You speak when you’ve not spoken
I rest upon your eyes
You can sense what most cannot feel
Until the walls come tumbling down
You speak when you’ve not spoken
I rest upon your eyes
You can sense what most cannot feel
Until the walls come tumbling down
Its’s all true, she said
Anna Liza lied
And even as she analysed
Her very own lies
All the while staring into Hanna’s eyes
Hanna tried easily to
Lie about disbelieving the
Lies Anna Liza told her
And she herself analysed
Anna’s lies that she spoke of
But Anna Lisa
Can see a liar a mile off;
When she sees one
And Hanna hasn’t met
A good liar yet
So both turned and left
Their lies lying
and so as it was
Anna and Hanna
Never met again
And for this reason
They were a little wiser…
But that could be lie
Mind the gap
For there is a place
A slit in time
With an empty space
Sending you through
In a unknown direction
Travelling sideways
To another dimension
Mouth it clearly
But don’t make a sound
Commute this
The London Intheground
Suspended in VHS
Travelling to ends
Triggering rewinds
From tape to tape to tape
The grainy
Through the rains
Unsteady
In the rolling winds and mess
Memory Memorexed
A cassette drape
A piercing, white blizzard had arrived, and everything familiar had all but vanished.
That’s all Joel had noticed in 3 seconds of eye-lash laden observation, shortly before his body yanked him backwards; his deadweight dropping him to a soft land.
It seemed for a while yet, he should remain foetal.

And you walked in
Like you owned not the place
But the place that you’re in
And you sailed through
Like your heart pumped the waves
When the waves needed you
But now
Im not so sure
On these stories told
When you think you know more
And want less
As you grow old
I thought i could hear something in a song once;
When my radio tuned itself in to sing to television.
Only, television phoned in, needing a show to see how it was written,
Ruining the whole near damn perfect experience… for the sake of entertainment.
I awoke to two drunks singing
My peace stinging like lost bees sipping honey
I was gonna vent
Hell-bent
But alas I had no bucket of shit to fling
As distance intervened by sleepy syringe
Being emptied of any fuss
I dreamt heavy
And then
So unable to navigate with a bus

He didn’t sing naturally to their tune, because they lacked all the right notes as he entered the room.

The traffic rushes by
Like the memories in my head
And the day is upon me
As soft tyres lose their tread
All the roads blur smooth
Like yesterdays future news
And the day is upon me
What rushes is still in cruise
All i know is…
And all you know
is what i show
In the here and now…