Open your eyes

Wake up, stranger, and witness well:
Your future does the sea fortell
Swing, you will, (believe in me)
On the spiral of your galaxy
Like a bird of prey in flawless flight
Come see your world in black and white
Embrace, you will, the skies above
In the reddestrush of strangest love
In the blackesthole of your own desire
Twist your spark into a fire
Push, you will, across, beyond
Your mind is but your magic wand
Screwed, you are, if you close your brain
Feel, stranger, go insane!
Screwed, you are, sucked straight in
The proof is in your crawling skin
Indeed, you are, just a verse
In a poem called The Universe.

Drink

I sat with you
On warm yellowgreen leaves
In the height of this fine autumn evening.
We had a bottle of fermented incoherence with us,
And you, shitfaced,
Licked your lips,
Folded your mind.

Because everyday,
Is saturday.

The whitest lie

Sipping coffee, rainy skies,
I think of freedom, and the whitest lies.
Whitest lies to help me hide,
Whitest lies, I confide.
And anger, hatred, sick and shame,
Shame, yes, and no one,
No one,
No one but I,
Am to blame.
No one but I, refusing helping hands,
Alone, and cold, in this darkest, darkest of lands.
Alone, and vacant, as gods above,
Love the comfort of drizzle-love.
Nowhere, really, for one to run,
Whitest lies twist everyone.
Mindsoulboggled, hearts inflate,
For the whitest lie, on a plate;
For us to feast on, to savour its taste:
Whitest lies don't go to waste.
Whitest lies feed the poor,
Whitest lies form folklore.
Whitest lies, for me, and you,
Turn us twisted black and blue.
Done, I am, with whitest lies,
Done, I am, with rainy skies.