you ll survive

goddamn you

you may 

survive

stolen.

never let a woman invade your

text

with big small letters and spaces half passed by

well, we all had a good time

at jimmy’s and roger’s

and frankie’s and hailey’s

all of them share a name anyway

people crows magenta streets filled with things

noone ever thought of before

because their scream was primal

like the sun

and a threshold was burnt

never look back

so they said

a woman wouldn’t understand

she’d just read your lines and whisper

where do i do my washing

when

i liked my nails painted green

but did you

did you like me feeling your arm

telling you how tall i am

wrecking the rest of your past

and yelling stop

throwing things up and drinking tea

pretending we were meant to meet

im sure somewhere on a hedgeway

side

well

silent

leave it be.

its easier.

amazing. 

i:d

magazines.

and its ok,

all right when you ve taken

every turn the wrong way

and around the stormy clouds

and all possessiveness and whatever spoke volumes an hour ago

or three wishes down

well, lock yourself tighter

say a prayer in this weather

it’s like fighting for a peace of mind

with a tumble drier

on stand - by.

like listening to bon iver

before going out.

see, those things bite

and make you cry.

hide it in your sleeve.

wake up in deja vus

stone cold conondrum

a lost key in water

anything you could turn into

a metaphor.

although these things are kept secret

you barely catch your throat on these

dreams and floors ive frequented

previously but maybe now im just

gone

you never know

so stay there, rocking forth

dont look back

but if you do, see my face

and dont tell me

just keep up

with some knowledge purchased on amazon

other whispers sang so you’re not alone

not anymore

but have you ever really been

born.

and im trying to stay true to these songs someone wants me to write

and purchase massages like fire well the olympus must be wrong

this stuff just burns, there’s no healing fall

or autumn leaves when they get swapped for beethoven’s number 9

when noone is looking

take the nightbus along with everything ive ever told you

dont doubt because thats what you’re meant to do

when you think you’re singing to strangers so quietly noone really knows

what lampshade to choose

they take soup 

and sink in drowsiness thats walking the streets so stressless today

until fall

as in, autumn

its slowly lacking lens

and tired walks throughout it lacks appetite

dont curse it

remain civilised, after all

the world knows.

you were here before.

well it certainly describes my most recent dream. bar the ‘legnica’ piano.