Nicotine and Sunrise

Hurl back the curtains
Golden rays heaving themselves over the skline
Causing colour to flood back to my hours
I ignore the alarm clocks demands to conform
Navigating doors and stairs as if a stranger to both
Arriving in the kitchen in a state of confusion
The kettle soon on, the back door wide open
It's time to smoke, the day already seems better

Even If It Would

Today I thought a song would undo all i did wrong
Make ammends for the horror of my ways
Would the lyrics and the chords do more than my words
Should they make sense of what I couldn't say
Is it possible that verses and chorus would help fix our us
Or will oblivion drown out the tune
And then I think maybe this song can't undo the wrong
I think you're better off without this fool.

To Edit or Publish (A Question Ignored by the Dinosaurs)

To leave alone what you once called your own
Let the world see how you want to charm it

To alter or delete is that way a cheat
Does your confusion do much but harm it

There are no mistakes....
Just ideas that fall out at the wrong time

Like A Memory

When the day bellies down
The shadows move free
Beneath the bridges,
You and I,
Me and you,
You and me.

And the birds take a peak -
Our hands in new territory,
Dreaming our sleeps,
Me and you,
You and I,
You and me.

Now the stars twinkle down,
But she's like a memory,
Freezing in trenches -
Us and them,
them and us,
Them and me.

Underrated Films With A Hint Of Three

Halloween III: Season Of The Witch (For the Silver Shamrock Novelty Jingle If nothing else)

Exorcist III (For the Hospital Hallway sequence, the scariest scene in American horror for twenty years)

Alien 3 (Fuck You Cameron)

Jaws 3 (Because It's Not Pirahna II: The Spawning!)

The Godfather part III (I know it's not as good as the first two, but it's got a magisterial operatic quality)

Army Of Darkness: Evil Dead III (Who doesn't want to see Bruce Campbell slaying Deadites with his Boomstick one more time!?)

Back To The Future III (Because it not Back To The Future II)

Valentine's Woe (A historically inaccurate potrayal of love and life from deep inside Tumbleweed Memories)

If I saw Geoffrey Chaucer
I'd hit him with a saucer
For his loving links to this day
Mean every 14th i have to pay
I think an apology is due sir!

31

A Number
Not a definition
Not a clock ticking down to an end
A Number
Not a place to live
Not a person to be
A Number
Not a statement
Not a moment to look blankly at
A Number
Not tears before a mirror
Not darkness before the night

31

February Heart

I've got a February heart
One I never thought I'd share
One I'm happy to give to you now
One that's never going anywhere.

You've got a February heart
One that needs tending night and day
One that was cursed by too many Januaries
One that makes me want to stay

We've got February hearts
Two never meant to be one
Two moving onward through seasons
Until this February heart is done

Salad Drill

Packets of radish
Bundles of celery
Punnets of peppers
Clusters of cucumbers

All goodfor a healthy salad, but no good for drilling holes in my wall.

Peace In The Valley, Snow On The Blog

I awoke to a world peeking through freezing fog, houses and trees in abstract
The garden I tended covered in a freshly tumbled blanket hiding colour and life underneath.
Water once running now trapped mid trickle as if arrested by time for us to see
Trees supposedly dormant now garnished with icy seeds of winter, ready to drop with a drip
The avenues of concrete dusted with natures jewels glistening in the light like stars fallen from the sky.

Despite all this beauty and this life cast in white the biggest worry we'll be thinking about is: When will I be able to wear shorts?

Junk on Junk

We buy junk we don't need
We need junk we can't buy
We sell junk we can't keep
We keep junk we don't sell

There is always us

There is always junk.

White Rabbits

The last rabbit on earth
The final one of it's kind
Living and breathing, feeding not breeding
Alone in a burrow, alone in the world
One fatal moment and it's no more
It's legacy on this rock reduced to carrots and cartoons
Does this twitching mammal know it's soon to be no more
Is it aware it's soon to be a memory
Talked about in lectures by men that should have known better.

Little matter, I shot the bugger
... Well you would too if you were hungry.