recalling summer sun she feels as though the final one who ever cared is gone dusty forgotten days among the heat and humid haze I still have this one illusions twice removed from blackened ice to bottled blues the old ways will return perceive the clearing in a forest fast appearing where we wait to watch them burn and now the shattered glass refracts the pale moonlight the scavengers are out in force of course it’s after midnight a narrow alleyway contains a shallow shadow play and players always find a way to stray from the everyday reliving liquid light she feels as though she thinks she might have lost the will to fight segments of soliloquies declaimed to stones and owls and trees: a hundred ink black nights solutions to the riddle strung out tight on Nero’s fiddle as the sparks ignite the roof allow your senses to become your best defences ‘cause the moon is on the hoof and now a splintered form is snaking through the mist eyes gleam out from darkened doors, pseudonyms on the guest list a solemn sanctuary, for a life that’s all too ordinary discard the outer layers and we see what it is it be triangulating all the snide and guarded hating that was aimed her way for years she realises that behind their tough disguises were a thousand trembling fears calibrate the instrument to win the holy argument between the earth and stars choreographed silhouettes of self aware marionettes buy coffee, clothes and cars and as the solenoid engages, now it’s on old backstreet philosophers start to stumble in to the new dawn a high day hideaway, a home from home with hell to pay naysayers always find a way to prey on the disarray

well it’s a neat trick but it’s not an expression a silhouette flits over courtyards of open air you were there and we were temporarily modified, horrified, held against our will, and now this one thrilling moment is painted right over again fetishising the real is a modern affliction a monochrome screel that revisits the empty page you’ll engage to be a sympathetically easy mark, bitter bark let that fluid spill, and now this one thrilling moment is painted right over again but the velocity ferocity I fear it might never end elevated viscosity grandiosity breaks before it bends before it breaks before it bends survive the first week and you’re in for the season scaling the peak is for those who have plunged the depths ragged breath so sweet a day of rustling paper leaves, smouldering trees no-one sees the kill, and now this one thrilling moment is painted right over again

underdeveloped plot line spread too fine fictional, directional years have aged like wine in the museum we’re all trapped behind glass simplistic, sadistic a way to cut out the class and talking to you is like talking to a dry stone wall friction retains you but it feels like you’re ready to fall clinical respite a moment out of time cryptic and contraband if you feel so inclined just like a reptile you lick the sand from your eyes limestone cracks, heart attacks nausea in disguise and talking to you is like talking to a dry stone wall acid rain erodes your flesh and you’re using up your only call talking to you, yeah is like talking to dry stone wall this fiction remains of you but I think that it’s ready to fall ready to fall

dismembered thoughts misremembered conversations portioned out and sold fractured dialogue; worth its weight in gold the ladder of the evermore infirm extends beyond the canopy no fire alive can burn psychodramatic days long nights of insinuation chasing the ad man’s cash decorative hems now just twisted wire and ash a polygraph of time-translated lies repeating what was fleeting in your zoetropic eyes the guileless guillotine falls upon the neck of irony the 1990s dream a tango bottle prize; a long forgotten scheme the road down which we walked a thousand times is redrawn every morning in more and more alien lines

slowly, you turn your head into a replica museum of the dead go ahead, and make my day into a night-time where the shadows come to play 6 a.m. is here once more the over-arching stack of speakers on the floor and so through dusty glass I build my case eyes closed tight against the light that bathes your pallid face just relax and let yourself fall into the soft embrace of pure free market capital and as the parasites consume your veins these tinny speakers duplicate their grim refrain an oscillator in the gloom a tetrad ringing out within a scented room hypnagogia replenishes and back out in the black you can’t remember where it is in the garden of the half way sane the chain letter propagator strikes again a velvet candle in the concrete dark illuminates the page and thus reveals the watermark

and while those liars kept promising the past the arrow of time flew on straight and true and oh she should have known that it would never last the shallow depths anticipated you though these non secateurs can’t cut the ice today a ripple roared across the empty skies but quench the steel in something stronger than restraint and silent waves break back behind your eyes (hypnotised) climb the ladder while the flowers are in bloom avarice concealed by affection and it won’t matter as you race towards the tomb never breaking gaze with your reflection when simple pleasures give way to complex pain the moments fluctuate and seem to hover bound up in leather and left out in the rain for future generations to discover (undercover) and now the gardeners who dug what we all said will take our secrets six feet under and while the sky descends the heavens painted red the earth below is rent asunder (and it’s no wonder)

just the smallest frog in the northern hemisphere frozen in fear what can you do when the rain falls down in your ear just disappear about 6 times a year It's a long long time to live through there's a few small things to get to no remaining neural pathways drown the mirage in the heat haze just the smallest cog in the broken dream machine shiny and clean what can you say when they ask you what does it mean just spin and a'gleam shine with yr sheen it’s the wrong wrong time to leave now there’s a few torn wings the wind howls through once upon a month draconic consult the prophet electronic